Part 26 (2/2)
”I think I need only say that you're very far from being the kind of man I could marry. Let me pa.s.s!”
Mappin barred her way.
”Well,” he said, ”I know my value. I'll stand comparison with that finicking Englishman!”
Her blush told that this shot had reached the mark and he turned on her with fury.
”You'll never get him! Count on that; I'll break the fellow!”
Geraldine recoiled. She thought that he meant to seize her; he was capable of it. Indeed, he moved a pace or two, but this gave her an opportunity for reaching the door. There she turned and saw that he was watching her with a curious grim smile.
”The subject is closed,” she said. ”You have behaved hatefully!”
Escaping into the hall, she sought her room and shut herself in. She felt humiliated, and, although there had once or twice been something ludicrous in the situation, the man's overbearing boldness had strongly impressed her. She was afraid of him; he would not readily be beaten.
Mappin left the house without speaking to Frobisher and returned to the Landing. The next day he sent for the packer who was to lead the party taking up Andrew's supplies. The fellow was some time in coming and Mappin waited for him in a threatening mood. Geraldine's blush had filled him with jealous hatred. Allinson was a dangerous rival. Let him beware!
”You know the Whitefish Creek,” he said to the man he had summoned.
”What lies between the forks?”
”A piece of high and very rough country; muskegs full of little pines mussed up with blown trees in the hollows.”
”Well,” said Mappin, ”you'll cache the supplies for Allinson where I've put the cross on this map. Think you've got it right?”
”Yes,” answered the packer. ”It must be near the tall b.u.t.te, a piece up the creek. That's a pretty good mark.”
”Then there's the other lot of supplies. You can see the place for them on the height of land, south of the Whitefish.”
The man glanced at the map and nodded.
”We'll dump those first. Everything's ready. We'll pull out as soon as I can get the boys together.”
He left the room and Mappin lighted a cigar. He felt somewhat nervous, as if he had undergone a strain.
”If Allinson gets through, I'll allow he's the better man,” he mused.
CHAPTER XV
THE SILVER LODE
A half-breed stood on the river bank beside his dog-team while Andrew handed Carnally the packs from the sled. It was late in the afternoon, the valley was swept by driving snow, and the men's hands were so numbed that they found it difficult to strap on their heavy loads. The ice was several feet in thickness on the deeper pools, but the stream ran strong along the opposite sh.o.r.e, and its frozen surface was rough, and broken in places by pools of inky water.
”It would save some trouble if we made our caches among these boulders,” Graham suggested.
”That's so,” agreed Carnally. ”Still I guess it would be safer on the other side, where we'll strike it sooner coming back. It's wise to take no chances in this country.”
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