living for nine years in the wilderness.”
A fresh dish was laid before him, and his companion smiled. “You didn’t get things of this kind among the pines.”
“No,” said Vane. “In fact, cookery is one of the chopper’s trials. You come back dead tired, and often very wet, to your lonely tent, and then there’s a fire to make and supper to get before you can rest. It happens now and then that you’re too played out to trouble, and go to sleep instead.”
“Dreadful,” said the girl, sympathetically. “But you have been in Vancouver before.”
“Except on the last occasion, I stayed down near the water-front. We were not provided with luxurious quarters or suppers of this kind then.”
Jessie nodded. “It’s romantic, and though you must be glad it’s over, there must be some satisfaction in feeling that you owe the change to your own efforts. Doesn’t it give you a feeling that in some degree you’re master of your fate? I fancy I should like that.”
It was subtle flattery, and there were reasons why it appealed to the man. He had wandered about the province in search of employment, besides being beaten down at many a small bargain by more fortunately situated men. Now, however, he had resolved that there should be a difference: instead of begging favours, he would dictate terms.
“I should have imagined it,” he said, in answer to her last remark, and he was right, for Jessie Horsfield was a clever woman, who loved power and influence. Then she abruptly changed the subject.
“It was you who located the Clermont mine, wasn’t it?” she asked. “I read something about it in the papers; I think they said it was copper.”
This vagueness was misleading, because her brother had given her a good deal of information about the mine.
“Yes,” said Vane, who was willing to take up any subject she suggested; “it’s copper, but there’s some silver combined with it. Of course, the value of any ore depends upon two things – the percentage of the metal, and the cost of extracting it.”
She waited with flattering interest, and he added: “In both respects, Clermont produce is promising.”
After that he did not remember what they talked about; but the time passed rapidly and he was surprised when Mrs. Nairn rose and the company drifted away by twos and threes towards the verandah. Left by himself a moment, he came upon Carroll sauntering down a corridor, and the latter stopped him.
“I’ve had a chat with Horsfield,” he remarked.
“Well?” said Vane.
“He may have merely meant to make himself agreeable, and he may have wished to extract information about you. If the latter was his object, he was not successful.”
“Ah!” said Vane thoughtfully. “Nairn’s straight, anyway, and to be relied upon. I like him and his wife.”
“So do I,” Carroll agreed.
He moved away, and a few moments later Horsfield joined Vane, who had strolled out on to the verandah.
“I don’t know if it’s a very suitable time to mention it, but are you any nearer a decision about that smelter yet?” he said. “Candidly, I’d like the contract.”
“No,” said Vane. “I can’t make up my mind, and I may postpone the matter indefinitely. It might prove more profitable to ship the ore out for reduction.”
Horsfield examined his cigar. “Of course, I can’t press you; but I may perhaps suggest that as we’ll have to work together in other matters, I might be able to give you a quid pro quo.”
“That occurred to me,” said Vane, “On the other hand, I don’t know how much importance I ought to attach to the consideration.”
His companion laughed with apparent good-humour. “Oh, well!” he answered, “I must wait until you’re ready.”
He strolled away, and presently joined his sister.
“How does Vane strike you?” he asked. “You seem to get on with him.”
"I’ve an idea that you won’t find him easy to influence, and the girl looked at her brother pointedly.
“I’m inclined to agree with you,” said Horsfield. “In spite of that, he’s a man worth cultivating.”
He passed on to speak to Nairn, and by and by Vane sat down beside Jessie in a corner of a big room. It was simply furnished, but spacious and lofty and looked out across the verandah. It was pleasant to lounge there and feel that Miss Horsfield had good-naturedly taken him under her wing, which seemed to describe her attitude.
“As Mrs. Nairn tells me you are going to England, I suppose we shall not see you in Vancouver for some months,” she said presently. “This city really isn’t a bad place to live in.”
Vane felt gratified. She implied that he would be an acquisition and included him among the number of her acquaintances. “I fancy I shall find it a particularly pleasant one,” he responded. “Indeed, I’m inclined to be sorry I’ve made arrangements to leave it very shortly.”
“That is pure good-nature,” his companion laughed.
She changed the subject, and Vane found her conversation entertaining. She said nothing of any consequence, but she knew how to make a glance or a changed inflection expressive. He was sorry when she left him, but she smiled at him before she moved away.
“If you and Mr. Carroll care to call, I am generally at home in the afternoon,” she said.
She crossed the room, and Vane, who joined Nairn, remained near him until he took his departure.
It was late the next afternoon, and an Empress liner from China and Japan had arrived an hour or two earlier, when he and Carroll reached the C.P.R. station. The Atlantic train was waiting, and an unusual number of passengers were hurrying about the cars. They were, for the most part, prosperous people, business men and tourists from England, going home that way, and when Vane found Mrs. Marvin and Kitty, he was once more conscious of a stirring of compassion. Kitty smiled at him diffidently.
“You have been so kind,” she began, and, pausing, added with a tremor in her voice: “But the tickets – ”
“Pshaw!” said Vane. “If it will ease your mind, you can send me what they cost after the first full house you draw.”
“How shall we address you?”
“Clermont Mineral Exploitation. I don’t want to think I’m going to lose sight of you.”
Kitty turned away from him a moment, and then looked back.
“I’m afraid you must make up your mind to that,” she said.
Vane could not remember his answer, though he afterwards tried; but just then an official strode along beside the cars calling to the passengers, and when a bell began tolling Vane hurried the girl and her companions on to a platform. Mrs. Marvin entered the car, Elsie held up her face to kiss him before she disappeared, and he and Kitty were left alone. She held out her hand, and a liquid gleam crept into her eyes.
“We can’t thank you properly,” she said.
