In addition to this, other offenses6 were hinted at; the doings of an organized gang of desperadoes and their accomplices8 were detailed9, and facts were brought to light which made the withdrawal10 of the Sachem license11 inevitable12. The defense13 took strong exception to this mode of procedure, pointing out that the court was only concerned with a specified14 offense7, and that it was not permissible15 to drag in extraneous16 and largely supposititious matter. During the sweltering days the trial lasted, there were brisk encounters between the lawyers, and several points the prosecution17 sought to prove were ruled irrelevant18. As a climax19, came George's story, which caused a sensation, though the close-packed assembly felt that he scarcely did justice to his theme.
In concluding, the Crown prosecutor pointed20 out how rapidly the outbreaks of turbulent lawlessness had spread. They were all, he contended, connected with and leading up to the last outrage21, of which the men before him were accused. It was obvious that this unruliness must be sternly stamped out before it spread farther, and if the court agreed with him that the charge was fully22 proved, he must press for a drastic and deterrent23 penalty.
The odds24 were heavily against the defense from the beginning. The credibility of Flett's witnesses could not be assailed25, and cross-examination only threw a more favorable light upon their character. Inside the court, and out of it as the newspapers circulated, Grant stood revealed as a fearless citizen, with a stern sense of his duty to the community; George, somewhat to his annoyance26, as a more romantic personage of the same description, and Hardie, who had been brought in to prove certain points against which the defense protested, as one who had fought and suffered in a righteous cause.
In the end, the three prisoners were convicted, and when the court broke up the police applied27 for several fresh warrants, which were issued.
As George was walking toward his hotel, he met Flett, to whom he had not spoken since they separated in the bluff29.
"I was waiting for you," said the constable30. "I'm sorry we'll have to call you up again as soon as the rustler31's leg is better. He's in the guard-room, and the boys got one of the other fellows; but we can talk about it on the train. I'm going back to my post."
George arranged to meet him, and they were sitting in a roomy smoking compartment34 as the big express sped across wide gray levels and past vast stretches of ripening35 grain, when the next allusion36 was made to the matter.
"I suppose you'll be sergeant37 shortly," George remarked.
"Corporal comes first," said Flett. "They stick to the regular rotation38."
"That's true, but they seem to use some discretion39 in exceptional cases. I hardly think you'll remain a corporal."
Flett's eyes twinkled.
"I did get something that sounded like a hint. I'll confess that I felt like whooping40 after it."
"You have deserved all you'll get," George declared.
They spent the night at a junction41, where Flett had some business, and it was the next evening when the local train ran into Sage42 Butte. The platform was crowded and as George and Flett alighted, there was a cheer and, somewhat to their astonishment, the reeve of the town advanced to meet them.
"I'm here to welcome you in the name of the citizens of the Butte," he said. "We have to request the favor of your company at supper at the Queen's."
"It's an honor," George responded. "I'm sensible of it; but, you see, I'm in a hurry to get back to work and I wired for a team. My harvest should have been started a week ago."
"Don't you worry 'bout33 that," said the reeve. "It wasn't our wish that you should suffer through discharging your duty, and we made a few arrangements. Four binders43 have been working steady in your oats, and if you don't like the way we have fixed44 things, you can alter them to-morrow."
Then West touched George's arm.
"You'll have to come. They've got two other victims—Hardie and
Grant—and the supper's ready."
The reeve looked at him in stern rebuke45.
"That isn't the way to speak of this function, Percy. If you feel like a victim, you can drop right out."
George was touched by the man's intimation. He expressed his satisfaction, and the whole assembly escorted him to the hotel. There he and Grant and Hardie were seated at the top of a long table near the reeve, who made a short opening speech.
"Business first, and then the supper, boys," he said. "Corporal Flett can't come; his bosses wouldn't approve of it; but I'll see it put in the Sentinel that he was asked, and we won't mind if that has some effect on them. There's another thing—out of deference46 to Mr. Hardie and the change in opinion he has ably led—you'll only get tea and coffee at this entertainment. Those who haven't signed his book, must hold out until it's over."
