Before the thought was completed he heard the sound of a snapping stick, and knew that she had returned. He smiled with relief and waited for her appearance, but a few minutes passed before she entered the tent, bearing in her hand a tin cup. He looked at her inquiringly.
"What have you there, Miss Yardely?"
"Balsam," was the reply, "for the cut upon your head. It is rather a bad one, and balsam is good for healing."
"But where did you get it?"
"From I forget how many trees. There are quite a number of them hereabouts."
"I didn't know you knew so much of wood lore," he said smilingly.
"I don't," she retorted, quickly. "I am very ignorant of the things that really matter up here. I suppose that balsam would have been the very first thing an Indian girl would have thought of, and would have searched for and applied1 at once, but I only thought of it this morning. You see one of my uncle's men had a little accident, and an Indian went out to gather the gum. I happened to see him pricking2 the blisters3 on the trees and gathering4 the gum in a dish and I inquired why he was doing it. He explained to me, and this morning when I saw the cut, it suddenly came to me that if I could find balsam in the neighbourhood it would be helpful. And here it is, and now with your permission I will apply it."
"I wonder I never thought of it myself," he answered with a smile. "It is a very healing ungent. Apply to your heart's content, Miss Yardely."
Deftly6, with gentle fingers, the girl applied the balsam and then bound the wound with a strip of linen7 torn from a handkerchief. When the operation was finished, still kneeling beside him, she leaned back on her heels to survey the result.
"It looks quite professional," she said; "there isn't an Indian girl in the North could have done it better."
"There isn't one who could have done it half as well," he answered with a laugh.
"Are you sure?" she asked quickly. "How about Miskodeed?"
"Miskodeed?" he looked at her wonderingly.
"Yes, that beautiful Indian girl I saw you talking with up at Fort Malsun."
Stane laughed easily. "I know nothing whatever about her capacity as a healer," he said. "I have only spoken to her on two occasions, and on neither of them did we discuss wounds or the healing of them."
"Then——" she began, and broke off in sudden confusion.
He looked at her in some surprise. There was a look on her face that he could not understand, a look of mingled10 gladness and relief.
"Yes?" he asked inquiringly. "You were about to say—what?"
"I was about to say the girl was a comparative stranger to you!"
"Quite correct," he replied. "Though she proved herself a friend on the night I was kidnapped, for I saw her running through the bushes towards my tent, and she cried out to warn me, just as I was struck."
"If she knew that you were to be attacked she ought to have warned you before," commented Helen severely11.
"Perhaps she had only just made the discovery or possibly she had not been able to find an opportunity."
"She ought to have made one," was the answer in uncompromising tones. "Any proper-spirited girl would have done."
Stane did not pursue the argument, and a moment later his companion asked: "Do you think her pretty?"
"That is hardly the word for Miskodeed," answered Stane. "'Pretty' has an ineffective sort of sound, and doesn't describe her quality. She is beautiful with the wild beauty of the wilds. I never saw an Indian girl approaching her before."
"Wild? Yes," she said disparagingly12. "That is the word. She is just a savage13, with, I suppose, a savage's mind. Her beauty is—well, the beauty of the wilds as you say. It is barbaric. There are other forms of beauty that——"
"Yes," he answered gaily16. "That is true. And I think that, however beautiful Miskodeed may be, or others like her, their beauty cannot compare with that of English women."
"You think that?" she cried, and then laughed with sudden gaiety as she rose to her feet. "But this is not a debating class, and I've work to do—a house to build, a meal to cook—a hundred tasks appealing to an amateur. I must go, Mr. Stane, and if you are a wise man you will sleep."
She left the tent immediately, and as he lay there thinking over the conversation, Stane caught the sound of her voice. She was singing again. He gave a little smile at her sudden gaiety. Evidently she had recovered from the mood of the early morning, and as he listened to the song, his eyes glowed with admiration17. She was, he told himself, in unstinted praise, a girl of a thousand, accepting a rather desperate situation with light heart; and facing the difficulties of it with a courage altogether admirable. She was no helpless bread-and-butter miss to fall into despair when jerked out of her accustomed groove18. Thank Heaven for that! As he looked down at his injured leg he shuddered19 to think what would have been the situation if she had been, for he knew that for the time being he was completely in her hands; and rejoiced that they were hands so evidently capable.
Then he fell to thinking over the situation. They would be tied down where they were for some weeks, and if care was not exercised the problem of food would grow acute. He must warn her to ration8 the food and to eke20 it out. His thought was interrupted by her appearance at the tent door. She held in her hand a fishing line that he had purchased at the Post and a packet of hooks.
"I go a-fishing," she cried gaily. "Wish me luck?"
"Good hunting!" he laughed back. "I hope there is fish in the stream."
"That is fortunate," he said quietly. "You know, Miss Yardely, we may have to depend on fin5 and feather for food. The stores I brought were only meant to last until I could deliver you to your uncle. We shall have to economize22."
