"Daddy!"
Big Jim Torrance, framed in the doorway1 of the shack2, was deaf to everything but the scene before him.
"Daddy!" There was a note of impatience3 in the girl's voice. "I know what you're doing--" She appeared in the doorway between kitchen and living room, enamel4 pan in one hand and a dish towel in the other. "Of course! That horrid5 trestle--always that trestle! And you might have been helping6 with the pans. You know how they stain my hands."
But the noise of the distant camp, lounging out now from the night meal, crowded what small interstices of his attention remained from the beloved trestle.
Out before him, painted in the vivid mesmeric colours of evening, lay a vista7 dear to him--a new railway built in silent places. Across the yellow grade the bush of Northern Canada stretched on and on, not thick just here, but prophetic of the untracked forests beyond. On his left a great cleft8 cut the earth, an eleven hundred yard valley, in the middle of which ran a river, sweeping9 into sight up there round the bend from the deep green of the bush--running placidly10 enough until it struck the foaming11 rapids above the trestle--then smoothing into quiet current and swinging back through the chasm12 to disappear into the unknown behind the shack.
Five hundred yards up the wide bottom of the valley the construction camp sprawled13 its ugly mass. From where he stood in the doorway he looked down on it over the grade--its straggling unformed planning; the flimsy shacks14, half unhewn logs, half canvas, without respect for streets or angles or lines; its half-hearted struggle to lift itself up the slope to the sheltered forest above.
A disreputable, careless, disgusting picture of hardened man catering15 only to his simplest needs. In large part the survival of previous grade and bridge camps which had merely picked up their canvas when they moved along, it had been patched up with more disreputable canvas, now mouldy and torn, with bits of roof gone here, and windows and doors missing there. The very dregs even of construction camps. Big Jim Torrance himself had used it first on grade and had sold the portable parts to a contractor17 with work further west. Then O'Connor, the first contractor to tackle the trestle, had shoved his men into what was left with orders to do their damnedest. And now Torrance again, having taken over the task O'Connor had funked in a moment of panic.
Half a thousand bohunks[1] were existing there now, five hundred of the wildest foreigners even Torrance had handled. But they were his gang. And Mile 130 was his camp. That thought had impelled18 him once to punch the head of a leering engineer who rashly ventured to call it "Torrance's pig-sty" in Torrance's hearing. The camp might go to perdition so far as he was concerned, but he wasn't going to have any rank outsider shoving it along.
With a determined19 little set to her lips, her only inheritance from her father, Tressa Torrance passed through the living room and seized him by the ear; and he returned to earth with a howl of mock pain.
"You little tyrant20!" he protested, wrapping one arm about her and hoisting21 her to his shoulder. "Your mother wasn't a patch to you."
"At least you can empty the water," she ordered.
"Oh, I can do more than that. How about the pans?"
"They're done."
"It's a habit you have."
He rubbed his moustached lips along her bare arm and swung her again to his shoulder.
"Low bridge!"
She bent24 from her lofty perch25 until her cheek lay along his hair, and they passed into the kitchen, where he set her down with elaborate care.
"I guess that trestle isn't through with me yet," he observed, a frown marking his forehead. "It's dropped six inches in the last week." He picked up a pan of dirty water and started for the door. "You won't be beaten," she told him confidently. "It's sinking less every day. You've put in half the country now--there must be bottom somewhere." He disappeared without a word and tossed the water over the edge of the chasm. "Anyway," she protested, as he returned, "looking at it isn't going to stiffen26 its backbone27. If it is, you can do the pans and I'll do the looking. See those hands!" She held them outspread before his face. "Aren't you ashamed?"
He tried to look as she desired.
"They're the dandiest little hands in the world to me. They're your mother's over again. You don't need to care who sees them out here."
He saw the slight flush come to her cheeks, and his voice sobered.
"Adrian Conrad looks a pretty big fish where there's nobody but bohunks."
