Murray was digesting them now. They were rankling. Bitterly rankling in a memory which rarely forgot things. But his round, ample face displayed no definite feeling other than that which its tendency towards a smile suggested.
His own work was finished. Though he would not have admitted it he was tired, weary of the chaffer of it all. But his weariness was only the result of a day"s labor, mental and physical, from sunrise to sunset.
The scene before him seemed to hold him. His big eyes never wavered for a moment. There was something of the eagle in the manner in which they stared unflinchingly at the radiant brilliancy of the western sky.
He stood thus for a long time. He displayed no sign of wearying of his contemplation. It was only an unusual sound which finally changed the direction of his gaze.
It was the soft shuffle of moccasined feet that reached his quick ears.
It was coming up from the wooded slopes below him, a direction which came from the river, but not from the landing. His questioning eyes searched closely the sharp cut, where the pine trees gave way to the bald crown on which the Fort stood. And presently two figures loomed out of the shadow of the woods, and paused at the edge of them.
They were Indians in beaded buckskin, and each was laboring under a burden of pelts which seemed unusually heavy for its size. They were armed, too, with long rifles of a comparatively modern type.
Some moments pa.s.sed while they surveyed the figure at the gates. Then, after the exchange of a few words between themselves, they came steadily on towards the Fort.
Murray waited. The men approached. Neither spoke until the men halted in front of the trader and relieved themselves of their burdens. Then it was that Murray spoke, and he spoke fluently in an Indian tongue.
The men responded in their brief spasmodic fashion. After which the white man led the way into the store.
The incident was one such as might have occurred any time during these days of busy trading. There was certainly nothing peculiar about it in its general outline. And yet there was a subtle suggestion of something peculiar in it. Perhaps it was in the weight of the bales of pelts these men carried. Perhaps it was that Murray had addressed them in a definite Indian tongue first, without waiting to ascertain whence they hailed, or to what small tribe they belonged. Perhaps it was the lateness of the hour, and the chance that Murray should be waiting there after the day"s work was completed, when it was his eager custom to seek his evening meal down at Ailsa Mowbray"s home, and spend his brief leisure in company of Alec"s sister.
It was nearly an hour before the two Indians reappeared. When they did so the last of the splendid sunset had disappeared behind the distant peaks. They left the Fort relieved of their goods, and bearing in their hands certain bundles of trade. They hurried away down the slope and vanished into the woods. And some minutes later the sound of the dipping paddles came faintly up upon the still evening air.
Murray had not yet reappeared. And it was still some time before his bulky form was visible hurrying down the short cut to the Mission clearing.
The evening meal at Ailsa Mowbray"s house was more than half over when Murray appeared. He bustled into the little family circle, radiating good humor and friendliness. There could be no doubt of his apparent mood.
The comfort and homeliness of the atmosphere into which he plunged were beyond words. The large room was well lit with good quality oil lamps, whose warmth of light was mellow, and left sufficient shadow in the remoter corners to rob the scene of any garishness. The stove was roaring under its opened damper. The air smelt warm and good, and the pungent odor of hot coffee was not without pleasure to the hungry man.
Mrs. Mowbray and Jessie retained their seats at the amply filled table.
But Alec rose from his and departed without a word, or even a glance in Murray"s smiling direction. The rudeness, the petulance of his action!
These things left his mother and sister in suspense.
But Murray took charge of the situation with a promptness and ease that cleared what looked like the further gathering of storm-clouds.
"Say, ma"am," he cried at once, "I just deserve all you feel like saying, but don"t say, anyway. Late? Why, I guess I"m nearly an hour late. But I got hung up with some freight coming in just as I was quitting. I"m real sorry. Maybe Jessie here"s going to hand me some words. That so, Jessie?"
His smiling eyes sought the girl"s with kindly good nature. But Jessie did not respond. Her eyes were serious, and her mother came to her rescue.
"That doesn"t matter a thing, Murray," she said, in her straightforward fashion, as she poured out the man"s coffee, while he took his seat opposite Jessie. Then she glanced at the door through which Alec had taken himself off. "But what"s this with Alec? You"ve had words.
He"s been telling us, and he seems mad about things, and--you. What"s the matter with the boy? What"s the matter between you, anyway?"
The man shrugged helplessly. Nor would his face mold itself into a display of seriousness to match the two pairs of beautiful eyes regarding him.
"Why, I guess we had a few words," he said easily. "Maybe I was hasty.