"I have thought of that," she said with a little nod. "I have been carefully through the provisions. But we will make them last, never fear! You don't know what a Diana I am." She smiled again, and withdrew, and an hour later returned with a string of fish which she exhibited with pride. "The water is full of them," she said. "And I've discovered something. A little way from here the stream empties into a small lake which simply swarms23 with wild fowl24. There is no fear of us starving!"
"Can you shoot?" he inquired.
"I have killed driven grouse25 in Scotland," she answered with a smile. "But I suppose ammunition26 is valuable up here, and I'm going to try the poacher's way."
"The poacher's way?"
"Yes. Snares27! There is a roll of copper29 wire in your pack. I've watched a warrener at home making rabbit snares, and as there's no particular mystery about the art, and those birds are so unsophisticated, I shall be sure to get some. You see if I don't. But first I must build my house. The open sky is all very well, but it might come on to rain, and then the roofless caravanserai would not be very comfortable. It is a good thing we brought an ax along."
She turned away, and after perhaps half an hour he caught the sound of an ax at work in the wood a little way from the tent. The sound reached him intermittently30 for some time, and then ceased; and after a few minutes there came a further sound of burdened steps, followed by that of poles tossed on the ground close to the tent. Then the girl looked in on him. Her face was flushed with her exertions31, her forehead was bedewed with a fine sweat, her hair was tumbled and awry32, and he noticed instantly that she had changed her torn blouse and skirt for the clothing which his foresight33 had burdened her pack with. The grey flannel34 shirt was a little open at the neck, revealing the beautiful roundness of her throat, the sleeves of it were rolled up above the elbows after the work-man-like fashion of a lumberman, and showed a pair of forearms, white and strong. His eyes kindled35 as he looked on her.
She was radiantly beautiful and strong, he thought to himself, a fit mate for any man who loved strength and beauty in a woman, rather than prettiness and softness, and his admiration found sudden vent36 in words.
"Miss Yardely, you are wonderful!"
The colour in her face deepened suddenly, and there was a quick brightening in her grey eyes.
"You think so?" she cried laughing in some confusion.
"Why?" she demanded.
"Well," he replied quickly, and not uttering what had been in her mind, "you adapt yourself to difficult circumstances so easily. I don't know another girl in the world who would so cheerfully do what you are doing."
"Oh," she retorted gaily, "needs must when the devil drives! But was that all you were thinking?"
She knew it was not, for she had seen the look in his eyes, and her question was recklessly provocative38 and challenging. She knew it was such as she had flung it at him; and Hubert Stane knew too. His face flushed, his heart pounded wildly; and for a moment there was a surging desire to tell her what he really had been thinking. The next moment he put the temptation from him.
"No," he answered with an attempt at laughter, "but the rest is not for publication."
There was a little tremor39 in his voice as he spoke which Helen Yardely did not fail to notice. For a moment she stood there undecided. She was conscious of an uplift of spirit for which there appeared no valid40 reason, and she visioned opening out before her a way of life that a week ago she had never even dreamed of. Three days in the solitude41 of the wilderness42 with Hubert Stane had brought her closer to him than an acquaintance of years could have done, and she was aware of wild impulses in her heart. As she stood there she was half-inclined then and there to challenge fate, and to force from him the words that he withheld43. Then, with a great effort, she checked the surging impulses, and gave a tremulous laugh.
"That is too bad of you," she cried. "The unpublished thoughts are always the most interesting ones.... But I must away to my house-building or I shall have to spend another night under the stars."
She turned and walked abruptly away. In her eyes as she went was a joyous44 light, and her heart was gay. As she swung the ax upon her shoulder and moved towards the trees she broke into song, the words of which reached Stane:
"It was a lover and his lass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green cornfield did pass
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding,
Sweet lovers love the Spring."
He lay there beating out the melody with his fingers. A musing45 look came in his eyes that remained there when once more the sound of her ax came through the forest stillness. Then it died away and his face grew grim.
"It's nonsense, the merest madness!" he whispered to himself. "And even if it were not—a man can't take advantage of such circumstances. It would be too caddish for words——"
For a long time he lay there listening to the sound of her movements, which told him when she was near and when further away, and presently he heard her fixing the lean-to of her improvised46 hut. She worked steadily47, sometimes singing to herself, but she did not enter the tent again until noon, when she came in to inquire if he were comfortable and to say that a meal would be ready shortly.
"How does the hut go?" he asked.
"Oh, finely!" she cried with enthusiasm. "The framework is up, though I've used all the pack-ropes over the job. I wish I had some nails. I'm sure I could drive them straight."
"I'm sure you could," he replied laughingly.
"Girls are not nearly so incapable48 as they let men make them out to be. I never built a house before, but I am sure this one of mine is going to be a success. After we have eaten I am going to look for birch-bark to make the covering, but there's one thing that is worrying me."
