"Hallo, my lads!" cried Reed, as he reached terra firma and gazed
around. "I didn't know there was a public-house handy."
"No, no, don't blame the poor lads," said a well-dressed, elderly man,
smiling. "They were alarmed at your long absence, sir, and came on to
me for help. We came round, and picked up these two brave fellows, and
were ready for a search, but, thank heaven, it was a false alarm."
"Oh, that was it?" cried Reed; "then I beg your pardon, my lads, and
thank you, sir, heartily. Whom have I the pleasure of addressing?"
"Major Gurdon, at your service, sir," and there was a swift military
drawing up of the spare figure, the soft dark eyes brightened up, and
the speaker threw back his grey head and gave his long white beard a
shake to settle it upon his breast.
"Mr Reed, I believe, the new engineer of the mine?"
"Yes, sir, but at this present moment more like one of the miners," said
Reed, with a deprecating glance at his besmirched garments. "Excuse me
one moment."
He turned to the men with his hand in his pocket--a hand that did not
come back empty, and the new-comers went off slowly, smiling as Reed
turned now to the Major, who had stepped forward, eager to speak.
"You look thoroughly exhausted," he said quickly. "I live quite a
cottage life out here with my garden and fishing-rod, but if you will
accept my hospitality, such as it is--"
"Really, I could not trouble you--and in this condition," began Reed, as
Sturgess changed colour, and an unpleasant scowl came upon his face.
"You will be conferring a favour, my dear sir," said the Major. "One
does not often have the society of a gentleman out in this wild place;
and," he added laughingly, "the hospitality will embrace soap and water
and a clothes-brush."
"Then I accept willingly," said Reed, holding out his hand, but
withdrawing it directly as he noted its condition, covered with dried
limestone mud, and streaked in two places with blood.
"Nonsense!" said the Major, taking the hand. "I understand these
things, my dear sir. I often go prowling about with a geologist's
hammer, and have gone home like this. Come along. My high tea will be
about ready."
"Well, this is most unexpected," said Reed warmly. "Here, Sturgess, I
shall come over again to-morrow about eleven. Be here with the men, and
you had better bring a couple of lanthorns."
"Hadn't I better come on to put you in the right road?"
"What! Oh, no! I shall manage. That will do." The man turned away
with the look upon his countenance intensifying; but it was not
observed, for Reed walked off in company with his new acquaintance, the
pair chatting away as if they had known each other for years.
"Quite gave me a scare," said the Major. "Life here is so uneventful.
Very beautiful, but lonely, especially in the winter."
"But you do not stay here in the winter?"
"Oh yes; I have lived here ten years now."
"No accounting for taste," thought Reed; and he glanced sidewise at his
companion, but learned nothing. He only saw a quiet-looking country
gentleman, whose sun-browned face told of an open-air life.
Sturgess followed them to the great natural gateway at the end of the
chasm, where he had stood some days before, but not alone; and he now
remained watching them as they went on westward along the narrow path,
and round by the huge buttress formed by the refuse of the mine, carried
and cast down there for hundreds upon hundreds of years. Then as they
passed on out of sight, the man raised one of his fingers to his lips,
and began gnawing roughly at the side of the nail, till he seemed to
make up his mind, and took a step or two forward after them, next
stopped short again, for a hail came from behind.
"Coming on down to the village, Mr Sturgess?"
He turned and faced one of the two men, and nodded, walking away with
him in the other direction, taciturn and strange, answering his
companion in monosyllables, and with his thoughts evidently far away.
Not so very, though, for they were with Clive Reed, and promised him no
good.
"So you have been examining the old `White Virgin' mine, eh?" said Major
Gurdon. "I heard it was sold. A new company, eh?"
"Yes," said Reed, smiling; "a new company--a solid one."
"Eh? I hope so. But if I had to go in for a mining adventure, I think
I should begin here with the material the old miners cast away as
rubbish." He pointed to the great buttress they were skirting. "There
it is, already extracted from the mountain, and though poor, rich
enough, I should say, to pay a company if worked with modern
appliances."
"You understand these things?" said Reed, looking at his elderly
companion searchingly, and noting how deeply lined his brow seemed, and
that care and sorrow more than age had given him his hollow-cheeked,
anxious air.
"A man who likes geology, mineralogy, and who always lives among these
hills, cannot help picking up a little mining lore," said the Major,
with a smile. "I have searched and toiled, my dear sir--much loss and
little gain. I hope yours may prove to be a successful venture."
"Let's hope so," said Reed quietly. "All mining is speculative, and in
speculative matters there must be losses as well as gains."
"And after all, what does it amount to, my young friend? The chase of a
will o' the wisp who bears a golden lamp not worth the winning, you will
say when you grow as old as I. But there, I shall bore you with this
twaddle. What do you say to that for a view? Derbyshire in front;
broad, honest, hardworking old Yorkshire away to your right; at your
feet the Swirl--my river, I call it."
"A lovely prospect, but rather wild," said Reed, smiling.
"Say savage, and you will be nearer the truth; but I can show you
something a little less stern;" and, chatting away pleasantly, he led on
along first one slope and then another, till at last they came down upon
a narrow track beside a rippling stream, shut in between two
perpendicular walls of rock, draped with ivy, and with every cleft and
crevice green and bright with trailing birch, moss, and clustering fern.
The water of the little river ran swiftly babbling here among the rocks,
there swirling round, eddying and forming whirlpools, one of which,
across the river where it washed the perpendicular rock, was evidently
very deep, for the water gradually subsided there and grew still and
glassy, reflecting the ivy-curtained walls as it slowly glided round.
