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Supper had just been finished, and Ingleby was lying, pipe in hand,
beside the creek waiting until Leger should bring another load of
wash-dirt from the mine. The sunlight was still pleasantly warm, the
air filled with the balsamic odours of the pines, and there was a little
smile of unalloyed content in Ingleby's face as he drank them in.
Though he had toiled since morning, those few minutes would be
the only rest he would enjoy until long after darkness closed in, and
once more he indulged in visions of a roseate future as he made the
most of them.
They had washed up each bucket-load as they brought it to the
surface, and the result had made the richness of the mine
increasingly plain. Ingleby was getting accustomed to the fact that
he was now, in all probability, at least, comparatively rich, and
already his brain was occupied with half-formed projects. They did
not include a further course of prospecting, for he had discovered
that placer mines are addicted to playing out with disconcerting
rapidity, and that in case of the deep lodes it is not as a rule the man
who records the claim, but the capitalist or company-jobber, who
takes the profit.
He would go back to civilization and embark on an industrial career,
for there was, he fancied not altogether incorrectly, wealth awaiting
the resolute and enterprising man with sufficient money who was
willing to play his part in laying the foundations of the future
prosperity of that rich land, and he had a young man's faith in his
abilities which was in his case more or less warranted. Then when
he had won a footing he would boldly ask Major Coulthurst for his
daughter's hand. Social distinctions count for little in Western
Canada, and, though the waiting would be hard, there was
consolation in the thought that every bold venture would bring him
so much nearer her. Ingleby was proud, and content to possess his
soul in patience until he had shown that he could hold his own with
his fellows and hew his own way to fortune.
It was, at least, a wholesome resolution, and there was behind it a
vague participation in the belief held by primitive peoples and
proclaimed in courts in the days of chivalry, that man before he
mated should be required to make his manhood plain by deeds
accomplished and pain endured. It was not fitting, he felt, that the
woman should give everything or stoop too far. He must have
something to offer, as well as the ability to lift himself to her level;
and through all there ran the desire of the democratic Englishman
for an opportunity to prove himself at least the equal of those
accounted his betters.
Before Leger reached him with the bucket there was a rustling in the
tall fern behind him, and Tomlinson came out upon the bank of the
creek. He glanced at the little flag above the mine and the pile of
debris at the water's edge, and then took up the pan Ingleby had
laid down and dipped it in the stream. A whirl of it in his practised
hand was enough for him.
"Yes," he said quietly, "I guess you've struck it rich!"
Ingleby laughed and handed him a little bag.
"I almost think we have. Feel that!" he said.
Tomlinson poised the bag in one hand, and then sat down with a
little gesture of assent, for he was not by any means a
demonstrative man.
"Well," he said, "it will make it easier for Hetty, and I'm glad of it.
Slaving away at that bakery isn't the kind of thing for her. It's going
to the opera at Vancouver with the best of them she ought to be
doing. I guess that would suit most young women quite as well as
baking bread; but it's a little rough on me that Hetty Leger would
sooner stay right where she is."
"What do you mean?" asked Ingleby.
"Tom knows," said Tomlinson, ruefully. "I haven't put it quite straight
to Hetty. Just now, anyway, it wouldn't be any good. She's quite
happy holding on to that blame bakery, though what she wants to
do it for is more than I can figure. It can't be the money, because
I've a claim back yonder that's turning out a pile of it every day, and
she could have all she'd any use for."
Ingleby found himself in a position of some perplexity. He could not
well admit that there was any reason why an honest man of
excellent character, such as Tomlinson appeared to be, should not
marry Hetty, and yet the mere probability of this was distasteful to
him. It was, in fact, unpleasant to contemplate the possibility of
Hetty's marrying anybody. He remembered that she had by no
means displayed the satisfaction one would have expected when
they found the gold, and from this it appeared that Tomlinson's
suggestion that she was quite content to continue the bakery was
warranted. It was, however, difficult to discover any reason for this,
and he was still considering the question when Leger came up.
Tomlinson turned to him.
"You kept the thing kind of quiet. Told nobody yet?" he said.
"Only one of the policemen. We were too busy to spend a good deal
of the day coming over to let the boys know, though Ingleby was
thinking of going across to-night. You have a good claim already,
and you can't hold more than one, you know."
Tomlinson nodded. "That's quite right," he said. "It's kind of
unfortunate Sewell isn't here. You don't know where he is?"
"No," said Ingleby. "He has been away for two days looking for a
deer. I suppose anybody pegging off a claim next to ours would
strike gold?"
"It's quite likely. He'd get the colour, sure, but when the creek that
washed the metal out was running it dropped the heavy stuff only
here and there. Anyway, the chances would be good enough, I
figure. What policeman was it you told?"
