THE LODE
At daybreak next morning Thirlwell sent the _Metis_ up the lake to make
a _cache_ of the provisions he did not need, and hide the canoes in the
brush. In the meantime, he scattered the ashes of the fire and buried
the empty cans and all the chips he could find. There was another party
in the neighborhood, and he wanted to leave nothing to indicate that the
spot had been recently occupied by a camp. When the men returned the
party set off along the beach, loaded with food and tools. Walking
across the stones and ledges was laborious, but he did not mean to leave
a trail, and kept to the water's edge for some distance before he
plunged into the bush.
After this, their progress was very slow. The small trees grew close
together and in places the ground was covered with rotting trunks and
branches. Moreover the line he took led steadily upwards towards the
break in the range. It did not look very far off when they started, but
dusk was falling and the packers were nearly exhausted when they threw
down their loads at the bottom of the gap. Thirlwell's back ached and
the straps had galled his shoulders, but he noted with some surprise
that Agatha did not look tired. She dropped behind as they toiled up the
last rough stony slope, but she helped to pitch camp. Her movements were
not languid and her eyes were bright.
By and by she took out the worn paper from the tobacco-box and asked
Thirlwell a few questions. He answered rather moodily, and as soon as he
could picked up his blanket and went off to the bed he had made of
twigs. The hollow he had found was sheltered and the twigs were soft,
but it was long before he slept. They were near the spot where Strange
claimed to have seen the ore, and he was now persuaded that they would
find the vein. If the ore carried as much silver as the specimens
indicated, Agatha would be rich. She would go back to the cities, and if
her riches were not to separate them altogether, he must enter her
employment. Somehow he shrank from this.
But the ore might prove poorer than one thought and the mine cost much
to work. He would not admit that he hoped so, since he wanted Agatha to
enjoy all the happiness that wealth could give. Indeed, he did not know
what he hoped; he was physically tired and although he felt strangely
restless his brain was dull. At length his eyes closed and for some
hours he slept brokenly.
Getting up at daybreak, he scrambled along the bottom of the gap until
he could look down on the other side, and presently turned with a start
as he heard a rattle of stones. Agatha, whom he had thought asleep,
advanced with a smile. She looked very fresh, and although he imagined
she was highly strung, her face was calm. For a few moments she said
nothing, but stood close by, gazing fixedly in front.
There was some mist on the low ground, but, for the most part, the tops
of the pines rose above the haze. The sky in the east was getting red,
and here and there one saw gleams of water and the gray backs of rocks.
That was all, for the landscape was blurred to the north, where a vague
gray line hinted at another range.
"The haze is tantalizing," she remarked by and by. "One could not see
when we got here and I have been waiting for the dawn."
"I hoped you slept. We made a long march yesterday."
"Did you sleep?"
"No," said Thirlwell. "Anyhow, not very much."
Agatha smiled. "Yet you haven't been thinking about the lode as I
have--thinking of nothing else for ever so long! Can't you imagine what
it means to feel I am near the place at last?"
"I can imagine it to some extent. If the ore carries as much silver as
we think, you can do what you like when you get your patent; build
laboratories, travel, make friends with clever people. In fact, your
money will buy you anything you want."
"Do you really believe that?" Agatha asked, with a hint of mockery in
her voice. "Do you imagine I have been thinking about the money?"
"I have thought about it," Thirlwell said, and stopped when she gave him
a curious glance. "Of course," he resumed, "there's some satisfaction in
feeling you have finished a difficult job."
"Now you're nearer the mark! But you don't feel in the mood for
philosophizing?"
"I'm often dull before breakfast," Thirlwell replied. "All the same, I'm
glad you're happy. In fact, I'm trying to be sympathetic."
"And you find it hard!"
Thirlwell colored, but looked at her steadily.
"Anyhow, if the thing's possible, I'm going to find the lode for you."
"Yes," she said, without moving her eyes from his face, "I know you'll
try to find it. You're trustworthy; you play a straight game!"
"I cheated once."
"That was when you thought the advantage would be mine. But how far do
you think we will have to go?"
"Perhaps I can tell you when the sun gets up. We may have to search for
three or four days; we may strike the creek to-night."
"Ah," she said, "I hope it will not be three or four days. Now we are
very near, the suspense is keen." Then she smiled. "However, we will go
back and get breakfast, because you must set your brain to work."
It was next morning when they saw the first of Strange's landmarks; and
Thirlwell, taking its bearing with the compass, changed their line of
march. In the evening they climbed a low hill, and when they reached its
top, which rose like an island from a waste of short pine-scrub,
Drummond stopped and, touching Agatha, indicated the ridge across the
valley.
