The mouth of the valley had been laid out as the site of a future town, but so far it was occupied by rows of tents and rude wooden shacks7, inhabited by the construction gangs. A large proportion of them were orderly, well-conducted men: industrious9 immigrants who had seized the first opportunity for getting work, small farmers attracted by high wages, skilled artisans. There were, however, some of a rougher type; and the undesirable10 element, was, as usual, well represented. On the whole, the camp was sober, largely because no licenses11 had been issued, though this did not prevent men who came up from other points from bringing liquor in, and the authorities suspected another source of supply.
Kermode had little trouble with his work, which he found profitable, and he rapidly made friends. Among them was a young Presbyterian missionary12 whom he met for the first time on the hillside, engaged on a squared 169 log with a big jack-plane. He wore knee-boots and a threadbare suit of gray, while his hat had suffered from exposure to the weather. Kermode stopped his team near-by and the clergyman looked around.
“If you have a good eye, you might tell me whether this chamfer’s running true,” he said.
“You want a bit off here.” Kermode laid his finger on the spot. “Except for that, it’s good.”
The clergyman sat down and pulled out a tobacco pouch13.
“I’ll attend to it presently, but I feel I’m entitled to a rest. Take a smoke; you’re not paid on time.”
“I’m not sure it would matter if I were.” Kermode’s eyes twinkled as he filled his pipe. “An idea of the kind you suggested doesn’t go far in a construction camp, unless, of course, a foreman happens to be about. However, you made one rash statement, didn’t you?”
“I’m afraid I make a good many,” replied the clergyman good-humoredly. “But you are right. It would be very rash to claim all that one was entitled to; in other words, one’s deserts. You’re Mr. Kermode, I believe; you must know my name is Ferguson.”
Kermode bowed.
“What are you going to do with this log?” he asked.
“It’s to be a door-post in the new church. I wonder if you would be willing to haul it in?”
Kermode said that he would be glad to do so.
“You encourage me to go a little farther,” Ferguson continued. “Building a church is a costly14 proposition.”
“So I should imagine; I can’t speak from experience.” Kermode was generally liberal, and he took out some money. “I think you ought to let me off with this, as I don’t belong to your flock.” 170
“It’s a generous contribution; better than the excuse. There are, I may remind you, many kinds of sheep, and the outward difference is often marked. Since, you’re from the old country, you can take the little Cheviot and the ponderous15 Shropshire as examples. You see the drift of this?”
“That they’re all sheep. I’ve noticed, however, that they wear a good many different brands.”
“Ah, the pity of it! After all, a shepherd has his human weaknesses; perhaps he’s too fond of using his private mark or the stamp of his guild16.”
“That,” Kermode smiled, “is a handsome admission. Anyway, you have no rival in shepherding the boys here; and taking us all round, we need it. But can you raise building funds on the spot?”
“Oh, no! I went to Ontario this summer and spent a month begging from people who have very little to spare. The response was generous—I’ve a carload of shiplap lumber17 coming out; but you may understand how that adds to one’s responsibility.”
“It’s obvious. I suppose you know you’re up against a strong opposition18?”
“That’s true, unfortunately.” The clergyman looked thoughtful. “There’s one group, the Mitcham crowd, who would like to run me out. The fellow’s piling up money by smuggling19 in liquor; he and his friends are depraving the camp. They must be stopped.”
“It’s a big thing for one man to undertake. It may wreck20 your mission.”
Ferguson’s eyes sparkled.
“The risk mustn’t count. One can’t shut one’s eyes to what those fellows are doing. But I want backers; will you give me your support?” 171
“That’s more than I can consistently promise. However, I’ll look on and see you get fair play. If the opposition hit below the belt, I may take a hand in.”
“Thanks,” responded Ferguson, and Kermode went on with his team.
