Between him and the desire of his heart rose those bitter years in prison. Until the stain upon his name was removed and the judgment7 of the court expurged, he felt he could not tell her what he wished, what indeed he was sure she would not be averse8 to hearing. Of Helen herself he had no doubt. She already had declared her faith in his innocence9, and the generosity10 of her nature in all its depth and breadth had been revealed to him. To her, the years of his prison life were as though they had never been, or at the most were an injustice11 which he had suffered, and his name in her eyes had suffered no soiling. That if he spoke12 she would respond, finely, generously, with all the fulness of her splendid womanhood, he had no doubt. And yet, he told himself, he must never speak until he could do so without blame; for whilst to her the past was nothing, the people among whom she ordinarily moved would remember, and if she united her life with his she would, like himself, become a social exile. And there was a further reason for silence. If he allowed the girl to commit herself to him whilst they were alive in the wilderness13, it would be said that he had taken advantage of a rather delicate situation—using it for his selfish ends, and his pride as a man revolted against that. He clenched14 his teeth at the thought, and unconsciously frowned. No it should never be said that he——
"Why that dark scowl15?" asked the girl laughingly. "Is my lord displeased16 with the odours of the dinner that his servant prepares?"
Stane joined in her laughter. "I was not aware that I was frowning. The dinner has a most appetising smell."
"If only I had a Mrs. Beeton!" sighed Helen. "Though I daresay she wouldn't give any recipe for frozen moose and rice and beans, without even an onion to flavour. The civilized17 cookery books don't deal with the essentials. When I return to the polite world the first thing I shall do will be to publish a pocket cookery book for happy people stranded18 in the wilds!"
"Happy!" he echoed, smilingly.
"I speak for myself," she retorted lightly. "You don't suppose that I regret these weeks away from civilization. I never was happier in my life. I have, you will agree, proved myself. I can face an unprecedented19 situation without fainting. I can cook a dinner without killing20 a man who eats it. I have set a leg successfully, and built a raft that floated safely, and reared two lodges21 in the wilderness. I have no nerves, whilst nearly every woman I know is just a quivering bundle of them. Yesterday, when I went out to the wood-pile a big lynx came round the corner of it. His eyes simply blazed at me. Six months ago, I should have run indoors. As it was, I threw a chunk22 of wood at him and he bolted."
"You never told me," began Stane.
"What need?" interrupted the girl. "You don't inform me every time you see a lynx!"
"But you must be careful," replied Stane anxiously. "At this season of the year, if he is very hungry, the lynx can be a dangerous beast. Remember his claws are like knives and he has ten of them."
"Oh, I will remember," answered Helen cheerfully. She stooped over the pan, and then, announced: "I think this mess of savoury venison is ready, and I don't believe our cook at home could have done it half so well. If my lord and cobbler will put away the snow-shoe we will dine, and after the washing up I will sleep."
It was in this spirit of lightness that she faced all the hardships incidental to their present life, and it was little wonder that at times, between her gaiety and her challenging presence, Stane had much ado to keep his resolve. Half a dozen times a day his resolution was tested, and one of the severest trials came on the afternoon of that very day.
The snow had ceased and the night had fallen, and desiring exercise they left the cabin together to walk in an open glade23 in the wood which the strong wind had swept almost clear of snow. Except themselves there was nothing moving. The vast stillness of the North was everywhere about them, and a little oppressed by the silence they walked briskly to and fro, Stane using his injured leg with a freedom that showed that it was returning to its normal strength. Suddenly the girl laid a mittened24 hand on his arm.
"What is it?" he asked quickly.
"Listen!" she said.
He stood there, her hand still on his arm, and a second or two later caught the sound which she had previously25 heard. Faintly and thinned by long distance it came, a long curdling26 cry.
"What——" she broke off as the cry sounded afresh, and he answered the unfinished question.
"The hunt-cry of a wolf calling up the pack. There is nothing to fear. It is miles away."
"Oh," she said, "I am not afraid, I was only wondering what it was."
Her hand was still on his arm, and suddenly their eyes met. Something in the grey of hers pierced him like a stab of flame. A fierce joy sprang up within him, filling him with a wild intoxication27. His own eyes burned. He saw the girl's gladness glow in her glance, beheld28 the warm blood surge in her face, and fervent29 words leaped to his lips, clamouring for utterance30. Almost he was overcome, then Helen removed her hand, and turned as the blood cry of gathering31 wolves broke through the stillness. He did not speak, and Helen herself was silent as they turned towards the cabin, but each had seen deep into the other's heart, and had felt the call that is the strongest call on earth, the call of kind to kind, or mate to mate.
