"You will," the rancher a.s.sured him. "If that man"s alive to-morrow you"ll get your money; I"ll go bail for him. He"s just the man you mention, but I"m considerably less sure about the crankiness than I was this morning. There"s a quant.i.ty of fine clean sand in him."
Meanwhile, and soon after Geoffrey had set out for the store, the two girls strolled down the trail to ascertain how he was progressing.
They looked at each other significantly when they came upon the litter of debris and tools.
"Lit out!" announced Jean Graham. "The sight of all that work was too much for him. He"ll be lying on his back now by the river thinking poetry. This country"s just thick with reposeful Britishers n.o.body at home has any use for, and their kind friends ship off onto us. In a way I"m sorry. He lit out hungry, and he didn"t look like a loafer."
"I"m afraid we were a little hard upon him," said Helen, smiling.
"Still, I am somewhat surprised he did not carry out his bargain."
"You can never trust those gilt-edge Britishers," said Jean Graham with authority. "There was old man Peters who took one of them in, and he"d sit in the store nights making little songs to his banjo, and talking just wonderful. Said he was a baronet or something, if he had his rights, and made love to Sally. Old fool Peters believed him, and lent him three hundred dollars to start a lawsuit over his English property with. Dessay Peters thought red-haired Sally would look well trailing round as a countess in a gold-hemmed dress. The baronet took the money, but wanted some more, and lit out the same night with Lou of the Sapin Rouge saloon."
"I should hardly expect all that from our acquaintance of this morning, but I am disappointed, though I"m sure I don"t know why I should be,"
said Helen Savine.
The sunlight had faded from the valley, though the peaks still shimmered orange and red, and the broken edge of a glacier flashed like a great rose diamond, when the two girls sat on the veranda encircling Graham"s ranch-house. The rancher and his stalwart sons were away rounding up his cattle, but Jean was expecting both them and her mother and the delayed supper was ready. The evening was very still and cool.
The life-giving air was heavy with the breath of dew-touched cedars, while the hoa.r.s.e clamor of the river accentuated the hush of the mountain solitude. Strange to say, both of the girls were thinking about the vagrant, and Helen Savine, who considered herself a judge of character, had been more impressed by him than she would have cared to admit. There was no doubt, she reflected, that the man was tolerably good-looking and had enjoyed some training, though perhaps not the best, in England. He had also known adversity, she deduced from the gauntness of his face and a certain grimness of expression. She had noticed that his chin indicated a masterful expression and she was, therefore, the more surprised that he had allowed himself to be vanquished by the boulder.
Suddenly a heavy crash broke through the musical jangle of cow bells that drew nearer up the valley, and a cloud of yellow smoke curling above the dark branches spread itself across the fir tops in filmy folds.
"I guess that"s our hobo blowing the rock up!" cried Jean. "I wonder where he stole the giant powder from. Well, daddy"s found his cattle, and the swearing will have made him hungry. I"ll start Kate on to the supper, and we"ll bring the man in when he comes round for his dollar."
Presently Thurston knocked at the door, and strode in at a summons to enter. Slightly abashed, he halted inside the threshold. Jean, looking ruddy and winsome in light print dress, with sleeves rolled clear of each plump fore-arm, was spreading great platefuls of hot cakes and desiccated fruits among the more solid viands on the snowy tablecloth. Geoffrey found it difficult to refrain from glancing wolfishly at the good things until his eyes rested upon Miss Savine, and then it cost him an effort to turn them away. Helen reclined on an ox-hide lounge. An early rose rested among the glossy cl.u.s.ters of her thick, dark hair. A faint tinge of crimson showed through the pale olive in her cheek, and he caught the glimmer of pearly teeth between the ripe red lips. In her presence he grew painfully conscious that he was ragged, toil-stained and dusty, though he had made the best toilet he could beside a stream.
"I have removed the rock, and have brought the tools back," he said.
"How much did the explosives cost you?" asked Helen, and Geoffrey smiled.