"Adrian's a 'big fish' anywhere," she flamed, "and you know it. Besides, there's the Police. Counting you that makes four real nice people. We've often been where there are fewer. The daughter of James Torrance, the big railway contractor--"
"Big Jim Torrance, you mean," he interrupted, throwing back his huge head to laugh. "The crudest boss that ever hammered a lazy bohunk to his pick. No, no, little girl, not all your airs, not all my big jobs, can make me more than a half-taught rough-neck--a success, I'll admit. But the biggest success he ever had was in having a daughter--"
He dived for her, but she held him off by planting the bottom of the pan on his face.
"Now," she ordered, "you finish your work."
By the time he had obeyed orders--emptied the last pan of water, taken a look at the two horses in the stable behind the shack, tossed his mud-caked boots through the back door to await his pleasure--inter-larding between each chore another glance at the trestle--Tressa was in her own room.
Torrance returned to the front door. A crash of musical instruments broke from the ugly clutter28 of buildings on the river bottom.
"Do cut it short to-night, Tressa. Morani's got the orchestra going already. Where that Italian devil stows music in that vile29 body of his, and where he manages to find more of it in those other brutes30, beats me."
He could hear her moving about her room, sliding drawers, lifting and dropping the implements31 of her evening toilet.
"Not another woman in a hundred miles," he grumbled32, "at least not one that matters. And yet I got to go through this waiting every night!"
She laughed, her mouth full of the coil of her hair.
His eye moved upward from the camp and settled on one lone33 shack that crowned a promontory34 overlooking the ugly scene below.
"Koppy's at home," he called.
"Some day you'll find out something about your underforeman," she teased.
"I wish I could," he returned so viciously that she laughed aloud.
"You've been wishing it a long time, but to date he seems innocent enough. You don't need to care so long as he turns up to work every morning."
"Innocent?" He snorted. "Them damn Poles can't be innocent. Ever since them horses began to go-- If we could only do without the damn heathen!"
"But you damn well can't."
"My daddy's good enough to copy," she laughed.
"Your daddy, girl, is--is shocked. If I hear you--" He tossed his hands up helplessly. "You're making your daddy so mealy-mouthed, the first bohunk with a grouch36 will pull his nose. I've got to swear at 'em. If you don't let me tear loose a bit when I'm with you, the air's going to be so blue next time I meet a bohunk that he'll think he's gone to his last reward."
She came to the doorway of her room, coiling a loop of hair.
"Go and listen to the music, daddy. You need sweetening to-night."
The rough big fellow looked deep into her eyes. "I'd go plumb37 crazy in this life without you, little girl."
"Sure you would," she agreed contentedly38. "Now run along and do Morani's orchestra justice. He deserves it."
He patted her cheek and returned to his favourite stand in the front door.
The evening mysteries were deepening. Already the trunks of the trees on the far bank of the river were merging39 into a dull mass. The play of sunlight and shadow in the nearer forest was an etching of white and black. The mellow40 sudden Western night was dropping glamorous41 mantle42 over the familiar scene, softening43 the crudeness of the camp and exalting44 the dying round of the forest's fight for solitude45. The sand of the grade gleamed with evening tint46 of ochre. The network of the trestle was a maze47 of incised lines against the shaded bank opposite. A solitary48 bird, astir beyond its bedtime, hovered49 against the sky, cheeping to unseen brood below. Some swift-vanishing creature--wolf or coyote--ran along the edge of the distant bank for a fearful, curious glimpse of the persistent50 invasion of its venerable privacy. The sun, like a mocking challenge, was painting with flaming hand its tremendous but fleeting51 colour-picture on the northwest sky, where clouds unseen by day hung ever ready for the evening-hour brush of the great artist.
The dirty canvas of the camp was laundered52 by the mysteries of twilight53. Living groups lay peacefully about the river bottom, gambling54, Torrance knew. For the moment the orchestra was resting. But snatches of hideous55 sound came wafting56 on the evening air as music; concertina, fiddle57, mouth-organ, with here and there a cornet, a mandolin, a guitar, many breathing individual melody, merged58 into one vast harmony. Rasping voices lifted themselves in song. No laughter, no shouting--only the sounds of men whose memories are more sensitive than their feelings, who live in the past or the future, never in the present. Evening was fluttering gently down, mellowing59 line and tone.
