For the Allinson Honor. Bindloss Harold
One could imagine that this man's body was his well-trained servant and would never become his pampered master.
"Sit down, Jake," said Andrew, determined to penetrate his reserve. "Take a cigar. Now, we got on pretty well in the hospital and the prison camp, didn't we?"
Carnally's eyes twinkled when he had lighted his cigar.
"That's so; I wasn't in your squadron then. Besides, you've got moved up since; you're colonel now."
"In a sense, I am. I don't know how you rank yet, but I have some say in choosing my officers. But we'll drop this fencing. Why did you hold off last night when I meant to be friendly?"
Carnally considered before he answered.
"I know my place; you're my boss. If my attitude didn't please you, tell me what you expect."
"I'll try. To begin with, when I speak as the Company's representative, I must have what I want done."
"That's right. I'm agreeable, so long as I hold my job."
"Don't you mean to hold it?"
"That depends. I haven't made up my mind yet."
"Then I want a man that I can rely on to help me through any trouble I meet," Andrew went on. "One that I can consult, when it's needful, with confidence."
"It's quite likely that we might look at things from a different point of view."
Andrew was frankly puzzled by his companion's manner. His reserve and lack of response were not in accordance with what he knew of Carnally.
"Well," he asked, "what are you going to do?"
"We might give the thing a trial. Do you know much about mining?"
"Nothing," said Andrew. "I'll admit that to you. I don't think you'll take advantage of it."
"But how did you come to be sent over in charge of the mine if you don't know your work?"
"I'm a director of the Company, and a good deal of the family money has gone into it."
Carnally looked grave at this, and sat silent a few moments studying his companion.
"Did you have anything to do with fixing up things on this side?" he asked.
"No. My brother-in-law, Hathersage, came over and made all arrangements. I'm rather ignorant about them."
"Then he didn't take you much into his confidence about this mining proposition?"
"No; I can't say that he did."
"And you expect a fair return on your money and mean to see that your friends who have invested don't get left? That's all?"
"Of course; I've no claim to anything else."
"That," said the Canadian dryly, "is a point on which there might be some difference of opinion. You want the shareholders to make a good thing?"
"Yes. The firm has backed this mine; I believe the name helped to float the scheme. That makes me responsible to the people who found the money."
Carnally gave him a long searching glance, and his expression changed.
"Well," he said with an air of quiet resolve, "I guess I'll have to see you through."
When Carnally left a half-hour later he met a storekeeper of the town outside the hotel.
"You're looking serious, Jake," the man remarked. "Been with your new boss, I heard. What do you think of him?"
"Well," Carnally answered gravely, "it's my idea he's white."
"Then you're not going to quit, as you talked of doing?"
"No, sir; I guess the new boss and I will pull along."
"If he's square, why's he working with Mappin and the other grafters?"
Carnally laughed.
"That's a point I don't understand yet. But it's my notion there's going to be less graft about this Rain Bluff proposition than you fellows think."
CHAPTER V
THE FIRST SUSPICIONS
Trails of mist floated among the pines that stretched their ragged branches across the swollen river. Though there had been rain in abundance, it flowed crystal clear out of the trackless wilderness of rock and forest that rolls north from the Lake of Shadows toward Hudson Bay. This rugged belt, which extends from Ottawa River to the fertile prairie, had until very recent days been regarded as valueless to man, except for the purpose of trapping fur-bearing animals. The pines are, for the most part, too small for milling, and there is little soil among the curiously rounded rocks. Moreover, the agents of the Hudson Bay Company, which long held dominion over the Canadian wilds, did not encourage the intrusion of adventurous settlers into their fur preserves. At last, however, the discovery that there were valuable minerals in the rocks was made, and hardy treasure-seekers braved the rigors of the North.
Andrew and Carnally knelt in the bottom of their canoe, plying the paddle, while a big half-breed stood upright, using an iron-shod pole when the nature of the bottom permitted it. The stream ran strong against them; they were wet, and had laboriously forced a passage between big boulders, up rapids, and a few slacker reaches, since early morning. A fine drizzle obscured their view, but so far as they could see, the prospect was far from cheerful. Ahead, stony ledges broke the froth-streaked surface of the flood; the pines were green by the waterside, growing with vigor where they could find a hold among the rocks, but farther back they were small and tangled, leaning athwart each other, stripped of half their branches. Some had been blackened by fire, and there were unsightly avenues of tottering charred logs. The picture was dreary and desolate.
"Isn't it getting time for supper?" Andrew asked as they rounded a bend in the river.
"Not quite. Besides, there's a Mappin camp not far ahead, and if we can make it we'll be saved some trouble."
Andrew nodded, for he had discovered that cooking supper and arranging a shelter for the night is a tiresome business when one is wet and worn out by a long day's journey.
"Then we'd better go on. I suppose Mappin's boys are road-making?"
"Yes," said Carnally. "Transport is going to be one of the Company's biggest expenses. Though the river is available it pays to cut out the worst of the portages. Packing ore over a mile or two of slippery rock costs money, and the river makes a big bend full of rapids a little higher up."
"I remember now. The road is to go straight across by the old fur-trade traverse, and when it's finished we'll put wagons on. From the looks of the country it will be an undertaking."
"Sure!" agreed Carnally. "Still, if you get it done at a reasonable figure, it ought to pay."
"It has struck me that we're giving a good deal of work to Mappin. Ever since we left the landing we have come across his men."
"It's usual to put jobs you're unable to attend to into a contractor's hands," Carnally replied.
The men were now on more friendly terms, but Andrew had noticed that his companion was generally content with answering questions and seldom made a suggestion. Moreover, he had an idea that Carnally was quietly studying him. The man's attitude was puzzling, but he thought he would in due time find an explanation.
They paddled on for another half-hour, and then a sharp report rang out of the mist ahead. It was followed by a succession of heavy crashes that might have been made by falling rock, and Carnally turned the canoe's head toward the bank.
"Giant-powder," he explained. "The camp's near by, and the boys haven't quit for supper yet."
On landing, they left the half-breed to look after the canoe, while they followed a narrow track through a belt of dismal tottering pines. A low log-building stood in a clearing and beyond it the new road led up a ravine with rocky slopes. In one place they had been violently rent, for the ground was strewn with great fragments, over which a cloud of dust still floated. A group of men stood a short distance away, as if afraid to approach nearer, and their attitude suggested that something unusual was going on. As Andrew hurried toward them, two more appeared, staggering out of the dust and vapor in a curious