Part 5 (1/2)

It had been Chloe's idea to lay out her ”village,” as she called it, upon a rather elaborate scheme, the plans for which had been drawn by an architect whose clients' tastes ran to million-dollar ”summer cottages”

at Seash.o.r.e-by-the-Sea.

First, there was to be the school itself, an ornate building of crossed rafters and overhanging eaves. Then the dormitories, two long, parallel buildings with halls, individual rooms, and baths--one for the women and one for men--the two to be connected by a common dining-hall in such a manner as to form three sides of a hollow square. Connected to the dining-hall was to be a commodious kitchen, and back of that a fully equipped carpenter-shop and a laundry.

There were also to be a trading-post, where the Indians could purchase supplies at cost; a six-room cottage for the accommodation of Big Lena, Miss Penny, and Chloe; and numerous three-room cabins for the housing of whole families of Indians, which the girl fondly pictured as flocking in from the wilderness to have the errors of their heathenish religion pointed out to them upon a brand-new blackboard, and the discomforts of their nomadic lives a.s.suaged by an introduction to collapsible bath-tubs and the multiplication table. For hers was to be a mission as well as a school. Truly the souls north of sixty were destined to owe her much.

For they borrow cheerfully, and repay--never.

So much for Chloe Elliston's plan. Lapierre, however, had his own eminently more practical, if less Utopian, ideas concerning the erection of a trading-post; for in the quarter-breed's mind the planting of an independent trading-post upon the very threshold of MacNair's wilderness empire was of far greater importance than the establishment of a school, or mission, or any other inst.i.tution--especially when the post was one which he himself had set about to control. The man's eyes gleamed and the thin lips smiled as his glance rested momentarily upon the figure of the girl--the unwitting, and therefore the more powerful, weapon that chance had placed in his hands in his battle against MacNair.

His idea of a post was simplicity itself: One long, log trading-room with an ell for a storehouse, and a room--two at the most--in the rear for the accommodation of the three women. The whole to be erected in the centre of the clearing, and surrounded by a fifteen-foot log stockade.

Boldly he broached his plan.

”But this is _not_ a trading-post!” objected the girl. ”The store is a side issue and is to be conducted merely to permit those who take advantage of my school to obtain the necessities of life at a fair and reasonable price.”

”Your words were well chosen, Miss Elliston. For if you begin to undersell the H.B.C., and more especially the independents, every Indian in the North will proceed to 'take advantage' of your school and of you also.”

”But they are being robbed!”

Lapierre smiled. ”They do not know it; they are used to it. Let me warn you that to tamper with existing trade schedules, except by one experienced in the commerce of the North, is to invite disaster. You will lose money!”

”But you told me that you yourself gave the Indians better bargains than either the Hudson Bay Company or MacNair.”

”I know the North! And you may be a.s.sured the concessions are more nominal than real.”

”Very well, then,” flashed the girl. ”My concessions will be more real than nominal, and of that you may be a.s.sured. If my store pays expenses, well and good!” And by the tone of the girl's voice, and the slight, unconscious out-thrust of her chin, Pierre Lapierre knew that the time was unpropitious for a further discussion of trade principles.

Chloe was speaking again: ”But to return to the buildings----”

Lapierre interrupted her, speaking earnestly: ”My dear Miss Elliston, consider the circ.u.mstances, the limitations.” He tapped lightly the roll of blue-prints the girl held in her hand. ”Those plans were made by a man who had not the slightest knowledge of conditions as they exist here.”

”The buildings are to be very simple.”

”Undoubtedly. But simplicity is relative. A building that would be considered simplicity itself in the States, might well be intricate beyond the possibility of construction here in the wilderness. Do you realize that among our men is not one who can read a blue-print, or has ever seen one? Do you realize that to erect buildings in accordance with these plans would require a force of skilled mechanics under the supervision of a master builder? And do you realize that time is a most important factor in our present undertaking? Who can tell at what moment Brute MacNair may swoop down, upon us like Attila of old, and strike a fatal blow to our little outpost of civilization? And if he finds _me_ here--” His voice trailed into silence and his eyes swept gloomily the northern reach of the river.

Chloe appeared unimpressed. ”I hardly think he will resort to violence.

There is the law--even here in the wilderness. Slow to act, perhaps, because of the inaccessibility of the wild country; but once its machinery is in motion, as unbending and as indomitable as justice itself. You see, I have read of your Mounted Police.”

”The Mounted!” Lapierre laughed. ”Yes--I see you have _read_ of them!

Had you derived your information in a more direct manner--had you lived among them--if you _knew_ them--your childlike trust in them would seem as absurd, perhaps, as it does to me!”

”What do you mean?” cried the girl, regarding the quarter-breed with a searching glance. ”That the men of the Mounted are--that they may be--influenced?”

Again Lapierre laughed--harshly. ”Just that, Miss Elliston! They are--crooked. They may be influenced!”

”I cannot believe that!”

”You will--later.”

”You mean that MacNair has----”

The man interrupted with a wave of his hand. ”What I have told you of MacNair is the truth. I shall prove this to your own satisfaction, at the proper time. Until then, I ask you to believe me. Admitting, then, that I have spoken the truth, do you suppose for an instant that these facts are not known to the Mounted? If not, then the officers are inefficient fools. If they are known, why don't the Mounted remedy matters? Because MacNair is rich! Because he buys them, body and soul!