He was favorably impressed by the young missionary and kept the promise he had made, though it now and then involved him in difficulties with his comrades. The carload of lumber duly arrived, and with the help of men who gave their labor21 after their hard day’s work was done, the church was raised by the light of flaring22 blast-lamps which the contractor allowed. By day, Ferguson worked at it alone, and the building steadily23 grew into shape; but as the weather got colder trouble broke out in camp. Men engaged on the higher portions of the line were laid off by snow and frost, and when the cost of their board ran on, their tempers got short. There were dismissals, and as working hours diminished, the gangs were driven harder. Friends began to quarrel over games of chance, and the violence they displayed was often accounted for by indulgence in smuggled24 liquor.
Ferguson, however, was making progress: gaining staunch adherents25 here, tacit sympathizers there, though the opposition saw to it that several had reason to regret their joining him. Kermode took no open part in the struggle, but watched it interestedly.
At length, one nipping morning, he left his tent with a shiver before it was light and busied himself about his horses with a lantern in their rude branch and bark shelter. Winter was beginning in earnest, and a bitter wind had raged all night, covering gorge26 and hillside deep with snow, but this would make his hauling easier 172 when he had broken out a trail. He plowed27 through the snow in the darkness, and the threatening dawn had broken when he came down the hillside with the ends of three or four big logs trailing behind his jumper-sled. The shacks and tents were white in the hollow, over which there floated a haze28 of thin, blue smoke; the rapid creek29 that flowed past them showed in leaden-colored streaks30 among the ice; and somber31 pines rose in harsh distinctness from the hillside.
Then the half-covered frame of the church caught Kermode’s eye. Something was wrong with it. The skeleton tower looked out of the perpendicular32; and on his second glance its inclination33 seemed to have increased. The snow, however, was clogging34 the front of his sled and he set to work to scrape it off. While he was thus engaged there was a sharp, ripping sound, and then a heavy crash, and swinging around he saw that the tower had collapsed36. Where it had stood lay a pile of broken timber, and planks37 and beams were strewn about the snow.
Kermode urged his team downhill, and when a group of men came running up to meet him, he recognized Ferguson some distance in front of them. The man’s face showed how heavy the blow had been.
“It looks bad; I’m very sorry,” said Kermode when they reached the wrecked38 building.
“I’m afraid we can’t get things straight until spring and I don’t know how I’ll raise the money then,” declared Ferguson. “A good deal of the lumber seems destroyed, and I’ve levied39 pretty heavily on every friend I’ve got.” Then he tried to assume a philosophic40 tone. “Well, I suppose this is the result of impatience41; there were spikes42 I didn’t put in because I couldn’t wait for them and some 173 tenons were badly cut. It blew hard last night and there must have been a big weight of snow on the new shingling43.”
“I don’t think you’re right,” Kermode said dryly, and turned to a bridge-carpenter who stood near-by. “What’s your idea?”
“The thrust of what roof they’d got up wouldn’t come on the beams that gave,” rejoined the man. “There’s something here I don’t catch on to.”
“Just so,” said Kermode. “Suppose you take a look at the king-posts and stringers. We’ll clear this fallen lumber out of the way, boys.”
They set to work, and in an hour the sound and damaged timber had been sorted into piles. Then, when the foundations were exposed, Kermode and the carpenter examined a socket45 in which a broken piece of wood remained.
“This has been a blamed bad tenon,” the mechanic remarked. “The shoulders weren’t butted46 home.”
“I’m afraid that’s true; I made it,” Ferguson admitted; but Kermode, laying his finger on the rent wood, looked up at his companion.
“For all that, should it have given way as it has done?”
“I’ll tell you better when we find the beam it belonged to.”
It took them some time; and then the carpenter turned to Ferguson.
“You marked this tenon off before you cut it. Did you run the saw past your line?”
“No,” said Ferguson with a start; “that’s certain. I dressed up to the mark afterward48 with a chisel49.”
The carpenter looked at Kermode meaningly.