An excellent meal had been finished when he got up again, with three illuminated47 strips of parchment in his hand.
"I'll be brief, but there's something to be said. Our guests have set us an example which won't be lost. They saw the danger of letting things drift; one of them warned us plainly, although to do so needed grit48, and some of us rounded on him, and if the others didn't talk, it was because that wasn't their end of the job. They knew their duty to the country and they did it, though it cost them something. We owe it to them that the police have smashed the rustler gang, and that from now on no small homesteader can be bluffed49 or tempted50 into doing what's sure to bring him into trouble, and no man with a big farm need fear to let his cattle run. What's more, instead of a haunt of toughs and hobos, we're going to have a quiet and prosperous town. I'm now proud that it's my duty to hand our guests the assurance of our grateful appreciation51. Corporal Flett's will be sent on to him."
He handed them the parchments, and George felt inclined to blush as he glanced at the decorated words of eulogy52; while a half-ironical twinkle crept into Grant's eyes. Then Hardie rose to reply, and faltered53 once or twice with a sob54 of emotion in his voice, for the testimonial had a deeper significance to him than it had to the others. His audience, however, encouraged him, and there was a roar of applause when he sat down. Soon after that the gathering55 broke up.
George went to the parlor56, which served as writing-room, and found Flora57 there. She smiled as she noticed the end of the parchment sticking out of his pocket.
"I dare say you're relieved that the ceremony's over," she said.
"It was a little trying," George confessed. "I was badly afraid I'd have to make a speech, but luckily we had Hardie, who was equal to the task."
"After all, you needn't be ashamed of the testimonial. I really think you deserved it, and I suppose I must congratulate you on the fortunate end of your dramatic adventures."
George stood looking at her. He was somewhat puzzled, for there was a hint of light mockery in her voice.
"I'll excuse you if you feel that it requires an effort," he said.
"Oh, you have had so much applause that mine can hardly count."
"You ought to know that it's my friends' good opinion I really value."
Flora changed the subject.
"You will be driving out in the morning?"
"I'm starting as soon as Edgar has the team ready. There's a good moon and I must get to work the first thing to-morrow."
The girl's face hardened.
"You seem desperately58 anxious about your crop."
"I think that's natural. There's a good deal to be done and I've lost some time. I came in to write a note before I see what Edgar's doing."
"Then I mustn't disturb you, and it's time I went over to Mrs. Nelson's—she expects me to stay the night. I was merely waiting for a word with my father." She stopped George, who had meant to accompany her. "No, you needn't come—it's only a few blocks away. Get your note written."
Seeing that she did not desire his escort, George let her go; but he frowned as he sat down and took out some paper. Soon afterward59 Edgar came in, and they drove off in a few more minutes.
"Did you see Miss Grant?" Edgar asked when they were jolting60 down the rutted trail.
"I did," George said shortly.
"You seem disturbed about it."
"I was a little perplexed," George owned. "There was something that struck me as different in her manner. It may have been imagination, but I felt she wasn't exactly pleased with me. I can't understand how I have offended her."
"No," said Edgar. "It would have been remarkable61 if you had done so. I suppose you told her you couldn't rest until you got to work at the harvest?"
"I believe I said something of the kind. What has that to do with it?"
"It isn't very obvious. Perhaps she felt tired or moody62; it has been a blazing hot day. There's every sign of its being the same to-morrow. I suppose you'll make a start after breakfast?"
"I'll make a start as soon as it's daylight," George told him.
He kept his word, and for the next few weeks toiled63 with determined64 energy among the tall white oats and the coppery ears of wheat. It was fiercely hot, but from sunrise until the light failed, the plodding65 teams and clinking binders moved round the lessening66 squares of grain, and ranks of splendid sheaves lengthened67 fast behind them. The nights were getting sharp, the dawns were cold and clear, and George rose each morning, aching in every limb, but with a keen sense of satisfaction. Each day's work added to the store of money he would shortly hand to Sylvia. He saw little of Flora, but when they met by chance, as happened once or twice, he was still conscious of something subtly unfamiliar68 in her manner. He felt they were no longer on the old confidential69 footing; a stronger barrier of reserve had risen between them.
