"I"ve got to talk that way," he said. "I"m not yearning to drive you any. Say, Jessie, if there"s a person in this world I"d hate to drive it"s you. If there"s a thing I could do to fix things easy for you, why, a cyclone couldn"t stop me fixing them that way. But I saw the scare in your eyes through the window of that feller"s office, and I just had to know about it. I can"t hand you the things tumbling around in the back of my head. I don"t know them all myself, but there"s things, and they"re things I can"t get quit of. Maybe some time they"ll straighten out, and when they do I"ll be able to show them to you. Meanwhile, we"ll leave "em where they are, and simply figger I"m thinking harder than I ever thought in my life, and those thoughts are around you, and for you, all the time."
The simplicity of his words and manner robbed the girl of all confusion. A great delight surged through her heart. This great figure, this strong man, with his steady eyes and masterful methods was setting himself her champion before the world. The lonely spirit of the wilderness was deeply in her heart, and the sense of protection became something too rapturous for words.
Her frank eyes thanked him though her lips remained dumb.
"I"m quitting to-morrow," he went on. "But I couldn"t go till I"d made a big talk with you. Bill"s been on the grouch days. And Charley?
Why, Charley"s come nigh raising a riot. But I had to wait--for you."
He paused. Nor from his manner could any one have detected the depths of emotion stirred in him. A great fear possessed him, and his heart was burdened with the crushing weight of it. For the first time in his life his whole future seemed to have pa.s.sed into other hands. And those hands were the brown sunburnt hands, so small, so desirable, of this girl whose knowledge and outlook were bounded by the great wilderness they had loved, and so often vilified together. To him it seemed strange, yet so natural. To him it seemed that for the first time he was learning something of the real meaning of life. Never had he desired a thing which was beyond his power to possess. Doubt had never been his. Now he knew that doubt was a hideous reality, and the will of this girl could rob him beyond all hope of all that made his life worth while.
He drew a deep breath. It was the summoning of the last ounce of purpose and courage in him. He flung all caution aside, he paused not for a single word. He became the veriest suppliant at the shrine where woman reigns supreme.
"Y"see, Jessie, I want to tell you things. I want to tell you I love you so that nothing else counts. I want to tell you I"ve been traipsing up and down this long trail hunting around all the while for something, and I guessed that something was--gold. So it was. I know that now. But it wasn"t the gold we men-folk start out to buy our pleasures with. It was the sort of gold that don"t lie around in "placers." It don"t lie anywhere around in the earth. It"s on top.
It walks around, and it"s in a good woman"s heart. Well, say," he went on, moving towards the tree-trunk, and sitting down at the girl"s side, "I found it. Oh, yes, I found it."
His voice had lowered to an appealing note which stirred the girl to the depths of her soul. She sat leaning forward. Her elbows were resting on her knees, and her hands were clasped. Her soft gray eyes were gazing far out down the naked avenue ahead without seeing. Her whole soul was concentrated on the radiant vision of the paradise his words opened up before her.
"I found it," he went on. "But it"s not mine--yet. Not by a sight.
Pick an" shovel won"t hand it me. The muscles that have served me so well in the past can"t help me now. I"m up against it. I guess I"m well-nigh beat. I can"t get that gold till it"s handed me. And the only hands can pa.s.s it my way are--yours."
He reached out, and one hand gently closed over the small brown ones clasped so tightly together.
"Just these little hands," he continued, while the girl unresistingly yielded to his pressure. "Say, they"re not big to hold so much of the gold I"m needing. Look at "em," he added, gently parting them, and turning one soft palm upwards. "But it"s all there. Sure, sure. I don"t need a thing they can"t hand me. Not a thing." He closed his own hand over the upturned palm. "If I got all this little hand could pa.s.s me there isn"t a thing I couldn"t do. Say, little Jessie, there"s a sort of heaven on this earth for us men-folk. It"s a heaven none of us deserve. And it lies in the soul of one woman. If she guesses to open the gate, why, we can walk right in. It she don"t choose that way, then I guess there"s only perdition waiting around to take us in.
Well, I got to those gates right now." One arm un.o.btrusively circled the girl"s waist, and slowly its pressure drew her towards him. "And I"m waiting. It"s all up to you. I"m just standing around.
Maybe--maybe you"ll--open those gates?"
The girl"s head gently inclined towards him. In a moment her lips were clinging to his. Those ripe, soft, warm lips had answered him.
Later--much later, when the warming sun had absorbed the fleecy screen which had served its earlier pastime, and the spring breeze had hastily sought new fields upon which to devote its melting efforts, Jessie found courage to urge the single regret these moments had left her.
"And you still need to quit--to-morrow?" she asked shyly.
"More surely than ever."
"Why?"
A smile lit the man"s eyes. She was using his own pressure against himself.
