Banks nodded again. "He was," he answered huskily. "He was. But he"s made his last trip. I wasn"t three hundred miles off, but I never thought of Dave Weatherbee"s needing help; it took Tisdale, clear off in Nome, over a thousand miles, to sense something was wrong. But he started to mush it, alone with his huskies, to the Iditarod and on to the Aurora, Dave"s mine.
You don"t know anything about that winter trail, Annabel. It means from twenty to fifty below, with the wind swooping out of every canyon, cross-cutting like knives, and not the sign of a road-house in days, in weeks sometimes. But he made it,"--Banks" voice reached high pitch--"He beat the records, my, yes."
"And something was wrong?" asked Annabel, breaking the pause.
Banks nodded again. "You remember that sheepman down in Oregon they brought in from the range. The one that ripped up his comforter that night at the hotel and set the wool in little rolls around the floor; thought he was tending sheep? Well, that"s what was happening. And Hollis was two days late. Dave had started for the coast; not the regular way to Fairbanks and out by stage to Valdez, but a new route through the Alaska Range to strike the Susitna and on to Seward. And he had fresh dogs. He was through Rainy Pa.s.s when Tisdale began to catch up."
"He did catch up?" Annabel questioned again hurriedly.
Banks nodded once more. He drew his hand away and rose from his seat on the chair arm. His eyes were shining like blue glacier ice. "It was in a blizzard; the same as the day I lost my fingers--only--Hollis--he was too late." He turned and walked unsteadily to the door and stood looking out.
"I wasn"t three hundred miles from the Aurora," he added. "I could have been in time. I can"t ever forget that."
Annabel rose and stood watching him, with the emotion playing in her face.
"Johnny!" she exclaimed at last. "Oh, Johnny!" She went over and put her arm protectively around his shoulders. "I know just how you feel; but you didn"t drive him to it. You were just busy and interested in your work.
You"d have gone in a minute, left everything, if you had known."
"That"s it; I ought to have known. I ought to have kept track of Dave; run over once in a while to say hullo. I"d have likely seen it was coming on, then, in time. When Tisdale found him, he"d been setting out little pieces of spruce, like an orchard in the snow. You see," he added after a moment, "Dave always expected to come back here when he struck it rich and start a fruit ranch. He was the man who owned this pocket."
A sudden understanding shone in Annabel"s face. "And that"s why you got an option on it; you want to carry out his scheme. I"ll help you, Johnny, I"ll do my level best."
Banks turned and looked at her. "That"s all I want, Annabel. I was a little afraid you"d be sick of the place. But, my, we can go right ahead and set a crew of men to grubbing out the sage on both sections to once.
Folks might have said, seeing you take up with a undersized, froze-up fellow like me, you was marrying me for my money; but they can"t, no, ma"am, not when they see the valuable claim you are developing in your own right."
Annabel laughed. "I guess you"re ent.i.tled to your turn making fun of me.
But have you got money, Johnny? I never thought of that."
"Likely not. But the Annabel sure brought me luck; that name worked better than a rabbit"s foot. Here"s a little bunch of nuggets I saved out of the first clean-up." He paused to take a small new poke from an inner pocket and, untying the string, poured the contents in her hand. "I thought likely you"d want "em made up in a necklace with a few diamonds or mebbe emeralds mixed in."
She stood looking at the shining rough pieces of gold in her palm, while a certain pride rose through the wonder in her face. "My gracious!" she exclaimed, and a spark of her lost youth revived. "My gracious. And you named your mine after me. I bet it was on account of that billy and the ewes."
"Likely," the little man beamed. "But more than likely it was because that strike was a sure thing, and you was behind it, Annabel. My, yes, you was responsible I ever got to Alaska; let alone stuck it out. Sure as a grubstake, you gave me my start. Now come take a look at this outfit I brought."
He held the poke open while she poured the nuggets back. "I like them plain," she said, "but I never saw any made up. I leave it to you."
"Then I make it emeralds to match the Green, and mebbe a few sparklers thrown in." He laughed gayly and, taking her arm, drew her back across the room to the open trunk; when she was seated again in the armchair, he knelt to remove the first layer of tissue packing. She took the precaution to spread one smooth sheet of it on her lap and, leaning forward, saw him uncover the plume, the entire hat. "Gracious goodness!" she exclaimed tremulously, as he lifted it awkwardly to her eager hands, "ain"t it splendid? I didn"t know they were making them like this. I never saw such roses; why, they look alive and ready to smell; and ain"t they pretty fixed this way under the brim?" She paused, turning the masterpiece slowly, like a connoisseur. "I bet I could have worn it when I was in Oregon. It would have been my style. Do you suppose"--she glanced at Banks timidly--"I"d dare to try it if my hair was done real nice, and I had on a better dress?"
"My, yes." Banks laughed again excitedly, and with growing confidence opened the next compartment to display the chiffon gown. "Wait till you get this on. You"ll be a sight. You always was in pink." He paused to take the hat and, wheeling, placed it on the old dresser, and so made room for the frock on her lap. "Now, ain"t that soft and peachy and--and rich?"
But Annabel was silent. She lifted her eyes from the gown to Johnny, and they were full of mist. Then her lip quivered, and a drop splashed down on the delicate fabric. "My gracious!" she cried in consternation and, rising, held the gown off at arm"s-length. "Do you suppose it"s going to spot?"
And Banks" laugh piped once more. "I guess it can stand a little salt water," he replied. "But if it can"t, we can get a duplicate. And now you just take your time and pick out what you want to wear. I am going up the bench to look around and find Dave"s springs. It"ll likely take me an hour or so, and you can be ready to start soon"s I get back."