“Guess you’re right. See here”—he indicated the 174 broken stump—“there’s a saw-cut running well inside his mark. Now that tenon was a bit too small, anyway, and when they’d notched50 her, she hadn’t wood enough left to hold up the weight.”
There were exclamations51 from the others standing52 round in the snow, but Kermode glanced at Ferguson. His face grew darkly red, but with an effort he controlled his anger.
“Who can have done this thing?” he asked.
“There’s no direct evidence to show, but I’ve my suspicions,” Kermode said. “It’s dangerous to interfere53 with people’s business, particularly when it isn’t quite legitimate54. You must have known you ran a risk.”
“Do you think I should have let that stop me?” Ferguson asked with sparkling eyes.
“That’s a matter of opinion,” Kermode rejoined. “Perhaps you had better wait and think the thing over when you cool off. I’ve some logs to haul in.”
He moved off with his team and went on with his work all day, but when night came he attended, by special invitation, a meeting held in a tent that flapped and strained in the boisterous55 wind. Half a dozen men were present, steady and rather grim toilers with saw and shovel57, and though two or three had been born in Ontario, all were of Scottish extraction. Their hard faces wore a singularly resolute58 expression when Kermode entered.
“Boys,” he said, “before we begin I’d better mention that taking a part in a church assembly is a new thing to me.”
One or two of them frowned at this: his levity59 was not in keeping with the occasion.
“Ye’re here, and we’ll listen to your opinion, if ye hae one,” said their leader. “Jock is for raiding Mitcham’s 175 shack8 and firing him and the other scoundrel out of camp.”
“I see objections. Mitcham has a good many friends, and if he held you off, you’d have made a row for nothing, besides compromising Mr. Ferguson.”
“There’s reason in that,” another remarked.
“Then,” continued Kermode, “you can’t connect Mitcham with the wrecking60 of your church.”
“I’m thinking the connection’s plain enough for us. Weel, we ken——”
“Knowing a thing is not sufficient; you want proof, and if you go ahead without it, you’ll put yourselves in the wrong. This is not the time to alienate61 popular sympathy.”
“Weel,” said the leader, “hae ye a plan?”
Kermode lighted his pipe and after a few moments answered thoughtfully:
“I hear that Mitcham, Long Bill, and Libby will take the trail to-morrow with Bill’s team and sled—he’s laid off work because of the snow. They were away three or four days once or twice before, and when they came back a number of the boys got on a high-class jag and there was trouble in camp. I dare say you can put the things together?”
“Sure,” declared one who had not spoken yet. “Where do we butt47 in?”
“This is my suggestion—half a dozen picked men will meet Mitcham coming home and seize the sled. If its load is what I suspect, somebody will ride off for Sergeant62 Inglis on my horse, and you’ll have a guard ready to bring the sled to camp and hold the liquor until the police arrive. I’m inclined to think you can leave the rest to them.” 176
A harsh smile crept into the faces of the listeners, and their leader nodded gravely.
“We cannot do better. It will work.”
The plan was duly put into execution, and one bitter night Kermode and several others plodded63 up a frozen creek. It had been snowing hard for the last few hours and he could scarcely see his companions through the driving flakes64, while the wail65 of the wind in the pines above drowned the soft sound of their footsteps. Kermode was tired and very cold, and could not have explained clearly what had induced him to accompany the expedition. Adventure, however, always appealed to him, and he was sorry for Ferguson, who had, he thought, been very shabbily treated. Kermode had a fellow-feeling for anybody in difficulties.
After a while the snow ceased and they could dimly see the dark pines climbing the steep banks that shut them in. It was obvious that if Mitcham’s party had entered the deep hollow, they could not well get out of it. The expedition had only to go on or wait until it met them; but Kermode did not envy the man whose duty it would be to ride across the open waste to the lonely post where Sergeant Inglis might be found. Resting, however, was out of the question. They must move to keep from freezing, and though the snow began again, they plodded on, with heads lowered to meet the blast that drove the stinging flakes into their faces.