He suddenly sprang from his seat. The girl, too, rose and stood confronting him with questioning eyes. She was tall. For all his great size he was powerless to rob her of one inch of the gracious form which her mother had bestowed upon her. He held out his hands so that they rested on her shoulders. He gazed down into her face with eyes filled with a joy and triumph unspeakable. And he spoke out of the buoyant strength of his heart, which was full to overflowing.
"Because, more than ever I need to go--now. Say, my dear, there"s folks who"ve hurt you in this world. They"ve hurt you sore. I"m going to locate "em up here, and down at Leaping Horse. And when I"ve located them they"re going to pay. Do you get what that means? No.
You can"t. Your gentle heart can"t get it all, when men set out to make folk who"ve hurt women-folk bad pay for their doings. And I"m glad. I know. And, by G.o.d, the folk who"ve hurt you are going to pay good. They"re going to pay--me."
CHAPTER XXV
THE OUT-WORLD
Awe was the dominating emotion. Wonder looked out of eyes that have long become accustomed to the crude marvels of nature to be found in the northland. The men of Kars" expedition were gazing down upon the savage splendor of the Promised Land.
But the milk and honey were lacking. The dream of peace, of delight was not in these men. Their Promised Land must hold something more substantial than the mere comforts of the body. That substance they knew lay there, there ahead of them, but only to be won by supreme effort against contending forces, human and natural.
They had halted at the highest point of a great saddle lying between two snow-crowned hills. Peaks towered mightily above the woodlands clothing their wide slopes, and shining with alabaster splendor in the sunlight.
It was the first glimpse of the torn land of the ominous Bell River gorge.
The sight of the gorge made them dizzy. The width, the depth, left an impression of infinite immensity upon the mind, an overwhelming hopelessness. Men used to mountain vastness all the days of their lives were left speechless for moments, while their searching eyes sought to measure the limits of this long hidden land.
The mountains beyond, about them. The broken, tumbled earth, yawning and gaping in every direction. The forests of primordial origin. The snows which never yield their grip upon their sterile bed. And then the depths. Those infinite depths, which the human mind can never regard unmoved.
The long, toilsome journey lay behind them. The goal lay awaiting the final desperate a.s.sault, with all its traps and hidden dangers. What a goal to have sought. It was like the dragon-guarded storehouse of the crudest folk-lore.
The white men stood apart from their Indian supporters. Kars knew the scene. He was observing the faces of the men who were gazing upon the gorge for the first time. They were full of interest. But it was left to Bill to interpret the general feeling in concrete form.
"They"re reckoning up the chances they"ve taken "blind,"" he said.
Kars laughed.
"Sure." Then he added: "And none of them are "squealers." Chances "blind," or any others, need to be taken, or it"s a long time living.
It"s the thing the northland rubs into the bones."
"Folks are certainly liable to pa.s.s it quicker that way."
Bill"s shrewd eyes twinkled as he read the reckless spirit stirring behind the lighting eyes of his friend.
Kars laughed again. It was the buoyant laugh of a man full of the great spirit of adventure, and whose l.u.s.t is unshadowed by a single care.
"Chances _are_ Life, Bill. All of it. The other? Why, the other"s just making a darn fool of old Prov. And I guess old Prov hates being made a darn fool of."
But for all Kars" reckless spirit he possessed the wide sagacity and vigorous responsibility of a born leader. It was this which inspired the men he gathered about him. It was this which claimed their loyalty. It was partly this which made Bill Brudenell willingly abandon his profitable labors in a rich city for the hardship of a life at his friend"s side. Perhaps the other part was that somewhere under Bill"s hardly acquired philosophy there lurked a spirit in perfect sympathy with that which actuated the younger man. There was not a day pa.s.sed but he deplored to himself the stupendous waste of energy and time involved. But he equally reveled in outraging his better sense, and defying the claims of his life in Leaping Horse.
No less than Kars he reveled in the sight of the battle-field which lay before them.
Abe Dodds and Saunders gazed upon it, too. It was their first sight of it, and their view-points found prompt expression, each in his own way.
"Say, this place kind o" makes you feel old Dante was a libelous guy who"d oughter be sent to penitentiary," Abe remarked pensively. "Guess we"ll likely find old whiskers waiting around with his boat when we get on down to the river. Still, it"s consoling to figger up the cost o"
coaling h.e.l.l north of "sixty.""
An unsmiling nod of agreement came from his companion.
"Makes me feel I bin soused weeks," he said earnestly. He pointed down at the forbidding walls enclosing the river. "That"s jest mist around ther", ain"t it? It ain"t--smoke nor nothin". An" them hills an"
things. They are hills? They ain"t the rim of a darn fool pit that ain"t got bottom to it? An" them folks--movin" around down there.
They are folks? They ain"t--things?"
Both men laughed. But their amus.e.m.e.nt was wide-eyed and wondering.
Kars" half military caravan labored its way forward. It made its own path through virgin woodland breaks, which had known little else than wild or Indian life since the world began. There were muskegs to avoid. Broken stretches of tundra, trackless, treacherous. Cruel traps which only patience, labor, skill and great courage could avoid.