"I think that's what I meant," he said. "You are in charge of our transport and I expect he'll need a quant.i.ty of food and prospecting tools sent up into the bush. I can leave you to work out details."
Mappin's eyes flashed.
"I guess I can fix it; let it go at that. Now there's another matter I want to mention."
Leonard acquiesced in the change of subject, feeling that he had done all that was possible to counteract Andrew's projects. He left with the Montreal express the next morning.
Two days later Mappin was summoned to Andrew's room at the hotel and found him studying a list of provisions.
"We shall get off in the next few days," he said. "I want you to send these supplies up to the mine, where we'll call for them."
"What about the rest of your truck?" Mappin inquired.
"Carnally has sent it off already."
Mappin saw that he could not do as much as he had expected to delay the party.
"Is there anything else?" he asked.
"Yes," said Andrew. "As we can't transport stores enough for the whole march, provisions will have to be cached for use on our return. Do you know where Whitefish Creek is?"
"It's a very long way up and said not to be indicated very correctly on the map. Two forks, aren't there?"
Andrew nodded.
"A lake lies about two days' march up the east branch, and there's an island in it with a sandy tongue at one end. Take this list of provisions and have a cache made there. Get them up in a month from now. You can do that?"
"Oh, yes; I've some smart packers."
"Then here's another list. To get to the Whitefish you cross the height of land and there's a low neck in the middle of the long ridge.
I want another cache made at the bottom of the gap. You understand that? It's important."
"I'll make a careful note of it," Mappin promised. "Your idea is to travel with light loads, and replenish your stores at the caches as you come back?"
"Precisely. Carnally and Graham have been calculating our supplies closely and we shall not have much left when we reach the first cache.
You had better put a barked fir-pole on the top of it; there are trees about."
"The boys I'll send up will see to it," said Mappin, and after a few questions took his leave.
A day or two later Andrew walked across the ice in the evening to see the Frobishers before he started on his journey, and when he had spent some time with them Geraldine went down with him to the hall. They were alone, for her father was searching for a compa.s.s he wished to give Andrew. Geraldine stopped when she reached the foot of the stairs and stood with her hand on the bal.u.s.trade. Her unstudied pose was graceful, she made a very attractive picture, and though she saw Andrew's admiration she was not displeased. It was different from that which Mappin had bestowed on her.
"I think you are doing a very fine thing," she said diffidently. "You see, I know something, besides what you have told me, about the mine and Allinson's. Ethel Hillyard wrote to me not long ago--I knew her in England--and she said several nice things about you."
"Did she?" said Andrew, with some embarra.s.sment. "Ethel's a good friend. But it's rather trying to have things said about you."
"Now you're curious," Geraldine replied, "and I'll be indiscreet enough to mention one. She said you were always sincere, and to be relied on." She paused a moment and added: "I think that's true; your going to search for the lode proves it."
Andrew looked at her steadily, his heart throbbing.
"Would you be surprised to hear that you are largely responsible for the search?"
"I! What could I have to do with it?"
"I'll try to explain. There was a time when I was half afraid to go on with my plans; I could see nothing but trouble ahead. Then one day when you were speaking of Carnally you said something about doing the square thing. That and the song you sang one evening soon afterward decided me."
"Then I'm afraid I've been very rash; it's a responsibility I should not have a.s.sumed. After all, I know nothing about the difficulties you may meet with."
"And I know very little, except that they'll certainly be plentiful.
Ignorance is a heavy handicap, and it doesn't make things better when it's your own fault. Still, whether you meant it or not, you showed me that there was only one course open--to go straight ahead and leave the rest to Fate."
His words awoke a responsive thrill in Geraldine, for she knew his worth. There was courage in him and sterling honesty; he was entering on a hard fight for the sake of people unknown to him who had trusted to the honor of his house. He would, she believed, be opposed by clever trickery, prejudice and strong commercial interests, but if the world were ruled by right, as she tried to believe, it was unthinkable that he should be beaten.
"Well," she said, with the color in her face and sympathy in her eyes, "I wish you good luck. But be careful up there among the rocks and muskegs. Don't run too many risks. Come back safe."
"Thank you! It would be something to you if we kept out of trouble?"
His gaze was steadily searching and for a moment she turned her head.
Then, though there was a slight change in her manner, she looked around with a smile.
"Yes, of course," she answered. "I shall be anxious while you are away and eager for news."
Andrew saw that there was nothing more to be said, and he was glad that Frobisher came down the stairs with the compa.s.s in his hand.
"It's one of the cutest things of the kind I've seen," said the American. "There's very little oscillation, the card can't come unshipped, and you can take a bearing correctly with the sights on this sliding ring."
When Andrew had thanked him for the gift, he left the house. It was a still night and bitterly cold, but he walked back across the ice to the Landing with a glow at his heart.
CHAPTER XIV
TREACHERY
The afternoon was nearly over and the frost intense when Andrew plodded up the frozen river with Carnally and Graham. The snow crunched with a squeaking sound beneath their moccasins, which Andrew had had specially made because ordinary boots are not adapted to the extreme cold of the North. On their western hand the pines stood out sharp and black against a coppery glare, and as they pa.s.sed the wider openings the light struck dazzlingly into their aching eyes. Ahead the white riband of river led into a wilderness of rocks and stunted trees, but there was no sign of life in all the picture, and everything was very still.
The men were not heavily loaded, for most of their supplies had been sent on to the mine, but Andrew had found his pack a bad enough handicap on the long march up-river and had noticed with some concern that Graham seemed to feel the weight more than he did. The old man had lagged behind, but he now came up breathless.
"You want to get a move on," Carnally advised. "It's 'most six miles yet to Rain Bluff and I'm feeling ready for my supper."
"So am I," said Graham; "but it was too cold to rest by the greenwood fire when we nooned, and I'm not so young as you are. Then it is remarkable how twenty years of domestic life soften one."
"Sure!" grinned Carnally. "You don't find the man who gets his dinner every day leading in a long, hard march. That was Allinson's trouble when he first took the trail with me."
"There may be disadvantages in having regular meals, but I know from painful experience what an ache in the side you get when forced to go without," Andrew returned. "It's one of the things I've learned in Canada."
"You'll learn a few more of the same kind before you're through,"