At length the leader stopped and raised his hand. Standing still, they heard a muffled66 sound that might have been made by the fall of hoofs67 ahead, and they hastily turned toward a clump68 of spruce. The trees concealed69 them and the sound grew nearer, until they could see the dim shapes of men and horses moving 177 through the driving flakes. Then they left cover and spread out across the creek. The team stopped and an angry voice came out of the snow:
“What’s this? What do you want?”
“Yon sled and its load,” the leader concisely70 replied.
“Stand clear!” cried the voice. “Go right ahead, Bill!”
A man sprang forward and seized the near horse’s head.
“Stop where you are!” he cried. “We’re not looking for trouble, but we want the sled!”
Two others ran out from behind the horses, but the leader of the expedition raised his hand.
“It’s six to three, Mitcham, and that’s long odds71. Ye’ll get sled and team when ye claim them in camp. Lift a fist and ye’ll give the boys the excuse they’re wearying for. I’ll ask nothing better.”
Mitcham turned to his companions.
“They’ve got us, boys. Leave them to it,” he said.
“Lead the horses, Kermode,” directed one of the party, and the team moved on again while the leader, walking beside the sled, hastily examined its load. Several small cases lay beneath a tarpaulin72.
What became of Mitcham and his friends did not appear, for they were left behind in the snow; but the night grew wilder and the cold more biting. For minutes together they could see nothing through the cloud of flakes that drove furiously past them; it was hard to urge the tired horses forward through the deeper drifts and all were thankful when they came to reaches which the savage73 wind had swept almost clear. They could not, however, leave the creek without their knowing it, and they had a fringe of willows74, into which they stumbled now and then, 178 as guide. When, at length, the gorge opened out, there was a high ridge44 to be crossed, and they had cause to remember the ascent75. The route led up through belts of brush and between scattered76 pines, and leaving it inadvertently every now and then, they got entangled77 among the scrub. Two of them plodded at the stumbling horses’ heads, four pushed the sled, and at the top of every steeper slope every one stopped and gasped78 for breath. It was now near dawn and they had marched all night after a day of heavy toil56.
The ascent made, they went down the hill at an awkward run, the horses slipping with the sled pressing on them, colliding with small trees, smashing through matted brush, until they heard a hail. It was answered and another body of men appeared and escorted them into camp. Drowsy79 voices called to them and here and there a man looked out as they passed the lines of shacks and tents, but no word was spoken until they reached their leader’s cabin. The cases were carried in and while two of the company took the horses away the others were given hot coffee and afterward sat down to wait for morning. It was very cold and icy draughts80 crept in, but they were undisturbed until daybreak, when there was a cry outside:
“Here’s Mitcham wanting to talk to you!”
A weary man, white with snow, entered and looked eagerly round the shack.
“I’ve come for those cases,” he said, pointing to the pile.
“What right have you to them?” Kermode inquired.
“What right?” cried the other. “They’re my property; I bought them!”
Kermode smiled. 179
“You hear that; you’ll remember it, boys.”
Mitcham’s face grew dark as he saw the trap he had fallen into.
“Anyhow, I want them,” he muttered. “You won’t be wise to keep them.”
“Now see here,” said one of the party. “We have a dozen men round this shack, and if there’s trouble, we have only to call for more. Every boy knows what to do. Strikes me it wouldn’t pay you to bring your hobos along.”
Mitcham looked at the others and saw that they were resolute. His enemies were masters of the situation. Bluster81 and threats would not serve him; but it was Kermode’s amusement which caused him the most uneasiness.
“Well,” he said, “keep them while you can. You’re going to be sorry for this!”
He went out and several of the men broke into a laugh. They had, however, a problem to face later, when they received a sharp message from the foreman demanding their immediate82 return to work. All were willing to lose a day’s pay, but the prompt dismissal which would follow disobedience was a more serious matter.