Before the last sheaves were stacked, the days were growing cool. The fresh western breezes had died away, and a faint ethereal haze70 and a deep stillness had fallen upon the prairie. It was rudely broken when the thrashers arrived and from early morning the clatter71 of the engine filled the air with sound. Loaded wagons73 crashed through the stubble, the voices of dusty men mingled74 with the rustle32 of the sheaves, and a long trail of sooty smoke stained the soft blue of the sky.
This work was finished in turn, and day by day the wagons, loaded high with bags of grain, rolled slowly across the broad white levels toward the elevators. Many a tense effort was needed to get them to their destination, for the trails were dry and loose; but markets were strong, and George had decided75 to haul in all the big crop. Sometimes, though the nights were frosty, he slept beside his jaded76 team in the shelter of a bluff; sometimes he spent a day he grudged77 laying straw on a road; rest for more than three or four hours was unknown to him, and meals were snatched at irregular intervals78 when matters of more importance were less pressing. For all that, he was uniformly cheerful; the work brought him the greatest pleasure he had known, and he had grown fond of the wide, open land, in which he had once looked forward to dwelling79 with misgivings80. The freedom of its vast spaces, its clear air and its bright sunshine, appealed to him, and he began to realize that he would be sorry to leave it, which he must shortly do. Sylvia, it was a pity, could not live in western Canada.
At length, on a frosty evening, he saw the last load vanish into the dusty elevator, and a curious feeling of regret crept over him. It was very doubtful if he would haul in another harvest, and he wondered whether the time would now and then hang heavily on his hands in England. There was a roar of machinery81 above him in the tail building that cut sharply against the sky; below, long rows of wagons stood waiting their turn, and the voices of the teamsters, bantering82 one another, struck cheerfully on his ears. Side-track and little station were bathed in dazzling electric glare, two locomotives were pushing in wheat cars, and lights had begun to glimmer83 in the wooden houses of the Butte, though all round there was the vast sweep of prairie.
There was a touch of rawness in the picture, a hint of incompleteness, with a promise of much to come. Sage Butte was, perhaps, a trifle barbarous; but its crude frame buildings would some day give place to more imposing84 piles of concrete and steel. Its inhabitants were passing through a transition stage, showing signs at times of the primitive85 strain, but, as a rule, reaching out eagerly toward what was new and better. They would make swift progress, and even now he liked the strenuous86, optimistic, and somewhat rugged87 life they led; he reflected that he would find things different in sheltered England.
After giving Grierson a few instructions, George turned away. His work was done; instead of driving home through the sharp cold of the night, he was to spend it comfortably at the hotel.
A week later, he and West drove over to the Grant homestead and found only its owner in the general-room. Grant listened with a rather curious expression when George told him that he was starting for England the following day; and then they quietly talked over the arrangements that had been made for carrying on the farm until Edgar's return, for George's future movements were uncertain. Edgar, however, was sensible of a constraint88 in the farmer's manner, which was presently felt by George, and the conversation was languishing89 when Flora came in. Shortly afterward George said that they must go and Flora strolled toward the fence with him while the team was being harnessed.
"So you are leaving us to-morrow and may not come back?" she said, in an indifferent tone.
"I can't tell what I shall do until I get to England."
Flora glanced at him with a composure that cost her an effort. She supposed his decision would turn upon Mrs. Marston's attitude, but she knew Sylvia well, and had a suspicion that there was a disappointment in store for Lansing. Edgar had explained that he was not rich, and he was not the kind of man Sylvia was likely to regard with favor.
"Well," she said lightly, "when I came in, you really didn't look as cheerful as one might have expected. Are you sorry you are going away?"
"It's a good deal harder than I thought. The prairie seems to have got hold of me; I have good friends here."
"Haven't you plenty in England?"
"Acquaintances; only a few friends. I can't help regretting those I must leave behind. In fact"—he spoke28 impulsively90, expressing a thought that had haunted him—"it would be a relief if I knew I should come back again."