Back in the cabin, the man turned feverishly32 to the task of snow-shoe making on which he had been engaged. Through his mind with monotonous33 reiteration34 beat a phrase that he had read long ago, where, he had forgotten. "My salvation35 is in work, my salvation is in work!" He worked like a man possessed36, without looking up, whilst the girl busied herself with unnecessary tasks. She also knew what he knew, and she held him in a new respect for his silence, understanding the reason therefor, and presently when her leaping heart had steadied a little she began to talk, on indifferent topics, desiring to break a silence that was full of constraint38.
"I saw you looking at the traps there, this morning. Are you thinking of using them?"
"Yes," he answered, "I am going to start a trapping line. It will give me something to do; and the walk will excercise my leg. If the owner of the cabin returns we shall be able to pay him rent with the pelts39 I take."
"Isn't it time he was here now, if he is coming?"
"Yes! But he may be delayed."
"Or he may not intend to return. He may have found a new locality for his operations."
"When he went away he meant to return, or why did he leave his traps here?"
"You think he will come back then?"
"I hope so!"
"That is my idea," replied Stane, bending over the webbing.
"You are anxious to get away from here, then?"
"I am thinking of you," he answered quickly. "I know what a full winter in the North means."
"And if I get to Fort Malsun, do you think I shall escape the winter?"
"No, but you will have company."
"I have company now," she retorted smilingly, "and believe me I do not feel at all lonely."
"I was thinking you would have the factor's wife for——"
"Pooh!" was the challenging reply. "Do you think a woman cannot live without women?"
He offered no answer to the question, feeling that they were in the danger zone again; and after a moment deliberately41 turned the conversation backward.
"If I have luck with the traps, you may be able to have a set of furs for a memento42 of your sojourn43 here!"
"Oh!" she laughed back, "if that is the only memento I am to have——"
"Yes?" he asked.
For a moment she did not speak, and when she did there was provocation44 in her voice. "Well, I shall be disappointed, that is all."
He did not ask why. He knew; and his very silence told Helen that he knew, and for a moment both of them were conscious of the surging of that elemental force which had made itself felt out in the forest.
Then the stillness was broken by a sound outside. Both of them heard it, and listened carefully.
Some one on snow-shoes was walking round the cabin. Whoever it was had halted by the door. Was he coming in? Half a minute passed during which they waited without moving, then Stane flashed a look at his companion. She was leaning forward, a look of curiosity and expectancy46 on her face, but not a single sign of fear.
He rose slowly from his seat, put the unfinished snow-shoe on the table, and crept towards the door. Whoever the intruder was he had not moved, and Stane had an odd fancy that he was listening there on the other side of the rough timbers. He meant to surprise him, but was disappointed in his purpose, for when he reached the door it was to find that the wooden bar had been dropped in position by Helen when they had re-entered the cabin. The bar fitted tightly across the door, and though he tried his best to move it without noise he failed. The bar stuck, and when at last he threw the door open, and stepped outside he knew that he was too late. He looked into the gathering night. His first swift glance was towards the dark shadows under the trees. There was no one there. He swung round towards the lake, and dimly through the darkness descried47 a figure retreating rapidly northwards. He looked closely, then suffering something of a surprise, gave a quick hail.
The retreating figure never paused, and never looked round, but kept on in a bee-line over the untrodden snow. Stane knew that it was useless to follow, and the bitter cold was already pinching his face and hands and chilling him to the bone. He turned and hurried into the hut, flinging the door to behind him, and as he did so, Helen rose to her feet.
"You saw him?" she cried in some excitement.
"No. I saw her!" answered Stane. "It was a woman."
Helen's surprise was as complete as his own had been. "A woman! Are you sure?"
"I do not think that I can possibly have been mistaken."
"But who—and why should she come here only to run away?"
"I do not know. I cannot guess, but when I went to the door, I had no idea that whoever was outside was standing37 there listening."
"It is very mysterious," said Helen thoughtfully, then suddenly something occurred to her, and she looked quickly at Stane as if she were going to speak. He caught the glance.
"You were about to say something?"
"Yes," answered Helen giving a curt48 little laugh. "But I think I will keep it to myself. It was only a quite silly idea that occurred to me."
Something in her manner, the curtness49 of her laugh, her way of speaking, puzzled Stane, and moved him to press for an answer. "Never mind the silliness," he said. "Tell me?"
"It really is not worth while," she answered with a little laugh, and notwithstanding the laughter, Stane knew that it was useless to press her further, and desisted from doing so.