Even to Big Jim Torrance at such an hour came the appeal of dimly reverent60 things. Here on the fringe of prairie and forest, in the vast spaces of Northern Canada where wolf met coyote, Torrance was waging a big fight. Last year he had brought the grade, a simple task, east of the mountains. Somewhere far down the list of sub-sub-contractors--fleas61 on larger fleas almost ad infinitum--he had built that gleaming line of yellow sand that held the sleepers62 and the rails--almost with his own hands. From far over the horizon to the east he had crept along westward63, urging on his big gang with relentless64 but just hand. And out there before his door they had driven the last spike65 at the very edge of the valley that cut the landscape.
There was the end of his contract. Eastward66 the line awaited only the final ballasting. Westward--that was different.
The great river chasm that had ended his task was baffling O'Connor, the bridge contractor. For the irregular, winding67 gouge68 in the earth, reminder69 of the day when some tremendous torrent70 teemed71 there from the mountains hundreds of miles to the west, was more than a mere16 cutting to fill. Eleven hundred yards, one foot, four inches from bank to bank (Torrance knew every measurement to the last inch), by one hundred and forty-one feet, eight inches deep, was task enough. Where the railway was to span the Tepee River, meandering72 in the midst of the valley, the water ran only seventy yards wide; nowhere in sight was it more than one hundred and fifty. And there was solid bottom to it.
But down there, one hundred and fifty feet below Torrance's eyes, was two hundred yards of quicksands. There lay the real job.
O'Connor had tackled it blithely73 enough, while Torrance was hustling74 grade from the east. But when Big Jim Torrance, his task completed, had rolled down his sleeves and commenced to pack, O'Connor was more than worried. Tressa had skipped about the packing with happy songs, for they were going East--to civilisation75.
Then Torrance had gone to take a last look at O'Connor's progress, and O'Connor had turned haggard eyes on his friend and bent his head over his arms and wept. The quicksands were beating him.
Torrance fled back to the end-of-steel village at Mile 127, that ghastly face before him, the picture of a strong man weeping. And for three days he drank himself to forgetfulness.
On the morning of the fourth day he rolled up his sleeves again, waved his hand after the fleeing O'Connor, and signed a fresh contract for himself. Nature, the enemy he had been threshing into submission76 all his life, was not going to block the beautiful grade he had built. With the effects of the acidulated poison of Mile 127 still in his limbs but clear of his brain he shook his fist at the quicksands.
And now, eleven months later, he was still shaking his fist--and his curses were deeper and more bitter. For the quicksands were fighting to the last ditch, swallowing whole forests of trees and hills of rock, and opening its maw for more. Friends urged Torrance to ask leave to move the grade north or south to sounder bottom. But Torrance was not built that way. Besides, he had great reverence77 for a survey. Even a bridge, where a filled-in trestle was planned--a bridge with a span two hundred yards long--impossible!
Torrance stood in the doorway and cast his eye along the line of steel above the trestle. Only a week ago it had been shored up again, and fewer supply trains than usual had passed. Yet it was down six inches.
The orchestra Chico Morani, a mere Dago bohunk himself, had organised among the men, burst afresh. And every other sound ceased. Even the gambling groups out before the camp paused to listen.
"Morani's started on the second number, Tressa. Thank Heaven he has one redeeming78 feature, if he is a Wop."
"This isn't your loving night, daddy. It must be my cooking--"
"There's Koppy just come out of his shack. A couple with him, Werner and Heppel, I bet."
"Dear me!" she teased out to him. "And I've been so careful with the meals." A few moments of mirror concentration. "But I know what it really is--that trestle. It's nerves. . . . Till that hole's filled you're just an ordinary sick man. . . . And you know you can't stand the twilight. Come in and light up. . . . Adrian'll be here in a few minutes and read you back to peace. . . . And don't forget, daddy, we're almost out of books. You'll have to send for more by the next supply train. Constable79 Williams is to lend me his catalogues to make out a new list."
She stopped, conscious of a tense stillness from the room beyond. For a fleeting moment she listened, then hurried out, fastening the last pin in her belt.
Her father, feet braced80, was staring tensely over the grade past the camp. And in his hand, half raised, was the rifle that always hung in a rack beside the door.
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