"Why--why----" Steve faltered, and then he took command of his own wits again. "There"s work enough, don"t doubt that," he exclaimed, and laughed a little. "Joe, here, will be another week or ten days finishing with the fill up yonder; he"ll do well if he manages it by then, and that too with every available hand we have. I don"t want to rob him of a single man, if I can help it, but I"ve got to go ahead with the line to the south. To put it concretely, I"m in need of a rodman. Do you think you"d care to oblige?"
Again the hint of banter persisted, but Garry"s jaw was tight when he faced suddenly around.
"I will!" he flashed back, hoa.r.s.ely. "I will, if it"s a man"s job.
But I"m done with filling a d.i.n.ky pad with rows of figures, all day long. I"m finished with this d.a.m.ned tallying of cans of beans and soap and yards of rope! Do you understand? What _work_ would I have to do?"
Out of the corners of his eyes Steve saw consternation o"erspread Fat Joe"s face. His own was only amused.
"You"ll have to swing an axe," he enumerated slowly, "and you"ll have to lug a rod and tripod. You"ll wade through bog and fight your way through underbrush. And then, for variety, swing an axe some more. If you"ve never learned yet what it is to be really tired, Garry; if you"ve never known what it is to go to bed wishing morning would never come, you"ll find out what that"s like, too."
As soon as it was spoken Steve recognized the slip. Watching Garry"s eyes widen he knew that Garry had caught it also. For a moment a torrent of words trembled on the latter"s lips. And then he swallowed and nodded shortly. The vague dreariness of his acceptance was fully as electrical as the threatened outburst might have been.
"I"ll try it," he said, very simply. "I"ll have a try at it, to-morrow."
And he pivoted on his heel and pa.s.sed out.
Some minutes after he had gone Fat Joe, still a little dazed, rose softly and unostentatiously, crossed to a shelf shoulder-high on the wall and reached to remove a quart bottle of brandy which Steve, returning home soaked through and through, had brought out and left standing there. But Steve checked him in the very middle of that act.
"Let it stand, Joe," he directed. "Leave it where it is."
As slowly as he had reached for it Joe started to put the bottle back.
The very briefness of that order should have been warning enough, but Joe found it impossible to keep to himself his disapproval.
"All right," he acquiesced, "only I can"t help remindin" you, just the same, that when a horse is runnin" his heart out it"s kind of superfluous to lay on the whip."
And then the whole acc.u.mulation of those days of silent perplexity, of indecision and fruitless mental forays, spilled over upon Fat Joe"s entirely innocent head. Steve shot around and levelled a pre-emptory finger.
"Whip--h.e.l.l!" he barked. "Put that bottle back!"
Joe"s fingers came away as though the gla.s.s had blistered them.
"Lands" sakes!" he exclaimed; and in a voice that was chastened and meek when he had caught his breath: "Please, and it"s back!"
Chronic ill-temper could hardly have persisted in the face of that reply, and Steve"s had been but a mood. His first chuckle was in itself a plea for pardon. He supplemented it, aloud.
"I"m sorry, Joe--I"m worried. I"ve got a job on my hands that bothers me. It appears to be simple enough, until I get to planning how to tackle it, and then I can"t make any headway at all. But there isn"t anything to be gained in hiding that stuff; that"s one of the things I need to know. It"s better where it is."
Joe waved a hand in bland dismissal of the apology.
"My mistake," he averred, "though your harsh words have hurt me sore.
I don"t quite savvy it yet, but it"s your affair, not mine. You"re dealin" and bankin" the chips. And before now I"ve seen lots of well-meanin" bystanders get all mussed up from trying to horn into another man"s pastime. At my age I"d ought to have knowed better!"
CHAPTER XVI
ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN
In itself that decision of Garry"s to remain a little longer at Thirty-Mile was scarcely significant enough to be called sensational, and yet it proved to be the first of a series of events which, growing more and more sensational as they progressed, finally resulted in the hour for which Steve was biding his time.
Garry entered upon his new duties the following morning in a spirit anything but rea.s.suring to his companion. Up to that time he had made his own industry the b.u.t.t of much good-natured ridicule, viewing it apparently as a sort of vacation novelty amusing enough while the novelty lasted. But he went from task to task that next day in a methodical, dogged fashion that was farthest of all from amiability.
Two or three times Steve, trying to spare him needless effort, attempting to show him how to favor blistered hands and aching back, met with rebuffs so curt that he learned to keep his advice to himself.