“The trouble is that if we leave the shack without a guard, Mitcham will steal his liquor back,” declared one.
“I think I had better see Mr. Morgan,” Kermode suggested, and they let him go.
The young engineer he interviewed listened with a thoughtful air to the request that several of the workmen should be given a day’s leave.
“It would be awkward to let these fellows quit,” the engineer protested.
“If you would tell the foreman to send the boys I’ll mention ahead up the track, so they couldn’t get back 180 before evening, and give two of us a day off, it would get over the difficulty.”
When he heard the names the engineer looked hard at Kermode.
“Has this request any connection with the collapse35 of Mr. Ferguson’s church?”
“It has, indirectly83. I’m sorry I can’t give you an explanation.”
“Try to understand how I’m situated84. I may have my sympathies, but I can’t be a partizan; my business is to see you do your work. Suppose I do as you suggest, will it make any trouble in the camp? I want a straight answer.”
“No,” said Kermode. “I give you my word that what we mean to do will lead to quietness and good order.”
“Then I’ll have the boys you mentioned sent up the track; they’re a crowd I’ve had my eye on. One of your friends and you can lie off.”
Kermode thanked him and went back to the shack, where he kept watch with the leader of the Presbyterians until two police troopers rode up late in the afternoon. They opened the cases and heard Kermode’s story.
“You declare the man Mitcham claimed this liquor as his property?” Sergeant Inglis asked.
“He said he’d bought it. We’re ready to swear to that, and we can give you the names of several more who heard him.”
“I’ll take them down. Where’s Mitcham?”
They told him and he closed his notebook.
“You may be sent for from Edmonton later. Don’t let these cases out of your sight until Private Cooper calls for them.”
He went out and came back later with the trooper 181 and a teamster they had hired, who loaded the cases on a sled. Sergeant Inglis, however, sat still in his saddle, with a watchful85 eye on Mitcham and another man who stood, handcuffed, at his horse’s side. When the police had ridden off with their prisoners, Morgan, the engineer, sent for Kermode.
“I’ve seen the sergeant and he gave me an outline of the affair,” he said. “It was cleverly thought out—I suppose the idea was yours?”
“I can’t deny it,” returned Kermode modestly.
“Well,” said the other, “see that your friends and you begin work as usual to-morrow.”
During the next two weeks Ferguson made some progress in repairing the damage to his church. He found several helpers, now that his strongest opponent had been removed. The weather, however, grew more severe and as the frost interfered86 with operations, men were freely dismissed. One day Morgan and the contractor’s clerk sat talking in the latter’s office.
“I’ll have to cut out two or three teams,” he said. “I don’t know whom I ought to fire.”
“Kermode,” Morgan advised promptly87.
The clerk looked surprised.
“Foreman reports him as a pretty good teamster. He strikes me as smart and capable,” he objected.
“He is. In fact, that’s the trouble. I like the man, but you had better get rid of him.”
“You’re giving me a curious reason.”
Morgan smiled.
“I expect our plans for the winter may lead to some trouble with the boys; such work as we can carry on is going to be severe. Now do you think it prudent88 to provide them with a highly intelligent leader?” 182
“Guess you’re right,” the clerk agreed. “He’ll have to go, though I’m sorry to part with him.”
“I’ll send him to another job nearer the coast,” said Morgan.
The next day Kermode was informed of this decision and took it good-humoredly. Before leaving the camp he spent an evening with Ferguson, who expressed keen regret at his departure.
“I have an idea that I may have got you into trouble, and it hurts me,” the minister said.
Kermode laughed in a reassuring89 manner.
“It’s likely that you’re wrong; but I’m not the first man who has found a righteous cause unprofitable.”
“That,” Ferguson returned gravely, “is in one sense very true.”
They sat up late, talking; and the next morning Kermode found means of sending Foster’s horses back, and then resumed his journey.
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