"Probyn."
Tomlinson's face hardened suddenly. "Oh, yes!" he said. "He's quite
often hanging around here."
It occurred to Ingleby now that the trooper in question had certainly
found occasion to visit their mine or the bakery somewhat
frequently, but just then the lad in question appeared and came up
to them. He disregarded Tomlinson, who showed no sign of
recognizing him, and looked at Ingleby.
"Major Coulthurst would be glad if you and Leger could find it
convenient to see him now," he said.
"What does he want?" asked Leger sharply.
"I don't know," said the trooper. "I'm telling you what he said."
There was a curious silence for a moment or two, and Ingleby felt a
little thrill of apprehension run through him. Then Tomlinson rose
with sudden abruptness.
"I guess you've got to go. I'm coming along," he said.
"The Recorder did not mention you. If he'd been anxious for your
company he probably would have done so," said the trooper drily.
Tomlinson looked at him with a little glint in his eyes, and then laid
his hand on Ingleby's shoulder.
"I've played this game quite a long while, and I guess I know the
pointers 'most as well as anybody," he said.
Ingleby said nothing, but his face became suddenly intent, and,
though the pace they made was fast, he grew feverishly impatient as
they swung along the trail to the Gold Commissioner's office.
Coulthurst was awaiting them when they reached it and glanced at
Tomlinson inquiringly.
"You have some business with me?" he said.
Tomlinson sat down uninvited, with a smile. "Well," he said, "the fact
is, I don't quite know yet. When you've trouble with the Crown folks
in the cities you can take a lawyer along. At this game I'm 'most as
good as one."
Coulthurst made his indifference apparent by a gesture. "I don't
suppose it matters. Will you sit down, Mr. Leger? There's a seat
yonder, Ingleby."
Ingleby sat down, and, with a sinking heart, watched him open a
book. There was a difference in Coulthurst's manner. He was precise
and formal and did not appear quite comfortable. One could almost
have fancied that what he was about to do was distasteful to him.
"You left your claim on or about the twentieth of June, Ingleby," he
said. "You did not return until—"
"Hold on!" said Tomlinson. "You've got to prove that. I guess there's
no reason why you should admit anything, Walter."
Just then there were footsteps outside, and Ingleby looked up
sharply as Esmond came in. He appeared a trifle disconcerted when
he saw what was going on, and turned towards the door again.
"I didn't know you were busy, sir," he said.
"Sit down," and the major's tone was very dry. "I should prefer you
to hear this affair with me. You remember on what day Mr. Ingleby
left his claim?"
Tomlinson nodded. "That's the straight thing, Major," he said. "Keep
him right there. I guess the insect's at the bottom of everything."
"We can dispense with your advice," said Coulthurst, chillingly,
though there was a suggestion of a twinkle in his eyes.
In the meanwhile Ingleby looked at Esmond, and his face was a
trifle pale, though a faint tinge of darker hue showed in the young
officer's cheek. He was apparently not altogether free from
embarrassment. It was Ingleby who spoke.
"I have no doubt Captain Esmond remembers exactly when I left the
claim, sir, and there is nothing to be gained by disputing over a day
or two," he said. "I was away a good deal longer than the seventy-
two hours the law permits."
"Which invalidates your title!" said the major. "You failed to notify me
or claim the privilege which under certain conditions I might have
accorded you."
Ingleby, who had been anxious hitherto, but by no means dismayed,
gasped.
"If I understand the regulations, it would be quite sufficient to leave
another miner to carry on the work on my account. Besides, under
the mineral-claim enactments which I think apply, the title would, in
any case, revert to my partner."
Esmond, who appeared to have recovered his tranquillity, smiled a
little, and there was a curious silence in the room as Coulthurst took
down a book. Ingleby could feel his heart throbbing as he listened to
the sharp rustle of the leaves while the major looked for the clause
he wanted.
"You hold a free miner's certificate, Leger?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," said Leger, and then started visibly, while Ingleby, who
saw his face, closed one hand a trifle as he leaned forward in his
chair.
"You can produce it?" said the major.
Leger dejectedly passed the paper across to him, but Ingleby, who
found the suspense becoming unendurable, turned to him.
"Tom," he said hoarsely, "you didn't neglect to renew it?"
Leger did not seem to remember that anybody else was there. He
smiled wryly and made a little gesture.
"I'm afraid I did," he said. "I hadn't the money when the time came
round. I didn't want you to know that—and I couldn't ask Hetty. We
scarcely expected to find anything, you see. Afterwards, I suppose it
slipped my memory."
Ingleby said nothing, though his face was very grim, and the little
thud of Coulthurst's hand upon the book broke sharply through the
silence.
"Should a free miner neglect to renew his certificate upon expiry all
mineral-claims held by him under it revert to the Crown," he said.
