Part 45 (1/2)

”A friend!”--the word released a spring in Sam's overwrought breast.

For the first time he looked full at her with warm eyes. G.o.d knew he needed a friend if ever a young man did.

Miss Mackall, observing the effect of her word, repeated it. ”Such a humiliating position for a manly man to be placed in!” she went on.

Sam's heart expanded with grat.i.tude. ”That was kind of you,” he murmured.

It did not occur to him that her position against the gatepost was carefully studied; that the smile was cloying, and that behind the inviting friendliness of her eyes lay the anxiety of a woman growing old. It was enough that she offered him kindness. Both the gift and the giver seemed beautiful.

”There is a bond between us!” she went on, half coquettish, half serious. ”I felt it from the first moment I saw you. Arriving together as we did, in a strange and savage country. Ugh!”--a delicate shudder here. ”You and I are not like these people. We must be friends!”

A humiliated and sore-hearted youth will swallow more than this. Sam lingered by the gate. At the same time, somewhere within, was a dim consciousness that it was not very nutritious food.

But it went to the right spot. It renewed his faith in himself a little. It gave him courage to face the night that he knew awaited him in the dormitory.

Events still followed fast at the settlement. Next morning a native came in to Stiffy and Mahooley's with the information that two York boats were coming up the lake in company. One was enough to make a gala day. Later came word that they had landed at Grier's Point. This was two miles east.

Owing to low water in the lake, laden boats could not come closer in.

The first was the police boat, with supplies for the post and for the Indian agent. The second carried the Government surveyors, six strong, and forty hundredweight of implements and grub.

Presently the surveyors themselves arrived at the store, making a larger party of white men than had ever before gathered on Caribou Lake. The natives were in force also. Seeming to spring from nowhere, they gathered in quite a big crowd outside the store and peered through the windows at their betters.

Within, a great gossip was in progress. Especially was the story of Sammy, the White Slave, told and retold, amid uncontrollable laughter.

At dinner-time they adjourned to the kitchen in a body to have a look at the hero or victim of the tale, according to the way you looked at it.

It was considered that Sam did not take the chaffing in very good part, but they had to confess that he fed them adequately.

As soon afterward as riding horses could be secured, the whole party, excepting the traders, rode off around Beaver Bay. The Government land was to be laid off on the other side, and Big Jack and his pals were looking for locations there. As Graves, the chief surveyor, was mounting his horse, Mahooley said to him casually:

”How about freighting your outfit around?”

”Oh, that's all arranged for,” was the answer.

Mahooley shrugged, supposing that the company had secured the contract outside.

When the excitement of the departure died away, Mahooley for the first time perceived a squat little figure in a blanket capote sitting patiently on the platform in front of the store.

”Musq'oosis!” he exclaimed. ”Blest if I didn't overlook you in the shuffle. How did you come?”

”Graves bring me in his boat,” Musq'oosis answered.

”Come on in.”

”I come get trade for my rabbit-skin robe.”

”Sure, what'll you have?”

”W'at you got?”