"Ah! this is delightful," cried Reed, as he stopped to gaze at the
glancing waters, where the sun made the ripples dazzling to the eye, and
then turned to the deep shadows. "Eden may have been lovely, but this
would be good enough for a poor commonplace nineteenth-century fellow
like myself."
"You like it?" said the Major, smiling.
"It's glorious. Is there much of it like this?"
"About a mile. I call it my river here, and the mining men respect my
rights generally--that is, unless the trout they catch sight of in some
pool is a very fat one indeed."
He said this with a peculiar smile, as he met Reed's eye.
"Not bad fellows, the miners, but I don't quite take to your guardian of
the mine."
"I suppose not," said Reed. "He is rather a rough customer, but he was
recommended to my father for his knowledge of underground work.--You
have plenty of trout here, I suppose?"
"Oh yes, and I take toll of them all along this stretch of river.
Possession is nine points of the law, but I really have only my right on
one side as far as my bit of property extends."
"Ah! you have an estate along here?"
"Yes, and I am glad to meet my neighbours, sir. My rough piece of
mountain is bounded by the river along here from the corner we just
passed, and on another side by the mine land of your Company--the old
`White Virgin' estate. A worthless stretch of barren rock and ravine;
but I bought it for the sake of this piece of river fifteen years ago.
A place to retire to, my dear sir, suitable for a man weary of the
world, and one of whom the world had had enough."
His face was overcast as he spoke, and he frowned heavily, while Reed
noticed the sad, careworn aspect of the man, who looked as if he had
suffered from some terrible trouble--that which had so deeply lined his
face. But it brightened up again directly, as Reed hung back to admire
the lovely meandering stream.
"You do like it?" said the Major.
"Like it, my dear sir! If I were not a busy man, bound to go on carving
my way, it is just the place where I should like to come and dream away
my days."
"Do you care for fishing?"
"Oh yes."
"Then, as we are neighbours, if you come much to the mine, I shall at
any time be glad to show you a few good places where you can throw a
fly."
"Some day I shall certainly ask you," said Reed frankly; "not often, I
have no time."
"Whenever you like, and you will be welcome, Mr Reed; for--excuse me--I
like you."
"So soon," said Reed, raising his eyebrows.
"The liking of one man for another comes at once, sir, I think, and
seldom errs," said the Major gravely. "You will be welcome if you can
content yourself with cottage fare and our simplicity. This is my
little home."
Reed stopped short astonished, for they had turned a sharp corner of the
rugged wall of rock which towered up, and came suddenly upon a sheltered
nook, which ran from the river-side right up into the mountains. There
was but one level space of about half an acre; the rest was knoll, crag,
mound, and rift, a natural garden full of waving birch, shrubs,
evergreens, and flowers all growing in wild luxuriance, with myrtle,
fuchsia, hydrangea, and geranium, developing into trees more than
plants, showing how sheltered the place must be, how warm and suited to
their lives. There was no ugly fence, but moss and ivy covered walls of
rugged stone, placed here and there as a protection from wandering
sheep, while on the level patch, quaintly built of limestone, thatched,
porched with rugged wood, its windows embayed, and the whole covered
with wistaria, myrtle, and creeping plants, which fought for a hold upon
the walls, stood a cottage, out of whose porch Dinah Gurdon, pale of
face, anxious-looking, and troubled, came slowly down.
"Welcome to the wilderness, Mr Reed," said the Major, smiling sadly, as
he noted the young man's enthusiastic look of admiration; and then
frowning slightly as he saw a wondering look when the figure in white
came toward them from the porch. "My daughter, sir. Dinah, my child, I
bring a guest to partake of our poor hospitality this evening. Don't
look so pale and frightened, my dear. Mr Reed is, I am glad to say, a
deceiver. There was no cause for alarm, and his aspect is only due to a
long journey underground. He is not hurt."
"I--I am very glad," said Dinah, holding out her hand, which was eagerly
taken, and then shrinking as she encountered Clive Reed's eager look.
"The men brought such startling news."
"That we were prepared to turn your bedroom into a cottage hospital, Mr
Reed, and send off twelve miles for a doctor," said the Major, as he saw
his child's large dark eyes sink beneath their visitor's gaze, and a
couple of red spots begin to glow in her pale cheeks. "Now, Dinah, my
child, Mr Reed must be shown to his room, and let's have your colour
back. My daughter is a little unwell, Mr Reed. She was crossing the
mountain the other day, coming back from Bedale, and as she passed over
one of the ragged pieces by your mine, she had an ugly fall."
"Not serious, I hope?" said Reed, with a look of interest, and his
searching eyes once more met those of the pale, intense countenance
before them, eyes so full of shrinking horror and fear, that though he
could not read them, Clive Reed wondered at their expression, as a flow
of crimson suffused the cheeks, rising right up to the forehead, and
then died out, leaving the girl deadly pale.
The Major waited, as if expecting that his child would speak, but as she
remained silent, he said gravely--
"No; she assures me that it was not serious, but she came back looking
horribly startled. It was quite a shock to the system, from which she
has not quite recovered yet. Now, Mr Reed, Martha will show you your
room."
Reed took a step forward, to find Martha, the hardest-looking,
harshest-faced woman of forty he had ever seen, waiting to lead the way.
"A fall," he said, as he stood alone in the prettily furnished bedroom:
"alone in the mountains, and no one by to help. I wish I had been
there--with Janet, too, of course."
Dinah Gurdon was at that moment indulging in similar thoughts--naturally
omitting Janet--and as she stood nearly opposite a glass, she became
aware of her face reflected there, when she turned away with a shiver.