Part 16 (1/2)

”Precisely!” said Devine. ”That man figures that when I get it he's going to screw a big share of the profits in this mine out of me.”

A portentous sparkle crept into Barbara's eyes, while Mrs. Devine, who knew her husband best, watched him with a little smile.

”But that is infamous extortion!” said the girl.

Devine laughed. ”Well,” he said, ”it's not going to be good business for the man who puts up the game, but I don't quite see why he didn't strike Brooke for a few dollars as well. Men of his kind are like ostriches.

They take in 'most anything.”

He might have said more, but Brooke appeared in the doorway just then and stood still with, so Barbara fancied, a faint trace of disconcertion when he saw the women, until Devine turned to him.

”Come right in,” he said. ”Barbara tells me she has met you, but you haven't seen Mrs. Devine. Mr. Brooke, who is building the new flume for me, Katty.”

There was no avoiding the introduction, nor could Brooke escape with an inclination as he wished to do, for the lady held out her hand to him.

She was older and more matronly than Barbara, but otherwise very like her, and she had the same gracious serenity. Still, Brooke felt his cheeks burn beneath the bronze on them as he shook hands with her. It was one thing to wrest his dollars back from Devine, but, while he cherished that purpose, quite another to be graciously welcomed to his house.

”We are very pleased to see any of Barbara's friends,” she said. ”You apparently hadn't an opportunity of calling upon us in Vancouver?”

Brooke glanced at Barbara, who was not exactly pleased with her sister just then, and met his gaze a trifle coldly. Still, he was sensible of a curious satisfaction, for it was evident that the girl who had been his comrade in the bush had not altogether forgotten him in the city.

”I left the day after Miss Heathcote was kind enough to give me permission,” he said.

He felt that his response might have been amplified, but he was chiefly conscious of a desire to avoid any further civilities then, and because he was quite aware that Barbara was watching him quietly, it was a relief when Devine turned to him.

”We'll get down to business,” he said. ”You brought a plan of the dam along?”

He led the way to the little table at the window, and while Mrs. Devine went on with her sewing and Barbara took up a book again, Brooke unrolled the plan he had made with some difficulty. Then the men discussed it until Devine said, ”You can start in when it pleases you, and my clerk will hand you the dollars as soon as you are through. How long do you figure it will take you?”

”Three or four months,” said Brooke, and looking up saw that the girl's eyes were fixed on him. She turned them away next moment, but he felt that she had heard him and they would be companions that long.

”Well,” said Devine, ”it's quite likely we will be up here part, at least, of the time. Now you'll have to put on more men, and I haven't forgotten what you admitted the day I drove you in to the settlement.

You'll want a good many dollars to pay them.”

”If you will give me a written contract, I dare say I can borrow them from a bank agent or mortgage broker on the strength of it.”

”Oh, yes,” said Devine, drily. ”It's quite likely you can, but he would charge you a percentage that's going to make a big hole in the profit.”

”I'm afraid I haven't any other means of getting the money.”

”Well,” said Devine, ”I rather think you have. In fact, I'll lend it you as the work goes on.”

Brooke felt distinctly uncomfortable and sat silent a moment, for this was the last thing he had desired or expected.

”I have really no claim on you, sir,” he said at length. ”In this province payment is very seldom made until the work is done, and quite often not until a long while afterwards.”

Devine smiled drily. ”I guess that is my business. Now is there any special reason you shouldn't borrow those dollars from me?”

Brooke felt that there was a very good one, but it was one he could not well make plain to Devine. He was troubled by an unpleasant sense of meanness already, and felt that it would be almost insufferable to have a kindness thrust upon him by his companion. He was, though he would not look at her, also sensible that Barbara Heathcote was watching him covertly, and decided that what he and Devine had said had been perfectly audible in the silent room.

”I would, at least, prefer to grapple with the financial difficulty in my own way, sir,” he said.