"If you will excuse me, is not that beside the question? I engaged to remove the boulder, and I have done it," he answered.
Ever since her mother"s death, Helen Savine had ruled her father and most of the men with whom she came in contact. She had come to the ranch with Mr. Savine, who was interested in many enterprises in the neighborhood and she was prepared to be interested in whatever occurred. Few of her wishes ever had been thwarted, so, naturally, she was conscious of a faint displeasure that a disheveled wanderer should even respectfully slight her question. Placing two silver coins on the table, the said coldly:
"Then here are your covenanted wages, and we are obliged to you."
Geoffrey handed one of the coins back with a slight inclination of his head. "Our bargain was one dollar, madam, and I cannot take more.
Perhaps you have forgotten," he replied.
Helen was distinctly annoyed now. The color grew a little warmer in her cheek and her eyes brighter, but she uttered only a "Thank you,"
and took up the piece of silver.
Jean Graham, prompted by the Westerner"s generous hospitality, and a feeling that she had been overlooked, spoke:
"You have earned a square meal any way, and you"re going to get it,"
she declared. "Sit right down there and we"ll have supper when the boys come in."
Uneasily conscious that Helen was watching him, Thurston cast a swift hungry glance at the food. Then, remembering his frayed and tattered garments and the hole in his boot, he answered: "I thank you, but as I must be well on my way to-morrow I cannot stay."
"Then you"ll take these along, and eat them when it suits you," said the girl, deftly thrusting a plateful of hot cakes upon him. Divided between grat.i.tude and annoyance, Geoffrey stood still, stupidly holding out the dainties at arm"s length, while flavored syrup dripped from them. It was equally impossible to return them without flagrant discourtesy or to retire with any dignity. Finally, he moved out backwards still clutching the plate of cakes, and when he had disappeared Helen laughed softly, while Jean"s merriment rang out in rippling tones.
"You saved the situation," said Helen. "It was really getting embarra.s.sing, and he made me ashamed. I ought to have known better than to play that trick with the dollar, but the poor man looked as if he needed it. He is certainly not a hobo, and I could wonder who he is, but that it does not matter, as we shall never see him again."
Meanwhile, Geoffrey Thurston walked savagely down the trail. He felt greatly tempted to hurl the cakes away, but, on second thoughts, ate them instead. It was a trifling decision, but it led to important results, as trifles often do, because, if he had not satisfied his hunger, he would have limped back through the settlement towards the railroad and probably never would have re-entered the valley. As it was, when the edge of his hunger was blunted he felt drowsy, and, curling himself up among the roots of hemlock, sank into slumber under the open sky. Early next morning Bransome stopped him on the trail.
"I"ve been thinking over what you told me about making a rock cutting to run the water clear of my meadows," said the rancher, "and if you"re still keen on business I"m open to talk to you."
"Why didn"t you talk yesterday morning?" inquired Thurston, and Bransome answered frankly: "Well, just then I had my doubts about you; now I figure that if you say you can do a thing, you can. Come over to the ranch, and, if we can"t make a deal, I"ll give you a week"s work, any way."
"Thanks!" replied Thurston. "I should be glad to, but I have some business at the settlement first. Will you advance me a dollar, on account of wages, so that I can discharge a debt to the storekeeper?"
"Why, yes!" agreed the rancher. "But didn"t you get a dollar from Graham yesterday? Do you want two?"
"Yes!" said Thurston. "I want two," and Bransome laughed.
"You"re in a greater hurry to pay your debts than other folks from your country I"ve met over here," he observed with a smile. "But come on to the ranch and breakfast; I"ll square the storekeeper for you."
Thurston accepted the chance that offered him a sustaining meal, but he did not explain that, owing to some faint trace of superst.i.tion in his nature, he intended to keep Helen Savine"s dollar. It was the first coin that he had earned as his own master, in the Dominion, and he felt that the successfully-executed contract marked a turning point in his career.
