"Are there men like him?" she said.
Miss Barrington shook off her anger, and rising, laid a gentle hand on her niece"s shoulder. "Very few, I hope," she said. "Still, it would be better if we sent word to Dane. You would not care for that tale to spread?"
For a moment the girl"s cheeks flamed, then she rose quietly and crossed the room.
"No," she said, and her aunt stood still, apparently lost in contemplation, after the door swung softly to. Then she sat down at the writing table. There was very little in the note, but an hour after Dane received it that night, a wagon drew up outside Ferris"s farm. Two men went quietly in and found the owner of the homestead sitting with a sheaf of papers scattered about the table in front of him.
"Come back to-morrow. I can"t be worried now," he said. "Well, why the devil don"t you go?"
Dane laid a hand on his shoulder. "We are waiting for you. You are coming with us!"
Ferris turned, and stared at them. "Where to?"
"To the railroad," Dane said dryly. "After that you can go just where it pleases you. Now, there"s no use, whatever, making a fuss, and every care will be taken of your property until you can arrange to dispose of it. Hadn"t you better get ready?"
The grim quietness of the voice was sufficient, and Ferris, who saw that force would be used if it was necessary, decided that it was scarcely likely his hired men would support him.
"I might have expected it!" he said. "Of course, it was imprudent to speak the truth to our leader"s niece. You know what I have done?"
"I know what you did the night Courthorne nearly lost his life," said Dane. "One would have fancied that would have contented you."
"Well," said Ferris, "if you would like to hear of a more serious offense, I"ll oblige you."
Dane"s finger closed on his arm. "If you attempt to tell me, I"ll break your head for you."
Next moment Ferris was lifted from his chair, and in less than ten minutes Dane thrust him into the wagon, where another man, who pa.s.sed a hand through his arm, sat beside him. It was a very long drive to the railroad, but few words were exchanged during it, and when they reached the settlement one of Ferris"s companions mounted guard outside the hotel he found accommodation in, until the Montreal express crawled up above the rim of the prairie. Then both went with him to the station, and as the long cars rolled in Dane turned quietly to the lad.
"Now, I am quite aware that we are incurring some responsibility, so you need not waste your breath," he said. "There are, however, lawyers in Winnipeg, if you fancy it is advisable to make use of them, and you know where I and Macdonald are, if you want us. In the meanwhile, your farm will be run better than ever if was in your hands, until you dispose of it. That is all I have to tell you, except that if any undesirable version of the affair gets about, Courthorne or I will a.s.suredly find you."
Then there was a scream of the whistle, and the train rolled away with Ferris standing white with fury on the platform of a car.
In the meanwhile Maud Barrington spent a sleepless night. Ferris"s taunt had reached its mark, and she realized with confusion that it was the truth he spoke. The fact that brought the blood to her cheeks would no longer be hidden, and she knew it was a longing to punish the lad who had struck down the man she loved that had led to her insistence on the former leaving Silverdale. It was a difficult admission, but she made it that night. The outcast who had stepped out of the obscurity, and into her peaceful life, had shown himself a man that any woman might be proud to mate with, and, though he had said very little, and now and then his words were bitter, she knew that he loved her. Whatever he had done, and she felt against all the teachings of her reason that it had not been evil, he had shown himself the equal of the best at Silverdale, and she laughed as she wondered which of the men there she could set in the balance against him. Then she shivered a little, remembering that there was a barrier whose extent he alone realized between them, and wondered vaguely what the future would bring.
It was a week or two before Winston was on his feet again, and Maud Barrington was one of the first to greet him when he walked feebly into the hall. She had, however, decided on the line of conduct that would be most fitting, and there was no hint of more than neighborly kindliness in her tone. They had spoken about various trifles when Winston turned to her.
"You and Miss Barrington have taken such good care of me that if I consulted my inclinations I would linger in convalescence a long while," he said. "Still, I must make an effort to get away to-morrow."
"We cannot take the responsibility of letting you go under a week yet," said Maud Barrington. "Have you anything especially important to do?"
"Yes," said Winston, and the girl understood the grimness of his face. "I have."
