Part 24 (1/2)

”Oh, yes,” said Devine, indifferently. ”There's grit in him. A curious kind of man. Wouldn't take a good offer to work for me, and yet he jumped right at those contracts. He's going to find it hard to make them pay his grocery bill. I guess he hasn't told you anything?”

”No,” said Barbara, a trifle hastily, for once more she felt the keen eyes scan her face. ”Of course not. Why should he?”

Devine smiled. ”If you don't know any reason you needn't ask me. You can't make a Britisher talk, anyway, unless he wants to.”

He made a little gesture as though to indicate that the subject was not worth discussing, and then, taking up a bundle of doc.u.ments, turned to her again.

”You see those papers, Bab? They're plans and Crown patents for the mine. I'm going away to-morrow, and can't take them along, so I'll put them under that pile of old books yonder. Now, if I was to tell Katty to make sure the doors were fast she'd get worrying, but you have better nerves, and I'll ask you to see that n.o.body gets in here until I come back again. n.o.body's likely to want to, but I'll put a screw in the window, and give you the key.”

Barbara laughed. ”I shall not be afraid. Are the papers valuable?”

”No,” said Devine, with a trace of dryness. ”Not exactly! In fact, I'm not quite sure they would be worth anything to anybody in a month or two. Still, the man who got hold of them in the meanwhile might fancy he could make trouble for me.”

”How?” said Barbara. ”You said they mightn't be much use to anybody.”

Devine smiled a little, but it was evident that he had considerable confidence in the discretion of his wife's sister.

”I can't explain part of it,” he said. ”When I took hold of the Canopus, it didn't seem likely to pay me for my trouble, and I didn't worry about the patents or how far they covered what I was doing. Now, if you drive beyond the frontage you've made your claim on, it const.i.tutes another mine, which isn't covered by your record and belongs to the Crown. It's open to any jumper who comes along. Besides, unless you do a good many things exactly as the law lays down, your patent mayn't hold good, and any one who knows the regulations can re-record the claim.”

”That means you or the previous owner neglected one or two formalities, and an unscrupulous person who found it out from those papers could take the Canopus, or part of it, away from you?”

Devine smiled grimly. ”Yes,” he said. ”That is, he might try.”

”I understand,” said Barbara. ”Still, there are no strangers here, and I don't think you have a man who would attempt anything of that kind about the mine.”

”Or at the canon?”

Barbara was sensible of a curious little thrill of anger, for Brooke was at the canon, but she looked at him steadily.

”No,” she said. ”I am quite sure that is the last thing one would expect from anybody at the canon, but if we stay here Katty will be wondering what has become of me.”

Devine rose and followed her out of the room, and in another half-hour the ranch was in darkness. He rode away early next morning, and the big, empty living-room seemed lonely to the two women who sat by the window when night drew in again. The evening was very still and clear, and the chill of the snow was in the motionless air. No sound but the distant roar of the river broke the silence, and when the white line of snow grew dimmer high up in the dusky blue, and the pines across the clearing faded to a blur of shadow, Mrs. Devine s.h.i.+vered a little.

”I suppose quietness is good for one, if only because it isn't very nice, but it gets a trifle depressing now and then,” she said. ”Why didn't you ask Mr. Brooke to come across?”

”You may have noticed that he never comes when my brother-in-law is not here, and then he brings drawings or estimates of some kind with him.”

Mrs. Devine appeared reflective. ”Grant has not been away for almost two weeks now, and it is quite that time since we have seen Mr. Brooke,” she said. ”Didn't we ask him to come when you had Minnie here?”

”You did,” said Barbara, with a faint flush, which the shadows hid. ”He asked me to excuse him.”

”Because Grant was away?”

”No,” said Barbara, drily. ”That, at least, was not the reason he gave me. He said he was--too tired.”

Mrs. Devine laughed, for she had noticed the hardness in her sister's voice.

”It really must have been exasperating. He should have thought of a better excuse,” she said. ”You have only to hold up a finger at Vancouver, and they all flock round, eager to do a good deal more than you wish them to, while this flume-builder doesn't seem to understand what is implied by a royal invitation. No doubt you will find a way of making him realize his contumacy.”