He knew what end Garry was working to achieve; he would have allowed himself to smile over the thought that the other man would be tired enough, before night came, without trying to make that work any harder, only he did not dare venture that smile.
Times without number there were when Garry"s monumental fit of sulks bordered close on the ridiculous, but the needed triviality which would have precipitated the whole fabric to a terra-firma of absurdity failed to materialize. He cursed the rain, cursed it with his fluent precision which already had earned Fat Joe"s admiring comment. He complained, querulously, like a half-aged boy, over the treacherous footing which the flooded alder brakes afforded. And once when he had felled a tree and narrowly missed being pinned beneath it, in spite of Steve"s quick leap that dragged him aside, he plunged into an incisive diatribe concerning the perversity of inanimate things--a short discussion in many-syllabled words which would have awakened Steve"s admiration by its very brilliance, had he not already been fully concerned with the light of triumph which had flared and then died out in Garry"s eyes when the hemlock only grazed him.
Now and again Steve saw his lips move and then crook in cynical amus.e.m.e.nt, and knew that Garry was talking to himself and finding such communion most absorbing. But he waited, outwardly patient at least, nor tried to hurry the issue. He knew the woods; he knew what the silence and solitude could do. For no man endures mutely the spell of the wilderness. He talks, or he goes mad. Put two men on a two-months trail and, be they the worst of enemies, they will still find a topic which each may approach. Trap them for a winter in a snow-b.u.t.tressed valley where no other man can penetrate and they will have bared jealous secrets before spring sets them free to go again their roads of doubled hatred. And when dusk came--dusk and a fatigue which made it difficult to drag one foot after the other on the homeward journey--Garry had reached the point where he had to speak his thoughts aloud.
The woods were new to that paler, slighter man. He had to talk, but his beginning was circuitous. He had been gazing down at his rain-soaked length, grotesquely thin in the flapping garments borrowed from Steve"s wardrobe, to look up at last and smile, wryly.
"I was just thinking," he began. "I was just thinking if they could only see me now--the crowd down at Morrison for instance. They used to gibe me. They called me the immaculate Garry, once. Aren"t you a lot heavier than you look?"
Plodding along beside him Steve nodded as though the whole day had been common with just such conversation.
"No. Those clothes were built with an eye to largeness of movement which scarcely insured shape or draping, even upon me."
It was irrelevant, but it was a beginning. And the reference to the crowd at Morrison made Garry"s next remark clear.
"Wouldn"t it jolt them, if they could see me? I thought of it this morning when I was walking a log without so much as a waver. That phrase relative to walking a chalk-line is weak and inadequate, after a man has tried to work his way along a peeled hemlock. If anyone wants to measure sobriety by word of mouth, there"s his standard. It involves the last degree in sure-footedness."
Again Steve bowed his head, but not so immediately this time. For already he realized that this was not to be the opportunity for which he was waiting. And the other man was quick to catch that uncertainty.
"The other evening----" he laughed unpleasantly--"that night when you came back to camp in time to hear of Joe"s proposed novelistic effort, I think I mentioned it to you. I"m not sure. But whether I did or not, it was, no doubt, scarcely introduced in the spirit in which I should ask it now. . . . I suppose they have given you a fairly thorough report of my--career, since we were knights bold and ladies fair, haven"t they?"
Without waiting for a reply he answered the question himself.
"Of course they have," he exclaimed, "because I recognized your fine hand in Joe"s att.i.tude toward me, the very minute I waked up, back a week or so ago, the morning after I"d done my Phil Sheridan stunt from Allison"s to your shack. But do you mind telling me what your own opinion is?"
Stephen O"Mara knew they were not going to get far if they followed that lead. There was a challenge in Garry"s voice which too closely resembled a snarl.
"Why--no." The pre-occupied note was uppermost in his answer. "I"d not mind at all."
But he offered no more than that.
"Nor the reason why you"ve been so insistent that I stay on up here?"
"Why not? I"ve not forgotten my manners, even though I"ve lived some months in the back-brush!"
No attempt at levity, however, could parry the other"s deliberate insolence. Garry worked nearer to what had lain all day behind his bad silence.
"A man is wasting his time trying to reform another man," he vouchsafed, "if that other man has no desire for reformation."
"That is very, very true," Steve agreed with even gravity.
"Unless that man has the desire within himself, he need never waste his time even hoping to come back!"
"I"m forced to admit that there is no room for argument in that, either," said Steve. "Only it has to be more than a desire. It must have become determination."