"Look!" he said. "The _hollow rock_!"
A small gray object, dwarfed by the distance, stood out against a smear
of dark green on the crest of the high ground. After studying it for a
few moments Thirlwell nodded.
"Yes; I think he's right."
Drummond turned to Agatha with a sparkle in his eyes. "I quit now, Miss
Strange. You've got there ahead of Stormont; I guess I've made good!"
"You made good when you found the broken range," Agatha replied, giving
him a grateful look, and Drummond's dark face flushed with color as he
turned away.
They lost the rock as they went down hill, but when they made camp the
roar of falling water came faintly across the woods.
"_The creek that runs south_!" said Thirlwell as he lighted the fire.
They started early next morning, but the ground was rough and the sun
was getting low when they came down a rocky hill into a small round
hollow, through which shining water flowed. The opposite slope was in
shadow, but the slanting sunbeams touched a belt of fresh growth that
glowed a vivid green against the somber color of the surrounding trees.
"That," said Thirlwell, "is, no doubt, where the rampikes stood. They've
gone, and young willows have sprung up. Yonder's the low cliff. It looks
as if we had arrived!"
Agatha stopped for a few moments and felt her heart beat. The dream she
had first dreamed long since had come true, but she knew it might not
have done so had she not had Thirlwell's help. In the meantime, the
scene impressed itself upon her brain, so that she could long afterwards
recall it when she wished--the nearly level sunbeams falling across the
trees and turning their bark fiery red, the gleam of water, and the
figures of the men plodding slowly downhill with their loads. Their
faces glowed like polished copper in the searching light, their overalls
were ragged and stained, and one stumbled and lurched wildly down a
slope with a rattle of rolling stones. Then she glanced at Thirlwell,
who stood close by, watching her with a sympathetic smile, though his
pose was rather strained.
"Ah," she said, "you have brought me here! Just now I cannot thank you
as I ought."
"We'll go on," he answered quietly. "I'd like to fire a shot or two
before it's dark, and we'll need some time to drill the holes."
Agatha gave him a quick look. "You are nothing if you're not practical,
but perhaps that's fortunate. One trusts practical people when there are
things that must be done."
The sunshine had faded when they reached the bottom of the hill and the
hollow was shadowy and cool. Thirlwell ordered the men to make camp and
then went with Agatha to the foot of the cliff. The creek that flowed
past the rock ran clear and low, and he got across by jumping from ledge
to ledge. Then, as he scrambled among the boulders towards a spot he had
marked he heard a splash, and looking round saw that Agatha had slipped
into the stream. She waded across, with the water rippling round her
long boots, and when she joined him trembled with suspense.
"You needn't have come over," he said, smiling as he indicated a band of
darker color that seamed the ragged face of the gray stone. "That's all
there is to see! Hardly looks as if it was worth your coming so far to
find it? It was a lucky accident the color caught your father's eye; the
vein's only distinct for a few yards where the frost has brought down
the cliff. I think we'll find it dips."
Agatha noted that his tone was very matter-of-fact, although his face
was set, and thought she had better follow his lead.
"Then the ore must once have outcropped. It's a good example of
denudation."
"Yes; it probably ran out some distance back. You can see how the creek
has cut down the rock, but frost and snow have helped. One can't tell
yet whether the best or worst has been lost; but to begin with, we'll
look for the discovery post."
They found it driven among the gravel; then, climbing a gully, reached
the crest of the rock. Thirlwell led Agatha through the bush by his
compass until he traced a rough oblong, marked by other posts. She
followed him with confused emotions and once or twice her eyes filled
with tears. Her father had driven these stakes; she could imagine the
thrill it gave him to feel that at length his faith and labor were
justified. His confidence had never wavered, although he had borne
mockery and contempt and the gentle ridicule of his anxious wife. Then,
when the prize he toiled for was won and he went back to enjoy it, the
river had swept him away. But after all, love had conquered the angry
flood, for he had left a clue that the rapid could not destroy.
Agatha thought Thirlwell understood something of her feelings, because
he did not talk except when he showed her the posts. When they reached
the last he said, "On the whole, I imagine your father's judgment was
good. In fact, he picked his ground like a mining engineer."
"He had twenty years to brood about the vein at home," Agatha replied.
"Are you surprised that he studied all the books on mining he could
get?"
Thirlwell made an apologetic gesture. "I oughtn't to be surprised: he
was your father, and it's obvious that you have prepared yourself to
carry on his work. Well, I think he has staked off the best of the vein;
at least, his claim covers the part that can best be reached. But you'll
have trouble with the water; it may mean driving a drainage heading and
putting up expensive pumps. The ore may be rich enough to stand the
extra cost, but I can tell you more when I have fired a shot."