"Start?" she repeated. "Was you counting on going somewhere?"
"My, yes. I was counting on taking you a little spin down to Wenatchee the first thing, and having a chicken dinner to the hotel. Then, soon"s we get a license and hunt up a sky man, we are going to run down to Oregon and have a look at the old Corners."
"I never rode in an automobile," she said, glowing, "but I think I"d like it fine."
"I bet you will. I bet, coming home, you"ll be running the machine yourself half the time."
He hurried away then, laughing his shrillest key, and Annabel laid the pink chiffon back in the tray to follow him to the door. She stood smiling, though the mist alternately gathered and cleared in her eyes, watching him up the vale and waiting to see him reappear on the front of the bench. But he found her ready when he returned; and the hat was becoming beyond her hopes. It brought back in a measure the old brightness that was half a challenge in her air, so that, to the mining man, she seemed to have gone back, almost, those lost years. Still, his satisfaction was tempered, and instantly she understood the cause. "The roses seemed enough pink today," she said tactfully, "till I wear off some of this tan. But I like this tan cloth awful well, don"t you? It"s a nice color for out-of-doors and won"t show the dust. And doesn"t it fit perfectly splendid? And look at these shoes. I don"t see how you remembered my size. You"ve thought of everything. There"s even an automobile veil. A lady that came out here with Mr. Tisdale had one about the same shade. But you"ll have to help me put it on so I won"t spoil this plume."
She pushed the pongee coat, which was carefully folded across the back of a chair, a little aside and, seating herself before the mirror, reached to take the scarf and exposed a folded paper on the dresser. "I found that envelope pinned inside the hat," she said still diplomatically, though a touch of humor shaded her lips. "There"s a ten dollar piece in it and two and a half in silver. Probably it"s your change."
But Banks turned the envelope and read pencilled across the front: "There isn"t any duplicate, but thanks just the same."
CHAPTER XX
KERNEL AND PEACH
After that little wedding journey down in Oregon, Banks returned to Seattle to engage a crew for the first step to reclamation; combining pleasure with business, he brought Annabel and registered at the New Washington Hotel. And here Daniels, detailed to learn something in regard to the Iditarod strike where, it was rumored, the Morgansteins were negotiating for the miner"s valuable holdings, finally traced him.
"Sure we have a Banks of Alaska with us," the clerk responded, smiling, and turned the page to show the _Press_ representative the strained, left-handed signature. "He"s a sawed-off specimen with a face like a peachstone; but he said if he put down his regular name, the boys likely would miss his trail."
"Mrs. Annabel Green Banks Hesperides Vale," read Jimmie.
"Lucky Banks Iditarod and Hesperides Vale.
"This looks like my man, sure; but who is Mrs. Green-Banks? His wife or mother?"
"Bride," the clerk replied laconically. "It"s a sort of overdue honeymoon.
But she"s rather smart looking; fine eyes and tall enough to make up for him. They"re a pair."
"I see. Kernel and peach. But Hesperides Vale," Daniels went on thoughtfully. "Why, that"s in the new fruit belt over near Wenatchee, my old stamping-ground."
The clerk nodded. "She owns some orchard lands over there and to hear him talk, you"d think she had the money; Until it comes to ordering; then the Queen of Sheba isn"t in it. "I guess we can stand the best room in the house," he says. And when I showed them the blue suite and told them Tarquina, the prima donna opening at the Metropolitan to-night, had the companion suite in rose, it"s: "Do you think you can put up with this blue, Annabel?" But there comes the cameo now. No, the other way, from the street."
Jimmie met the prospector midway across the lobby. "Mr. Banks?" he began genially. "I am the lucky one this time; I came in purposely to see you. I am Daniels, representing the _Seattle Press_. My paper is particular about the Alaska news, and I came straight to headquarters to find out about the Iditarod camp."
Banks kept on to the desk, and Jimmie turned to walk with him. The clerk was ready with his key. "Mrs. Banks hasn"t come in yet," he said, smiling.
"She"s likely been kept up at Sedgewick-Wilson"s. I introduced her to a friend of mine there. I had to chase around to find a contractor that could ship his own sc.r.a.pers and shovels across the range, and I thought the time would go quicker, for her, picking out clothes. But," he added, turning to the reporter, "we may as well sit down and wait for her here in the lobby."
"I understand," began Daniels, opening his notebook on the arm of his chair, "that your placer in the Iditarod country has panned out a clear one hundred thousand dollars."
"Ninety-five thousand, two hundred and twenty-six," corrected the mining man, "with the last clean-up to hear from."
Jimmie set these figures down, then asked: "Is the rumor true that the Morgansteins are considering an offer from you?"
"No, sir," piped the little man. "They made me an offer. I gave "em an option on my bunch of claims for a hundred and fifty thousand. Their engineer has gone in to look the property over. If they buy, they"ll likely send a dredger through by spring and work a big bunch of men."
There was a silent moment while Jimmie recorded these facts, then: "And I understand you are interested in fruit lands east of the mountains," he said. "It often happens that way. Men make their pile up there in the frozen north and come back here to Washington to invest it."
"Likely," replied Banks shortly. "Likely. But it"s my wife that owns the property in the fruit belt. And it"s a mighty promising layout; it"s up to me to stay with it till she gets her improvements in. Afterwards--now I want you to get this in correct. Last time things got mixed; the young fellow wrote me down Bangs. And I"ve read things in the newspaper lately about Hollis Tisdale that I know for a fact ain"t so."