"Not a cent," Geoffrey replied. "The poor devils who risk their lives daily fully earn their money."
"Do you know their wages equal the figure the strikers demanded and you refused to pay? Summers told me about that dispute, sir," ventured English Jim.
"The strikers were not prepared to earn higher pay--and that one word, "demanded," makes a big difference. h.e.l.lo! who is the stranger?"
Mattawa Tom was directing a horseman towards the shanty, and Geoffrey, who watched the newcomer with growing interest, found something familiar in his face and figure, until he rose up in astonishment when the man rode nearer.
"Halliday, by all that"s wonderful!" he cried. "Uncommonly glad to see you; but whatever brought you back to this far-off land again?"
"Several things," was the answer, as Halliday, shaking the snow from his furs, dismounted stiffly. "Strain of overwork necessitated a change, my doctor told me. Trust estate I"m winding up comprised doubtful British Columbian mining interests, and last, but not least, to see you, Geoffrey."
The man"s fur coat was open now, and Geoffrey, who glanced at the black coat beneath it, said:
"I"m glad you wanted to see me, anyway, but come in. Here, Jake, take the horse to the stable. Are my sympathies needed, Halliday--any of my new friends over yonder dead?"
Halliday stared at him blankly. "Haven"t you read the letter I sent you? Do you get no English papers?" he questioned.
"No, to both. I fancy very few people over yonder trouble themselves as to whether I"m living. How did you address your letter?"
"Orchard City, or was it Orchardville? Mrs. Leslie told me the name of the postoffice, and I looked it up on a map."
Geoffrey thrust his guest into a chair.
"That explains it. This is Orchard Valley; the other place is away across the province, a forlorn hamlet, and some ox-driving postmaster has no doubt returned your letter. Do you bring bad news? Don"t keep me in suspense."
"Anthony Thurston"s dead. Died in your old place, partly the result of a gun accident," answered Halliday, and Geoffrey sat silent for a moment.
"I"m sorry--yes, sincerely," he said at last. "I can say it freely, because, as I daresay you know, I disappointed him, and can in no way benefit by his death. In fact, he had the power to refuse me what was morally my right, and no doubt he exercised it. Still, now it"s too late, I feel ashamed that I never tried to patch up the quarrel. Poor old Anthony!"
Halliday smiled. "You are a better fellow than you often lead folks to suppose, Geoffrey--and I quite believe you. Such regrets are, however, generally useless, are they not? In this case especially so, for Anthony Thurston forgot the quarrel before he died, and sent you his very good wishes. I see I have a surprise in store. You are a beneficiary. He has bequeathed you considerably more than your moral share in the property."
Thurston strode up and down the shanty before he halted.
"I"m glad that, though perhaps I deserved it, he didn"t carry the bitterness into the grave with him," he declared with earnestness. "We were too much like each other to get on well, but there was a time when he was a good friend to me. It"s no use pretending I"m not pleased at what you tell me--it means a great deal to me. But you must be tired and hungry, and I want to talk by the hour to you."
Halliday did full justice to the meal which the camp cook produced, and afterwards the two men sat talking until the short winter afternoon had drawn to a close and the first stars were blinking down on untrodden snows. Answering a question Halliday said:
"Your share--I"ll show you a complete list when I unpack my things--will, if left invested, provide you with a moderate income for a single man. Indeed, with your Spartan tastes, you might live in what you would consider luxury. As usual, however, in such cases, the securities are not readily marketable, and your interest in some ventures could hardly be summarily realized at any sacrifice. The whole is left to you unconditionally, but my advice is decidedly that you hold on."
"I am sorry," Geoffrey replied, "because even at a sacrifice I intend to sell. If you"re not too tired to listen a little longer, I"ll try to explain why."
Halliday listened gravely. Then he commented:
"As Anthony Thurston said, it is characteristic of you, and it"s possible that he would have approved of what on the surface looks like folly. He stated that he hoped the bequest would help you to confound your enemies. But you must act as a business man. You say that, if you go deeper, your firm might still wind up just solvent; then why not abandon the apparently hopeless project, and withdraw? Follow your profession if you must work, or live upon your income. This drainage scheme looks tolerably desperate on your own showing, and if, selling at a sacrifice you sink all your new possessions in it, you may be left utterly cleaned out, a beggar. You have no other relatives likely to leave you another competence, Geoffrey."
"It can"t be helped--or rather I don"t want to help it. I"ve pledged my word and honor to see this undertaking through, and I mean to redeem it if it ruins me. Now what were you telling me about Mrs. Leslie?"
Halliday explained for some minutes before he said:
"You are on the spot, and it"s your duty to join us. Anthony Thurston was always eccentric, and has left us a very troublesome charge. Her husband is not to get at the money, and this discrimination between man and wife is going to be confoundedly awkward. However, as I"m going to stay some little time, and if possible shoot a mountain sheep, we can discuss it at leisure."
Thomas Savine, who came up in a day or two, speedily became good friends with Halliday. Geoffrey had his work to superintend, and was suspicious that Halliday seized the opportunity his absence afforded to explain what appeared to him a sacrifice of Anthony Thurston"s legacy.