"It concerns the fire?"
Winston looked at her curiously. "I would sooner you did not ask me that question, Miss Barrington."
"I scarcely fancy it is necessary," said the girl, with a little smile. "Still, I have something to tell you, and a favor to ask.
Ferris has left Silverdale, and you must never make any attempt to discover what caused the fire."
"You know?"
"Yes," said Maud Barrington. "Dane, Macdonald, and Ha.s.sal know, too, but you will not ask them, and if you did they would not tell you."
"I can refuse you nothing," said Winston with a laugh, though his voice betrayed him. "Still, I want a _quid pro quo_. Wait until Ferris"s farm is in the sale list and then take it with the growing crop."
"I could not. There are reasons," said the girl.
Winston gazed at her steadily, and a little color crept to his forehead, but he answered unconcernedly, "They can be over-ridden.
It may be the last favor I shall ever ask of you."
"No," said Maud Barrington. "Anything else you wish, but not that.
You must believe, without wondering why, that it is out of the question!"
Winston yielded with a curious little smile. "Well," he said, "we will let it drop. I ask no questions. You have accepted so much already without understanding it."
CHAPTER XVIII
WITH THE STREAM
It was Winston"s last afternoon at the Grange, and almost unpleasantly hot, while the man whose vigor had not as yet returned to him was content to lounge in the big window-seat listlessly watching his companion. He had borne the strain of effort long, and the time of his convalescence amid the tranquillity of Silverdale Grange had with the gracious kindliness of Miss Barrington and her niece been a revelation to him. There were moments when it brought him bitterness and self-reproach, but these were usually brief, and he made the most of what he knew might never be his again, telling himself that it would at least be something to look back upon.
Maud Barrington sat close by, glancing through the letters a mounted man had brought in, and the fact that his presence put no restraint on her curiously pleased the man. At last, however, she opened a paper and pa.s.sed it across to him.
"You have been very patient, but no doubt you will find something that will atone for my silence there," she said.
Winston turned over the journal, and then smiled at her. "Is there anything of moment in your letters?"
"No," said the girl, with a little laugh. "I scarcely think there is--a garden party, a big reception, the visit of a high official, and a description of the latest hat. Still, you know, that is supposed to be enough for us."
"Then I wonder whether you will find this more interesting: "The bears made a determined rally yesterday, and wheat moved back again. There was later in the day a rush to sell, and prices now stand at almost two cents below their lowest level.""
"Yes," said Maud Barrington, noticing the sudden intentness of his pallid face. "I do. It is serious news for you?"
"And for you! You see where I have led you. Ill or well, I must start for Winnipeg to-morrow."
Maud Barrington smiled curiously. "You and I and a handful of others stand alone, but I told you I would not blame you whether we won or lost. Do you know that I am grateful for the glimpses of the realities of life that you have given me?"
Winston felt his pulses throb faster, for the girl"s unabated confidence stirred him, but he looked at her gravely. "I wonder if you realize what you have given me in return? Life as I had seen it was very grim and bare--and now I know what, with a little help, it is possible to make of it."
"With a little help?" said Maud Barrington.
Winston nodded, and his face which had grown almost wistful hardened.
"Those who strive in the pit are apt to grow blind to the best--the sweetness and order, and all the little graces that mean so much. Even if their eyes are opened, it is usually too late. You see, they lose touch with all that lies beyond the struggle, and without some one to lead them they cannot get back to it. Still, if I talk in this fashion you will laugh at me, but every one has his weakness now and then--and no doubt I shall make up for it at Winnipeg to-morrow. One can not afford to be fanciful when wheat is two cents down."
Maud Barrington was not astonished. Tireless in his activities and, more curious still, almost ascetic in his mode of life, the man had already given her glimpses of his inner self and the vague longings that came upon him. He never asked her pity, but she found something pathetic in his att.i.tude, for it seemed he knew that the stress and the turmoil alone could be his. Why this was so she did not know, but it was with a confidence that could not be shaken now she felt it was through no fault of his. His last words, however, showed her that the mask was on again.