Part 53 (1/2)

”I think not,” answered Carroll, smiling. ”For one thing, if I sit still much longer, I shall, no doubt, go to sleep again, as I did at Nairn's; and that would be neither seemly nor convenient, if I'm to sail this evening. Besides, now that we've arranged an armistice, it might be wiser not to put too much strain on it.”

”An armistice?”

”I think that describes it.” Carroll's manner grew significant. ”The word implies a cessation of hostilities--on certain terms.”

Jessy could take a hint, and his meaning was clear. Unless she forced him to do so, he would not betray her to his comrade, who might never discover the part she had played; but he had given her a warning, which might be bluntly rendered as ”Hands off.” There was only one course open to her--to respect it. She had brought down the man she loved, but it was clear that he was not for her, and now that the unreasoning fury which had driven her to strike had pa.s.sed, she was troubled with contrition.

There was nothing left except to retire from the field, and it was better to do so gracefully. For all that, there were signs of strain in her expression as she capitulated.

”Well,” she said, ”I have given you proof that you have nothing to fear from me. My brother is the only man in Vancouver who could have got you that tug for this evening; I understand that the sawmill people are very much in need of the lumber she was engaged to tow.”

She held out her hand and Carroll took it, though he had not expected to part from her on friendly terms.

”I owe you a good deal for that,” he smiled.

His task, however, was only half completed when he left the house, and the remaining portion was the more difficult, but he meant to finish it.

He preferred to take life lightly; he had trifled with it before disaster had driven him out into the wilds; but there was resolution in the man, and he could force himself to play an unpleasant part when it was needful. Fortune also favored him, as she often does those who follow the boldest course.

He had entered a busy street when he met Kitty and Celia. The latter looked thin and somewhat pale, but she was moving briskly, and her face was eager when she shook hands with him.

”We have been anxious about you,” she declared; ”there was no news. Is Mr. Vane with you? How have you got on?”

”We found the spruce,” answered Carroll. ”It's not worth milling--a forest fire has wiped out most of it--but we struck some s.h.i.+ngling cedar we may make something of.”

”Where's Mr. Vane?”

”In the bush. I've a good deal to tell you about him; but we can't talk here. I wonder if we could find a quiet place in a restaurant, or if the park would be better.”

”The park,” said Kitty decidedly.

They reached it in due time, and Carroll, who had refused to say anything about Vane on the way, found the girls a seat in a grove of giant firs and sat down opposite to them. Though it was winter, the day, as is often the case near Vancouver, was pleasantly mild.

”Now,” he began, ”my partner is a singularly unfortunate person. In the first place, the transfer of the Clermont property, which you have no doubt heard of, means a serious loss to him, though he is not ruined yet.

He talks of putting up a s.h.i.+ngling mill, in which Drayton will be of service, and if things turn out satisfactorily you will be given an interest in it.”

He added the last sentence as an experiment, and was satisfied with the result.

”Never mind our interests,” cried Kitty. ”What about Mr. Vane?”

For the third time since his arrival, Carroll made the strongest appeal he could to womanly pity, drawing, with a purpose, a vivid picture of his comrade's peril and suffering. Nor was he disappointed, for he saw consternation, compa.s.sion and sympathy in the girls' faces. So far, the thing had been easy, but now he hesitated, and it was with difficulty that he nerved himself for what must follow.

”He has been beaten out of his stock in the mine; he's broken down in health and in danger; but, by comparison, that doesn't count for very much with him. He has another trouble; and though I'm afraid I'm going out of the way in mentioning it, if it could be got over, it would help him to face the future and set him on his feet again.”

Then he briefly recounted the story of Vane's regard for Evelyn, making the most of his sacrifice in withdrawing from the field, and again he realized that he had acted wisely. A love affair appealed to his listeners, and there was a romance in this one that heightened the effect of it.

”But Miss Chisholm can't mean to turn from him now,” interrupted Celia.

Carroll looked at her meaningly.

”No; she turned from him before he sailed. She heard something about him.”