"What is that?" he asked.
"I am wondering how to fasten the bark together. I shall have to get it in strips, I know, and the strips will have to be sewn together. I know that, but the question is—how? If I had stout49 twine50 and a packing needle it would be easy, but——"
"It is still easy," he interrupted. "You will have to get the roots of the white spruce, and sew with that, as a cobbler sews, using a knife for awl51."
"Oh," she laughed, "I never thought of that, and it is so simple. I shall manage all right now."
After the meal of fish and beans and coffee, she disappeared once more, and later he heard her busy outside again. From the sounds he judged that she had found the bark and the other materials that she needed, and was busy sewing the covering for her tepee, and presently he heard her fixing it. The operation seemed to take quite a long time and was evidently troublesome, for once or twice sounds of vexation reached him and once he heard her cry roundly: "Confound the thing!"
He laughed silently to himself at the heartiness52 of her expression, then wished that he could go out and help her; but as he could not, and as she did not come to him in her difficulty he refrained from asking what the difficulty was, and from offering advice. Half an hour later she stood in the tent doorway53, flushed but triumphant54.
"I should like to see your castle," laughed Stane.
"You shall, sir," she cried gaily. "You shall. I will lift the canvas of the tent that you may feast your eyes on my handiwork."
A moment later she was busy rolling up the canvas at one side of the tent, and presently he found himself looking out on a very fair imitation of an Indian hunting tepee. He gave the work his ungrudging admiration.
"It is a very creditable piece of work, Miss Yardely."
"Yes," she responded lightly, "and I'm not going to pretend that I'm not proud of it. I am, and having done that, I don't think Robinson Crusoe was so very wonderful after all! I think that I could have managed as well as he did on his desert island. But here's a fanfare56 on my own trumpet57! And I've work yet to do, and I must do it before my doll's house goes completely to my head."
She dropped the canvas of the tent, fastened it into its place, and then proceeded to arrange a bed of young spruce boughs58 for herself. That done to her satisfaction, she prepared the last meal of the day and then in the stillness of the bright Northland evening, she went off towards the lake she had discovered in the morning, with the intention of setting the snare28 that she had spoken of.
But she did not do so that night, for before she came in sight of it she was aware of an alarmed clamour of the water-fowl, and wondering what was the cause of it, she made her approach with caution. The stream, which she had followed fell over a small cliff to the shore of the lake and as she reached the head of the fall she became aware of two men beaching a canoe. Instantly she slipped behind a tree, and from this point of vantage looked again. The men had lifted the canoe clear of the water and were now standing59 upright with their faces to her not twenty-five yards from the place of her concealment60. On this second glance she recognized them instantly. One of the men was Gerald Ainley and the other was the Indian, Joe.
For a moment she stood there without moving, then very cautiously she drew back into the wood behind her, and gradually worked her way to a place along the lakeside where the undergrowth was very thick, and where she could watch without fear of discovery. She was less than a quarter of a mile away from the place where the two had landed, and as she watched them making camp, the smell of their fire was blown across to her. Neither of the two travellers showed any disposition61 to leave the lakeside, and she watched them for quite a long time, a look of deep perplexity on her face.
They were friends! She had no doubt that they were looking for herself. They represented ease and safety, and a quick return to the amenities62 of civilization, but she had no desire to discover herself to them. She thought of the injured man lying in the tent a mile away. It was possible that the coming of these two, if she made her presence known, might prove to be beneficial for him. She weighed that side of the matter very carefully, and her eyes turned to the canoe in which the men travelled. It was, she recognized, too small to carry four people, one of whom would have to lie at length in it; and she knew instinctively63 that Ainley would propose to leave the Indian behind to look after Stane whilst he took her back to her uncle. And she was conscious of a surprising aversion to any such course; aware that she was satisfied with things as they were. She crouched64 there for quite a long time, then a whimsical smile came on her face, and without a regret she crept quietly away through the forest, leaving the two searchers unaware65 of her presence.
When she reached the encampment she looked into the hut and found that Stane was fast asleep. She smiled to herself, and instead of replenishing the failing fire, carefully extinguished it with earth, that neither the glare nor the smoke of it might reach the two searchers and so lead to the discovery of the camp. Then, having done all she could to ensure Stane and herself remaining undisturbed in their wilderness seclusion66, she looked in the tent again, smiled once more, and dropping the fly of the tent, went to her own tepee. Though she lay long awake, she was up betimes next morning, and after one glance into the tent to assure herself that her patient was yet sleeping, she moved off in the direction of the lake. When she came in sight of it she looked towards the foot of the waterfall for Ainley's camp. It was no longer there, but a mile and a half away she descried67 the canoe making down the lake. As she did so, she laughed with sudden relief and gladness, and hurried back to the camp to light the fire and prepare breakfast.
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