"Don"t worry. I"m driving myself," Dave said soberly.
Chepstow sprang to his feet and waved his pipe in the air in his angry impatience.
"You"re mad! You drive? Hang it, man, you couldn"t drive a team of fleas. Get up! Get up from that stretcher now, and see how much driving you could do. See here, Dave, I absolutely forbid you to attempt any such thing."
Dave raised himself upon his elbow. His steady eyes had something of an angry smile in them.
"See here, Tom," he said, imitating the other"s manner. "You can talk till you"re black in the face. I"m going down to-night. Mason"s going to hook the buckboard up for me and fetch Truscott along. I"ll have to take him down too. It"s no use in your kicking, Tom," he went on, as the parson opened his lips for further protest, "I"m going." He turned again to Mason. "I"ll need the buckboard and team in an hour. Guess you"ll see to it, boy. An" say, just set food for the two of us in it, and half a sack of oats for the horses----"
"One moment, Bob," interrupted Betty. She had been merely an interested listener to the discussion, sitting at the far end of the supper table.
Now she came over to Dave"s bedside. "You"d best put in food for three." Then she looked down at Dave, smiling rea.s.surance. From him she turned to her uncle with a laughing glance. "Trust you men to argue and wrangle over things that can be settled without the least difficulty.
Dave here must get down to Malkern. I understand the importance of his presence there. Very well, he must go. Therefore it"s only a question how he can get there with the least possible danger to himself. It"s plain Bob can"t go down. He must see the work through here. You, uncle, must also stay. It is your duty to the sick. We cannot send any of the men. They are all needed. Well, I"m going to drive him down. We"ll make him comfortable in the carryall, and Truscott can share the driving-seat with me--carefully secured to prevent him getting away.
There you are. I will be responsible for Dave"s welfare. You need not be anxious."
She turned with such a look of confident affection upon the sick man, that, for the moment, no one had a word of protest to offer. It was Dave who spoke first. He took her hand in his and nodded his great head at her.
"Thanks, little Betty," he said. "I shall be perfectly safe in your charge."
And his words were ample reward to the woman who loved him. It was his acknowledgment of his dependence upon her.
After that there was discussion, argument, protest for nearly half an hour. But Dave and Betty held to their decision, and, at last, Tom Chepstow gave way to them. Then it was that Mason went off to make preparations. The parson went to a.s.sist him, and Betty and Dave were once more alone.
Betty let her uncle go and then lit the lamp. For some moments no word was spoken between the sick man and his nurse. The girl cleared the supper things and put a kettle on the stove. Then, while watching for it to boil, she was about to pack up her few belongings for the journey. But she changed her mind. Instead she came back to the table and faced the stretcher on which the sick man was lying.
"Dave," she said, in a low voice, "will you promise me something?"
Dave turned his face toward her.
"Anything," he said, in all seriousness.
The girl waited. She was gauging the meaning of his reply. In anybody else that answer could not have been taken seriously. In him it might be different.
"It"s a big thing," she said doubtfully.
"It don"t matter, little girl, I just mean it."
She came slowly over to his side.
"Do you remember, I once got you to teach me the business of the mill?
I wanted to learn then so I could help some one. I want to help some one now. But it"s a different "some one" this time. Do you understand?
I--I haven"t forgotten a single thing I learned from you. Will you let me help you? You cannot do all now. Not until your arm is better." She dropped upon her knees at his bedside. "Dave, don"t refuse me. You shall just give your orders to me. I will see they are carried out.
We--you and I together--will run your mills to the success that I know is going to be yours. Don"t say no, Dave--dear."
The man had turned to her. He was looking into the depths of the fearless brown eyes before him. He had no intention of refusing her, but he was looking, looking deep down into the beautiful, woman"s heart that was beating within her bosom.
"I"ll not refuse you, Betty. I only thank G.o.d Almighty for such a little friend."
CHAPTER x.x.xI
AT MIDNIGHT
The silence of the night was unbroken. The valley of the Red Sand River was wrapped in a peace such as it had never known since Dave had first brought into it the restless activity of his American spirit. But it was a depressing peace to the dwellers in the valley, for it portended disaster. No word had reached them of the prospects at the mill, only a vague rumor had spread of the doings at the lumber camp. Dave knew the value of silence in such matters, and he had taken care to enforce silence on all who were in a position to enlighten the minds which thirsted for such information.
The people of Malkern were waiting, waiting for something definite on the part of the master of the mills. On him depended their future movements. The mill was silent, even though the work of repairing had been completed. But, as yet, they had not lost faith in the man who had piloted them through all the shoals of early struggles to the haven of comparative prosperity. However, the calm, the unwonted silence of the valley depressed and worried them. They longed for the drone, however monotonous, of the mill. They loved it, for it meant that their wheels of life were well oiled, and that they were driving pleasantly along their set track to the terminal of success.
