Part 6 (2/2)

He rolled himself up in his blanket and lay down among the soft spruce twigs, but Carroll sat still in the darkness and smoked out his pipe.

Then he glanced at his comrade, who lay still, breathing evenly.

”No doubt you'd be considered fortunate,” he said, apostrophizing him half aloud. ”You've had power and responsibility thrust upon you. What will you make of it?”

Then he, too, lay down, and only the soft splash of the tiny ripples broke the silence while the fire sank lower.

They sailed the next morning, and when they arrived in Victoria the boat which crossed the straits had gone, but the breeze was fair from the westward, and, after despatching a telegram, Vane sailed again. The sloop made a quick pa.s.sage, and most of the time her pa.s.sengers lounged in the suns.h.i.+ne on her gently slanted deck. It was evening when they ran through the Narrows into Vancouver's land-locked harbor and saw the roofs of the city rise tier on tier from the water-front. Somber forest crept down to the skirts of it, and across the glistening water black hills ran up into the evening sky, with the blink of towering snow to the north of them.

Half an hour later Vane landed his pa.s.sengers, and it was not until he had left them that they discovered he had thrust a roll of paper currency into the little girl's hand. Then he and Carroll set off for the C.P.R.

hotel, although they were not accustomed to a hostelry of that sort.

CHAPTER IV

A CHANGE OF ENVIRONMENT

On the evening after his arrival in Vancouver, Vane paid a visit to one of his directors; and, in accordance with the invitation, he and Carroll reached the latter's dwelling some little time before the arrival of several other guests, whose acquaintance it was considered advisable he should make. In the business parts of most western cities iron and stone have now replaced the native lumber, but on their outskirts wood is still employed with admirable effect as a building material, and Nairn's house was an example of the judicious use of the latter. It stood on a rise above the inlet; picturesque in outline, with its artistic scroll-work, Its wooden pillars, its lattice shutters and its bal.u.s.traded verandas.

Virgin forest crept up close about it, and there was no fence to the sweep of garden which divided it from the road.

Vane and his companion were ushered into a small room, with an uncovered floor and simple, hardwood furniture. It was obviously a working room, for, as a rule, the work of the western business man goes on continuously except when he is asleep; but a somewhat portly lady with a good-humored face reclined in a rocking chair. A gaunt, elderly man of rugged appearance rose from his seat at a writing-table as his guests entered.

”So ye have come at last,” he said. ”I had ye shown in here, because this room is mine, and I can smoke when I like. The rest of the house is Mrs.

Nairn's, and it seems that her friends do not appreciate the smell of my cigars. I'm no sure that I can blame them.”

Mrs. Nairn smiled placidly.

”Alic,” she explained, ”leaves them lying everywhere, and I do not like the stubs of them on the stairs. But sit ye down and he will give ye one.”

Vane felt at home with both of them. He had met people of their kind before, and, allowing for certain idiosyncrasies, considered them the salt of the Dominion. Nairn had done good service to his adopted country, developing her industries--with some profit to himself, for he was of Scottish extraction; but, while close at a bargain, he could be generous afterward. In the beginning, he had fought sternly for his own hand, and it was supposed that Mrs. Nairn had helped him, not only by sound advice, but by such practical economies as the making of his working clothes.

Those he wore on the evening in question did not fit him well, though they were no longer the work of her capable fingers. When his guests were seated he laid two cigar boxes on the table.

”Those,” he said, pointing to one of them, ”are mine. I think ye had better try the others; they're for visitors.”

Vane had already noticed the aroma of the cigar that was smoldering on a tray and he decided that Nairn was right; so he dipped his hand into the second box, which he pa.s.sed to Carroll.

”Now,” declared Nairn, ”we can talk comfortably. Clara will listen.

Afterwards, it's possible she will favor me with her opinion.”

Mrs. Nairn smiled at them encouragingly, and her husband proceeded.

”One or two of my colleagues were no pleased at ye for putting off the meeting.”

”The sloop was small, and it was blowing rather hard,” Vane explained.

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