They went back to the camp, where the _Metis_ had cooked supper, but
Thirlwell did not eat much and soon returned to the cliff. He took the
white rock-borer, but Agatha did not go with him. She felt chilled by
his quietness. It was now plain that, since her father had marked off
the exposed edge of the inclined lode, Thirlwell must sink a deep shaft
if he wished to reach it farther back. This, however, did not account
for his moodiness; for one thing, he had not expected that they would
find the ore. Besides, he was generous and would want her to have the
best. It would have been a comfort to give him half the claim, but he
would refuse the gift. She had meant to enjoy her triumph with him, but
this satisfaction had gone. It hurt, her to see him disturbed, but she
colored as she resolved that her success should not separate them. If he
was obstinate, something must be risked.
In the meantime, Thirlwell struck the drill his companion held. His face
was damp with sweat and the hammer slipped in his hands, but he did not
miss a stroke. He had promised the girl his help, and when the hole was
sunk he chose the best spot for the next with fastidious care. He meant
to play a straight game, although it would cost him much to let her win.
By and by the miner picked up some of the bits of stone.
"Weight's all right; guess the stuff's carrying heavy metal," he
remarked. "Still, I've seen a lode pinch out. It may be a pocket and the
dirt run poor when you get farther in."
"It's possible," Thirlwell agreed in a dull voice.
The miner gave him a sharp glance. "Looks as if you wouldn't be much
disappointed! Don't you _want_ the dirt to go rich?"
"Let's get on," said Thirlwell. "I want to fire the shot before it's
dark."
"Then watch out for my fingers," the miner rejoined. "When you pound her
as you've been doing I like to see you keep your eye on the drill."
They worked for some time and then Thirlwell sent for Agatha, and
helping her across the creek, held up the ends of two or three fuses and
a match-box.
"It's proper that you should fire the first shot. I've put in a heavy
charge and we'll know something about the ore when we see the stuff the
blast brings down."
Agatha lighted the fuses and they hurried back to the shelter of the
trees, where she stood with her heart beating fast. It was proper that
she should be first to undertake her father's work; Thirlwell's thought
was graceful. She glanced at him, but his brown face was inscrutable,
although his mouth was firm. His quietness jarred; she felt angry and
disappointed, as if she had been robbed of something.
For all that, she thrilled as she watched the faint sparkle of the fuse.
She had won the first battle more easily than she had thought, and had
now begun the next stage of the struggle. She sprang from a pioneering
stock and knew that the shot she fired would break the daunting silence
of the woods for good. If she failed to develop the mine somebody else
would succeed. The lonely hollow would soon be covered with tents and
shacks; men's voices and the rattle of machines would drown the soft
splash of the creek. She was blasting a way for civilization into the
wilderness.
A flash, springing from different spots, leaped across the foot of the
cliff; gray smoke rolled up, and there was a roar that rolled in
confused echoes across the woods. The front of the rock seemed to totter
behind the smoke, great stones splashed in the water, and flying pieces
rattled among the trunks. When the vapor began to clear and she wanted
to run forward Thirlwell put his hand on her arm.
"It won't be safe for some time; you're not used to the fumes," he said.
"If you went there now, you wouldn't be able to get up to-morrow."
She followed him back to the camp, where Drummond and the miner joined
them.
"In the morning I'll go with you to see where we ought to stake the
other claims," he said to the men. "You can, of course, locate where you
like, but this job will need some capital and you want to get the best
frontage you can. That will help us later."
They agreed without much enthusiasm. Now they had reached their object,
a reaction had begun, and Agatha was sensible of a curious flatness. She
knew that Drummond and the rock-borer could do nothing with their
claims except sell them to somebody who could supply the money to
develop the mines; but before they started Thirlwell had outlined a plan
by which the holdings might be consolidated and worked together. The men
had approved and promised to give her what Thirlwell called an option,
if it seemed worth while to do the work required before the patents
would be granted.
When the fumes had cleared they went with him to the cliff and he came
back with a heavy bag. It was dark, but the firelight shone about him as
he poured out the stones he had brought and gave her one or two.
"The stuff looks as good as the specimens we have," he said quietly.
Agatha agreed as she weighed the pieces, but her eyes were fixed on his
face. He looked stern, but forced a smile--
"Your father was not deceived, and what he left unfinished you can make
good. I think you are going to be rich."
"If so, I owe it all to you."
He shook his head. "You might have found the lode without me, but I
expect you're tired and you ought to sleep well to-night. I must begin
at daybreak. The sooner we start back to record the ground we claim, the
better."
"Then good-night," she said quietly, but when she moved away through the
shadow her face was resolute.