One evening when Halliday was down in the canon watching the workmen toiling in the river, under the lurid blaze of the lucigen, Thomas Savine said:
"I"m going to talk straight, Geoffrey. Your friend told me the whole thing, and I agree with his opinion. See here, you are safe for life if you hold fast to what you have got now--and the Lord knows whether we will ever be successful in the canon. Of course the money would help us, but it isn"t sufficient to make victory dead certain, and it would be a drop in the bucket if we came down with a bang, as we may very well do. Even considering what"s at stake, I couldn"t let you make the plunge without protesting."
"If I had ten times as much, or ten times as little, it would all go after the rest," replied Geoffrey. "I appreciate your good intentions, but you can"t, and never will, convince me, so there"s no use talking.
You will, in the meantime, say not a word to Miss Savine on the subject."
Next morning Geoffrey said to his guest:
"I want you to write out a telegram to your partner in England.
Yonder"s a mounted messenger waiting for it. He"s to sell everything bequeathed to me at the best price he can. You have done your best, Halliday, and I suppose I ought to be more grateful than I am, but you see I"m rather fond than otherwise of a big risk. We"ll ride over with Mr. Savine and call upon my partner to-day."
It was late in the afternoon when the two arrived at the ranch which Savine had rented. It was the nearest dwelling to the camp that could be rendered comfortable, but lay some distance from it, over a very bad trail. Helen was not cordial towards Geoffrey, who left her to entertain Halliday, and slipped away to the room looking down the valley, where his partner sat with a fur robe wrapped about his bent shoulders. Savine"s face had grown very hollow and his eyes were curiously dim.
"It was good of you to come, Geoffrey," he said; "How are you getting on in the canon?"
"Famously, sir. We are certainly going to beat the river," was the prompt answer, and remembering the accession of capital, Geoffrey"s cheerfulness was real. "I"m hoping to ask Miss Savine to fire the final shot some time before the snows melt."
Savine looked at him with a trace of his old keenness, and appeared satisfied that the speaker believed in his own prediction. Then he smiled as he answered:
"You do me good, Geoffrey. Good news is better than gallons of medicine, and when you make such a promise I feel I can trust you. I"m grateful, but it"s mighty trying to lie here helpless while another man plays out my last and boldest game for me. Lord! what wouldn"t I give for just three months of my old vigor! Still, I"ll never be fit again, and as I must lean on somebody, I"m glad it should be you."
"Lean on me! You have given me the chance of my life, sir. You don"t look quite comfortable there. Let me settle that rug for you," said Geoffrey, and as with clumsy gentleness he rearranged the sick man"s wrappings, Helen came un.o.bserved into the room. She read the pity beneath the smile on the younger man"s bronze face and noticed how willingly his hard fingers did their unaccustomed work. Her heart grew soft towards Geoffrey as she heard her father"s sigh of content. The sight touched, though, for a reason she was ashamed of, it also troubled her. Unwilling to disturb them, she merely smiled when Thurston saw her, and found herself a seat in a corner.
"My brain"s not so clear as it used to be. No use hiding things.
Why," began Savine, and Geoffrey, who surmised that he had not seen his daughter, knocked over a medicine bottle with his elbow and spent some time noisily groping under the table for it. The action might have deceived one of his own s.e.x, but Helen, who wondered what his motive was, grew piqued as well as curious.
"I"ve been worrying over things lately," continued Savine. "There was one of the rancher"s hired men in and he told our folks a mixed story about a sluice gate bursting. You never mentioned it to me. Now I have a hazy notion that I made a drawing for a gate one day, when I was--sick, we"ll say. I looked for it afterwards and couldn"t find it.
I"ve been thinking over it considerable lately."
"Then you are very foolish, sir," declared Geoffrey. "Of course, we have had one or two minor breakages, but nothing we were unable to remedy. Just now everything is going ahead in the most satisfactory manner."
Helen, who watched the speaker, decided that he was concealing something, and also fancied her father did not seem quite satisfied.
"I"ve been wondering whether it was that gate which burst. See here, Geoffrey, I feel you have had bad trouble; isn"t it a little mean not to tell me? You will remember I"m still Julius Savine--and only a little while ago there was no man in the province who dared to try to fool me."
A measure of the speaker"s former spirit revealed itself in a clearer vibration of his voice, and, raising himself in his chair, Savine became for a moment almost the man he had been.
Thurston had determined to hold his fallen leader"s credit safe, not only before the eyes of others but even in his own, and was doing it to the best of his ability.
"Of course, we have had trouble--lots of it, but nothing we could not overcome," he repeated. "If everything went smoothly it would grow monotonous. Still, you can rest perfectly contented, sir, and a.s.sist us with your judgment in the difficult cases. For instance, would you let me know what you think of these specifications?"
Savine, who seemed to find a childish pleasure in being consulted, forgot his former anxiety, and Geoffrey, leaving him contented, slipped out of the ranch, and, finding a sheltered path among the redwoods, paced to and fro. He was presently surprised to see Helen move out from among the trees. She had a fur about her shoulders which set off the finely-chiselled face above it. Nevertheless, for once at least, he was by no means pleased to see her.
"I wish to ask you a question," she said. "Of course, I have heard there was an inquiry into the breaking of the sluice, but neither you nor my uncle thought fit to give me any definite information on the subject. Unfortunately, my father heard distorted rumors of the accident, and has been fretting ever since. As you know, this is most detrimental to his failing health, and, so that I may be the better able to soothe him I want you to tell me all that happened."