"After all, this is a hard country and we're a rather primitive people."
"You're reliable! Staunch friends, determined enemies; and even among the latter I found a kind of sporting feeling which made it a little easier for one to forget one's injuries." He glanced at the prairie which stretched away, white and silent, in the clear evening light. "It's irrational91 in a way, but I'd be glad to feel I was going to work as usual to-morrow."
"I suppose you could do so, if you really wanted to," Flora suggested.
George turned and looked fixedly92 at her, while a mad idea crept into his mind. She was very alluring93; he thought he knew her nature, which was altogether wholesome94, and it flashed upon him that many of the excellent qualities she possessed95 were lacking in Sylvia. Then he loyally drove out the temptation, wondering that it had assailed him, though he was still clearly conscious of his companion's attractiveness.
"No," he said in a somewhat strained voice; "I hardly think that's possible. I must go back."
Flora smiled, though it was difficult. She half believed she could shake the man's devotion to her rival, but she was too proud to try. If he came to her, he must come willingly, and not because she had exerted her utmost power to draw him.
"Well," she responded, "one could consider the reluctant way you spoke the last few words as flattering. I suppose it's a compliment to Canada?"
He failed to understand the light touch of mocking amusement in her tone; it had not dawned on him that this was her defense.
"It's a compliment to the Canadians, though my appreciation can't be worth very much. But I don't feel in a mood to joke. In fact, there's a feeling of depression abroad to-night; even your father seems affected96. I'd expected a pleasant talk with him, but we were very dull."
"What made you think he was less cheerful than usual?" Flora cast a quick and rather startled glance at him.
"I don't know, but something seemed wrong. Edgar's the only one who looks undisturbed, and if he talks much going home, he'll get on my nerves."
"It's hardly fair to blame him for a depression that's your fault," said Flora. "You deserve to feel it, since you will go away."
Then Edgar came up with the wagon72 and George took Flora's hands.
"I shall think of you often," he told her. "It will always be with pleasure. Now and then you might, perhaps, spare a thought for me."
"I think I can promise that," Flora replied quietly.
Then he shook hands with Grant and got into the wagon. Edgar cracked the whip and the team plunged97 forward. With a violent jolting and a rattle98 of wheels they left the farm behind and drove out on to the prairie. Flora stood watching them for a while; and then walked back to the house in the gathering dusk with her face set hard and a pain at her heart.
Grant was sitting on the stoop, filling his pipe, but when she joined him he paused in his occupation and pointed toward the plain. The wagon was scarcely discernible, but a rhythmic99 beat of hoofs100 still came back through the stillness.
"I like that man, but he's a blamed fool," he remarked.
Strong bitterness was mingled with the regret in his voice, and Flora started. She was glad that the light was too dim for him to see her clearly.
"I wonder what makes you say that?"
"For one thing, he might have done well here." Flora suspected that her father was not expressing all he had meant. "He's the kind of man we want; and now he's going back to fool his life away, slouching round playing games and talking to idle people, in the old country. Guess some girl over there has got a hold on him." Then his indignation flamed out unchecked. "I never could stand those Percy women, anyway; saw a bunch of them, all dress and airs, when I was last in Winnipeg. One was standing101 outside a ticket-office at Portage, studying the people through an eyeglass on an ivory stick, as if they were some strange savages102, and making remarks about them to her friends, though I guess there isn't a young woman in the city with nerve enough to wear the clothes she had on. It makes a sensible man mighty103 tired to hear those creatures talk."
Flora laughed, rather drearily104, though she guessed with some uneasiness the cause of her father's outbreak. It appeared injudicious to offer him any encouragement.
"After all, one must be fair," she said. "I met some very nice people in the old country."
He turned to her abruptly105.
"Do you know who has taken Lansing back?" he asked.
"I believe, from something West said, it is Mrs. Marston."
"That trash!" Grant's sharp cry expressed incredulity. "The man can't have any sense! He's going to be sorry all the time if he gets her."
Then he knocked out his pipe, as if he were too indignant to smoke, and went into the house.
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