Maybe he was. It don"t figure anyway. And, seeing it"s not Alec"s way to lie about things, I don"t suppose there"s need for me to tell you the story of it. Y"see, ma"am, I ought to remember Alec"s just a boy full of high spirits, and that sort of thing, but, in the rush of work, why, it isn"t always easy. After supper I figger to get a yarn with him and fix things up."
Then he laughed with such a ring of genuineness that Jessie found herself responding to it, and even her mother"s eyes smiled.
"I"m not easy when I"m on the jump. I guess n.o.body is, not even Alec."
Murray turned to Jessie. "It"s queer folks act the way they do. Ever see two cats play? They"re the best of friends. They"ll play an hour, clawing and biting. Then in a second it"s dead earnest. The fur you could gather after that would stuff a--down pillow."
Jessie"s smile had vanished. She sighed.
"But it"s not that way with you two folk. The cats will be playing around again in five minutes. Alec"s up against you all the time. And you?"
Murray"s smile still remained.
"Alec"s his father"s son, I guess. His father was my best friend. His mother and sister I hope and believe are that way, too." Then quite suddenly his big eyes became almost painfully serious. The deep glow in them shone out at those he was facing. "Say, I"m going to tell you folks just how I feel about this thing. It kind of seems this is the moment to talk clear out. Alec"s trouble is the life here. I can see it most every way. He"s a good boy. He"s got points I"d like to know I possess. He"s his father over again, without his father"s experience. Say, he"s a blood colt that needs the horse-breaker of Life, and, unless he gets it, all the fine points in him are going to get blunted and useless, and there"s things in him going to grow up and queer him for life. He needs to think right, and we folks here can"t teach him that way. Not even Father Jose. There"s jest one thing to teach him, and that"s Life itself--on his own. If I figger right he"ll flounder around. He"ll hit snags. He"ll get b.u.mped, and, maybe, have some nasty falls. But it"s the only way for a boy of his spirit, and--weakness."
"Weakness?"
Jessie"s echo came sharply. She resented the charge with all a sister"s loyalty. But her mother took up her challenge.
"I"m afraid Murray"s right--in a way," she admitted, with a sigh. She hated the admission, but she and her dead husband had long since arrived at the same conclusion. "It worries me to think of," she went on. "And it worries me to think of him out on the world--alone. I wish I knew what"s best. I"ve talked to Father Jose, and he agrees with you, Murray. But----"
For some moments Jessie had been thinking hard. She was angry with Murray. She was almost angry with her mother. Now she looked over at the man, and her pretty eyes had a challenge in them.
"I"ll go and ask Alec to come right along here," she said. "You can talk to him here and now, Murray. Let him decide things for himself, and you, mother, abide by them. You both guess he"s a boy. He"s not.
He"s a man. And he"s going to be a good man. There never was any good in women trying to think for men, any more than men-folk can think for women. And there"s no use in Murray handing us these things when Alec"s not here."
She started up from her seat. Her mother protested.
"It"ll make trouble, Jessie," she said sharply. "The boy"s in no mood for talk--with Murray," she added warningly.
But Murray, himself, became the deciding factor.
"Jessie"s right, ma"am," he said quickly.
And in those words he came nearer to the good-will he sought in the girl than he had ever been before.
"You"ll talk to him as you"ve--said to us?" the mother demanded.
Murray"s smile was warmly affirmative.
"I"ll do all I know."
Ailsa Mowbray was left without further protest. But she offered no approval. Just for one second Jessie glanced in her mother"s direction. It was the girl in her seeking its final counsel from the source towards which it always looked. But as none was forthcoming she was left to the fact of Murray"s acceptance of her challenge.
She turned from the table and pa.s.sed out of the room.
Ailsa Mowbray raised a pair of handsome, troubled eyes to the factor"s face. Her confidence in this man was second only to the confidence she had always had in her husband"s judgment.
"Do you think it wise?" she demurred.
"It"s the only thing, ma"am," Murray replied seriously. "Jessie"s dead right." He held up one fleshy hand and clenched it tightly. "Trouble needs to be crushed like that--firmly. There"s a whole heap of trouble lying around in this thing. I"ve got to do the best for the folks Allan left behind, ma"am, and in this I guess Jessie"s shown me the way. Do you feel you best step around while I talk to Alec? There"s liable to be awkward moments."
The mother understood. She had no desire to pry into the methods of men in their dealings with each other. She rose from the table and pa.s.sed into her kitchen beyond.