Yet while the village slept all was intense activity at the mills. The men had been gathered together again, late that night, and the army of workers was once more complete. The sawyers were at their saws, oiling and fitting, and generally making ready for work. The engineers were at their engines, the firemen at their furnaces, the lumber-jacks were at the shoots, and in the yards. The boom was manned by men who sat around smoking, peavey in hand, ready to handle the mightiest "ninety-footers"
that the mountain forests could send them. The checkers were at their posts, and the tally boys were "shooting c.r.a.ps" at the foot of the shoots. The mill, like a resting giant lying p.r.o.ne upon his back, was bursting with a latent strength and activity that only needed the controlling will to set in motion, to drive it to an effort such as Malkern had never seen before, such as, perhaps, Malkern would never see again. And inside Dave"s office, that Will lay watching and waiting.
It was a curious scene inside the office. The place had been largely converted since the master of the mills had returned. It was half sick room, half office, and the feminine touch about the place was quite incongruous in the office of such a man as Dave. But then just now Dave"s control was only of the mill outside. In this room he yielded to another authority. He was in the hands of womenfolk; that is, his body was. He had no word to say in the arrangement of the room, and he was only permitted to think his control outside.
It was eleven o"clock, and his mother was preparing to take her departure. Since his return from the camp she was her son"s almost constant attendant. Betty"s chief concern was for the mill outside, and the careful execution of the man"s orders to his foremen. She took a share of the nursing, but only in moments of leisure, and these were very few. Now she had just returned from a final inspection and consultation with Dawson. And the glow of satisfaction on her face was good to see.
"Now, mother dear," she said, after having made her report to Dave, "you"ve got to be off home, and to bed. You"ve had a long, hard day, and I"m going to relieve you. Dave is all right, and," she added with a smile, "maybe he"ll be better still before morning. We expect the logs down by daylight, and then--I guess their arrival in the boom will do more to mend his poor broken shoulder than all our quacks and nostrums.
So be off with you. I shall be here all night. I don"t intend to rest till the first log enters the boom."
The old woman rose wearily from her rocking-chair at her boy"s bedside.
Her worn face was tired. At her age the strain of nursing was very heavy. But whatever weakness there was in her body, her spirit was as strong as the younger woman"s. Her boy was sick, and nothing else could compare with a disaster of that nature. But now she was ready to go, for so it had been arranged between them earlier.
She crossed to Betty"s side, and, placing her hands upon the girl"s shoulders, kissed her tenderly on both cheeks.
"G.o.d bless and keep you, dearie," she said, with deep emotion. "I"d like to tell you all I feel, but I can"t. You"re our guardian angel--Dave"s and mine. Good-night."
"Good-night, mother dear," said the girl, her eyes brightening with a suspicion of tears. Then, with an a.s.sumption of lightness which helped to disguise her real feelings, "Now don"t you stay awake. Go right off to sleep, and--in the morning you shall hear--the mills!"
The old woman nodded and smiled. Next to her boy she loved this motherless girl best in the world. She gathered up her few belongings and went to the bedside. Bending over the sick man she kissed his rugged face tenderly. For a moment one great arm held her in its tremendous embrace, then she toddled out of the room.
Betty took her rocking-chair. She sat back and rocked herself in silence for some moments. Her eyes wandered over the curious little room, noting the details of it as though hugging to herself the memory of the smallest trifle that concerned this wonderful time that was hers.
There was Dave"s desk before the window. It was hers now. There were the vast tomes that recorded his output of lumber. She had spent hours over them calculating figures for the man beside her. There were the flowers his mother had brought, and which she had found time to arrange so that he could see and enjoy them. There were the bandages it was her duty to adjust. There were the remains of the food of which they had both partaken.
It was all real, yet so strange. So strange to her who had spent her life surrounded by all those duties so essentially feminine, so closely allied to her uncle"s spiritual calling. She felt that she had moved out into a new world, a world in which there was room for her to expand, in which she could bring into play all those faculties which she had always known herself to possess, but which had so long lain dormant that she had almost come to regard her belief in their existence as a mere dream, a mere vanity.
It was a wonderful thing this, that had happened to her, and the happiness of it was so overwhelming that it almost made her afraid. Yet the fact remained. She was working for him, she was working with her muscles and brain extended. She sighed, and, placing her hands behind her head, stretched luxuriously. It was good to feel the muscles straining, it was good to contemplate the progress of things in his interests, it was good to love, and to feel that that love was something more practical than the mere sentimentality of awakened pa.s.sion.
Her wandering attention was recalled by a movement of her patient. She glanced round at him, and his face was turned toward her. Her smiling eyes responded to his steady, contemplative gaze.
"Well?" he said, in a grave, subdued voice, "it ought to be getting near now?"
The girl nodded.
"I don"t see how we can tell exactly, but--unless anything goes wrong the first logs should get through before daylight. It"s good to think of, Dave." Her eyes sparkled with delight at the prospect.
The man eyed her for a few silent moments, and his eyes deepened to a pa.s.sionate warmth.