For a little time he sat silent, staring into the stove, wondering what was in his companion's mind, whilst the girl herself followed the odd thought which had occurred to her. Was the woman who had twice ventured into the neighbourhood of the cabin without revealing herself, Miskodeed? It was very possible, for what other woman was there likely to be in the locality who could have sufficient interest in them as to visit them in such fashion? As she pursued the idea Ainley's suggestions came back to her with hateful force, and she remembered the Indian girl's attitude after Stane's departure. Other things she remembered and her mind echoed the words which had awakened50 the man's anger at the time they were uttered.
She remembered the girl's wild beauty, her manifest interest in Stane, and once again she was conscious of the hot flame of jealousy52 in her heart. It stung her to think that possibly this man, whom she had learned to love, had an interest in this girl, who though no better than a savage53 was rarely beautiful. She laughed in sudden bitterness and scorn of herself, and at the laugh Stane turned quickly towards her.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Just a thought!" she answered easily, though her face flushed.
Stane did not ask her what the thought was. He was conscious of something enigmatic in her attitude, and her evident reserve for a second time prevented him from pursuing the matter further. He waited a moment, then he uttered the thought which had been in his own mind.
"When the storm is over and there is a crust on the snow we will go exploring together. We may find the camp from which this woman comes. If the air keeps still through the night, it will be quite easy to follow her trail in the snow."
Helen looked at him with eyes half-veiled under her long lashes54. Did he suspect who the intruder was?
"You are very anxious to find this woman of mystery?" she asked.
"Not particularly so," he laughed in reply, "but I shall be very glad to find out who our neighbours are, and to learn whether we can secure any help from them."
The girl was reassured55 by the unconcerned answer. It seemed clear now that Miskodeed had not even occurred to his mind, and the reserve in her manner disappeared.
"You think we shall be dependent on their help?" she asked. "You are afraid that we shall not weather through by ourselves?"
Stane laughed again. "Oh no! I have no fears on that score; but it will depend on their possession of dogs whether we have to camp here all winter or not; for we could not possibly make Fort Malsun without them, particularly as I do not know the overland trail. Not that the knowledge is really essential now, since judging from the fact that Ainley went down the lake it seems likely that there is a way to Malsun river in that direction. But we simply must have dogs."
"Then in the morning we follow the mysterious one's trail?"
"Yes, if there is no wind or snow in the night."
But in the night there was both wind and snow and on the morrow the woman's trail was quite obliterated56 and the snow on the lake made travelling impossible. Helen Yardely noted57 the fact without regret.
"And I will accompany you," answered Stane, "the walk in the snow will help to take the stiffness out of my leg."
They set out together, but had gone but a little way when the girl gave a sharp "Hist!"
"What is it?" he asked quietly, thinking that she had seen game of some kind.
"There is a man in those bushes in front of us," she answered in a whisper.
"A man. Are you sure?"
"I am quite sure. I saw him slip across that open space there. He has a gun."
The bushes she had indicated were about three hundred yards away, and Stane examined them keenly. He could see nothing, however, and at the conclusion of his scrutiny59 he said: "I will go forward. You remain here, Miss Yardely."
"No," she answered. "I will go with you, I would rather."
They advanced together, Stane with his rifle ready for action, since a presence that avoided them might well prove to be an inimical one. He watched the bushes steadily60 as they advanced but saw nothing and when they reached them, thinking that the girl had been mistaken, he thrust his way through them. Then he stood quite still with an anxious look upon his face. There was no one behind the bushes, but there were the marks of moccasined feet in the snow. He looked down at them, then followed the direction of them with his eyes, and stared into the forest, and as he did so, in its dim recesses61, thought he saw the figure of a man slip behind a tree. He still waited and watched, but the figure did not re-appear, then Helen who had walked round the bushes spoke.
"There was some one here!"
"Yes," he answered, "and whoever it was did not wish to encounter us. He has made his way into the wood."
"What do you think it means?"
"I do not know," he answered, "but I am afraid that there are hostile Indians about us."
"You think they are watching the cabin—watching us, for a chance to attack?"
"It has that appearance," answered Stane quietly.
The girl was silent for a moment, then she gave a little laugh that had in it a ring of courage. "I am not afraid, but I wish we had another rifle."
Stane flashed at her a glance of admiration62, then gave another long look into the silent wood which now seemed full of menace.
"Perhaps we had better return to the cabin."
"No," answered the girl stubbornly. "We will look at the snares first. I'm not going to be frightened from my dinner by a wandering Indian."
And they went forward together.
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