CHAPTER IV
GEOFFREY MAKES PROGRESS
Thurston did justice to his breakfast at Bransome"s ranch, and he frankly informed his host that he had found it difficult to exist on two handfuls of crackers and one of hot corn cakes. When the meal was finished and pipes were lighted, the two men surveyed each other with mutual interest. They were not unlike in physique, for the Colonial, was, as is usual with his kind, lean and wiry. His quick, restless movements suggested nervous energy, but when advisable, he could a.s.sume the bovine stolidity which, though foreign to his real nature, the Canadian bushman occasionally adopts for diplomatic purposes.
Thurston, however, still retained certain traits of the Insular Briton, including a curtness of speech and a judicious reserve.
"That blame lake backs up on my meadows each time the creek rises,"
Bransome observed at length. "The snow melts fast in hay-time, and, more often than I like, a freshet harvests my timothy gra.s.s for me.
Now cutting down three-hundred-foot redwoods is good as exercise, but it gets monotonous, and a big strip of natural prairie would be considerably more useful than a beaver"s swimming bath. You said you could blow a channel through the rocks that hold up the outlet, didn"t you?"
"I can!" Geoffrey a.s.serted confidently. "From some knowledge of mining I am inclined to think that a series of heavy charges fired simultaneously along the natural cleavage would reduce the lake"s level at least a fathom. Have you got a pencil?"
Here it was that the national idiosyncrasies of the men became apparent; for Thurston, leaning on one elbow, made an elaborate sketch and many calculations with Bransome"s pencil. A humming-bird, resplendent in gold and purple, blundered in between the roses shrouding the open window, and hovered for a moment above him on invisible wings. Thurston did not notice the bird, but Bransome flung a crust at it as he smiled on his companion.
"We"ll take the figures for granted. Life is too short to worry over them," the rancher said. "Let"s get down to business. How much are you asking, no cure no pay, I finding tools and material? I want your bottom price straight away."
Thurston had never done business in so summary a fashion before, but he could adapt himself to circ.u.mstances, and he mentioned a moderate sum forthwith.
"Can"t come down?--then it"s a deal!" Bransome announced.
"Contract--this is the Pacific slope, and we"ve no time for such foolery. I"m figuring that I can trust you, and my word"s good enough in this locality. Run that pond down a fathom and you"ll get your money. Any particular reason why you shouldn"t start in to-day? Don"t know of any? Then put that pipe in your pocket, and we"ll strike out for the store at the settlement now."
So it came about that at sunset Geoffrey was deposited with several bags of provisions, a blanket, and a litter of tools, outside a ruined shack on the edge of the natural prairie surrounding Bransome"s lake.
He had elected to live beside his work.
A tall forest of tremendous growth walled the lake, and then for a s.p.a.ce rotting trees and willow swale showed where the intermittent rise of waters had set a limit to the all-encroaching bush. The wail of a loon rang eerily out of the shadow, and was answered by the howl of a distant wolf. A thin silver crescent sailed clear of the fretted minarets of towering firs clear cut against a pale pearl of the sky.
"Carlton"s prairie, we call it," said Bransome, leaning against his light wagon, which stood, near the deserted dwelling. "Land which isn"t all rock or forest is mighty scarce, and Carlton figured he"d done great things when he bought this place. Five years he tried to drain it, working night and day, and pouring good money into it, and five times the freshets washed out his crops for him. The creek just laughed at his ditches. Then when he"d no more money he went out to help track-laying, and a big tree flattened him. The boys said he didn"t seem very sorry. This prairie had broken his heart for him, and I"ve heard the Siwash say he still comes back and digs at nights when the moon is full."
"Carlton made a mistake," said Geoffrey, who had been examining the surroundings rather than listening to the tale. "He began in what looked the easiest and was the hardest way. He should have cut the mother rock instead of trenching the forest." When Bransome drove away Thurston rolled himself in the thick brown blanket, and sank into slumber under the lee of the dead man"s dwelling, through which a maple tree had grown from the inside, wrenching off the shingle roof.