Then he stood up, straight and burly, though his face was a trifle
flushed.
"I'm sorry, Ingleby, but I'm afraid you have thrown away your claim."
Ingleby sat very still for part of a minute with one hand closed
tightly. Then he also rose.
"I can't blame you, sir," he said hoarsely. "I don't think there is
anything to be gained by protesting."
"Well," said Tomlinson, "you're 'way more patient than I would be.
Why did they let you go on working until you had found the gold?"
Ingleby turned and looked at the police officer with a very
unpleasant glint in his eyes. "That," he said, "is a little kindness for
which, I fancy, I am indebted to Captain Esmond."
He would have gone out, but Tomlinson laid a hand upon his arm
and turned to the Recorder.
"Now," he said, "I'm going to do some talking. That claim's
Ingleby's, Major, until you've declared it open, and wiped out his
record."
"Well," said Coulthurst drily, "I am sorry to find myself compelled to
do it. The claim lately held by Walter Ingleby and Thomas Leger,
having reverted to the Crown, is open for relocation. A notice will be
issued to that effect. I may, however, point out—to you—that no free
miner can hold more than one claim in the same vicinity."
"That's all right," said Tomlinson. "The one I've got is quite enough
for me. You have a certificate, Ingleby. Take out a new one, Leger."
Leger drew the little bag from his pocket, but Tomlinson waved it
aside, and threw another down before Coulthurst, glancing at
Esmond as he did so.
"That gold came out of the reverted mine, and they might claim it
wasn't yours. We'll make sure," he said. "There's a man worth
keeping your eye on who has a hand in this deal. More than the
necessary amount there, sir? Let him have his certificate. I'll look in
for the rest any time that suits you."
Coulthurst's eyes twinkled a little as comprehension dawned on him,
and he passed Leger the paper.
"I fancy any advice that prospector Tomlinson desires to give you
would be worth considering," he said.
Tomlinson wasted no further time, but drove Ingleby and Leger
before him out of the room.
"It's rustle now!" he said. "There's nothing to stop either of you
pegging a new claim down on the lead alongside the old one. It's
even chances you strike it quite as rich there. Get your stakes in!"
"Where are you going?" asked Leger.
Tomlinson laughed. "To put the boys on the lead. Still, it's quite likely
that a friend of mine will relocate your old claim a little ahead of
them. He'll be there 'most as soon as the major puts up his notice
that it's open. He may think it worth while to let me in somehow for
telling him."
He set off at a run, and as he disappeared Ingleby and Leger,
leaving the winding trail, went straight through the undergrowth
towards the cañon. Vigorous movement with a definite purpose was
a relief to them, and they were gasping and dripping with
perspiration when at last they stopped beside the sequestrated
claim. Nobody else had reached it, and the bush was very still, but it
was in feverish haste they hewed and drove in certain square-faced
stakes. They were still on the lead, and once more a little hope
sprang up in them.
In the meanwhile Coulthurst sat at his table looking hard at Esmond.
"I hope," he said grimly, "that you are now satisfied."
Esmond met his gaze without embarrassment. "I'm not sure I quite
catch your meaning, sir."
"In that case," said Coulthurst, "it is a trifle difficult to understand
how you came to hold a commission in a service in which one
understands intelligence is necessary. I have carried out the law, but
I don't mind admitting that I do not appreciate being made use of in
this fashion. It is very evident you do not like Ingleby."
Esmond, who made no disclaimer, appeared to reflect for a moment
or two.
"Well," he said, "you have, perhaps, some ground for feeling
aggrieved, sir; but I can't help thinking that I have done nothing that
was unnecessary."
"I am not blaming you for—doing your duty."
"I scarcely think you would be warranted in considering me very
much at fault for going a little beyond it. I admit that it would please
me to see Ingleby driven out of the valley. The fellow's presumption
is almost insufferable."
Coulthurst glanced at him sharply, and his face grew a trifle red.
"Ingleby is very young in comparison with myself, but you were once
good enough to allude to him as a friend of mine, and you certainly
met him at my house as my guest. If there was any particular
meaning in your speech, it would be better to come straight to the
point. I don't like hints."
"I can only offer you my excuses for momentary bad memory, sir.
Absurd as it may seem to you, I'm far from sure that Ingleby is likely
to be content with the status mentioned. A very little reflection
should make the warning clear. In the meanwhile I have a couple of
troopers waiting for me."
He went out, and Coulthurst sat still at his table gazing vacantly in
front of him with his lips unusually firmly set. Then he rose with a
little shake of his shoulders and a gesture of relief.
"The thing is quite out of the question. Grace has too much sense,"
he said.
XVII
TROOPER PROBYN'S MISADVENTURE