it was late at night when andrew entered watson's office at the mine with the letters he had brought. though a bitter wind blew the snow about it, the little wooden building was hot and filled with the smell of pine boarding. a stove, glowing a dull red, stood at one end, and a kerosene lamp hanging from a beam threw a bright light on the faces of the men. they were eager and expectant, but andrew's bore the stamp of fatigue, for the journey up-river had tried his strength. moreover, he shrank from learning what the smelting company's report might reveal. drawing a chair to the table, he sat for a few moments lost in troubled thought.

when he first reached the mine he had found a keen and scarcely expected pleasure in his work. its difficulties seized his interest, and for a while he enjoyed the grapple with them. then misgivings crept in; he felt that there was something wrong. watson displayed no enthusiasm about the company's prospects, and carnally let fall disturbing hints. andrew, however, steadily occupied himself with his task, which gained a stronger hold on him, until he realized that all his mind was bent upon its successful accomplishment. now he must put his half-formed plans and surmises to a searching test. bracing himself, he opened a large sealed envelope with a steady hand.

[pg 101]as he took out the first of its contents he made an abrupt movement, but he read on through several sheets while his face hardened; and then he sat very still, with the papers scattered about the table.

"well?" said watson, in harsh inquiry.

gathering up the papers, andrew passed them to him without a word, while carnally waited as if he knew what to expect. when he in turn took the report from watson, there was an oppressive silence in the shack. andrew could hear the billets snap in the stove and the murmur of the river among the ice.

"it seems to me that this report leaves us no room for doubt," he said, when carnally had finished reading the papers. "we can't keep the mine working on such returns as these. but i want your honest opinion."

watson made a sign of agreement.

"well," he said frankly, "you have got to have the truth, though i guess it will cost me my job. rain bluff will never pay its shareholders."

"you knew this some time ago?"

"i was afraid of it; but it wasn't my business. i was sent here to get out as much ore as i could, and i've done so."

"have you any suggestion to make?"

"if you wrote down your capital, got rid of mappin, and did your transport work yourselves, you might keep going. the ore's there, though its hard to get at and not worth much."

andrew turned to carnally.

"you suspected how matters stood from the beginning. i see now that you meant to warn me."

"i guessed. i couldn't speak plainly without proof."

"oh," said andrew in a strained voice, "you knew;[pg 102] so did watson, and no doubt every man who works for us. i and the unfortunate people who found the money were the only ones deceived." he turned to the manager sharply. "what did you mean when you said the mine would never pay its shareholders? do you imply that somebody else may make a profit out of it?"

"you've hit it. mappin's making his pile, and i guess there's a man with money backing him; but that's no concern of mine. i'm sorry for you, mr. allinson, but i suppose i must hand you my notice and tell the boys to quit?"

"no," said andrew; "not yet. let them go on as usual, until i speak to you again."

"i'm not anxious to leave your service—you're square," watson replied with an air of relief. "now, if you don't want me any more, i'll go to bed."

he left them and andrew quietly filled his pipe, while carnally watched him with interest. andrew had had a shock, but he had borne it well. instead of unnerving, it had braced him to grapple with a difficult situation. he had courage and determination; but there was something else he must be told.

"jake," andrew said at length, "this has been a blow. i put a good deal of money into the company and will lose it, but that's only half the trouble—the rest will hardly bear thinking of. my firm put its stamp on this venture, backed it with its name; and it was rotten from the first!" his face suddenly darkened with suspicion. "how leonard came to take it up i can't imagine."

"if he's the man who fixed things in montreal, i guess he'd tell you it was a fair business risk; but you don't quite understand the matter yet. it's clear that[pg 103] mappin has the support of mr. hathersage; he finds him the money, gives him the job at prices higher than you need pay, and no doubt takes a share of the profit."

andrew started.

"it's hard to admit, but i believe you're right!" then his mind leaped to a wider conclusion. "i dare say the company was started solely for hathersage's benefit!"

"i guess there's some foundation for that," carnally said pointedly.

neither spoke for the next few moments; and then andrew looked up with a grim smile.

"i'm beginning to understand your attitude toward me when i first came. you thought i was in the ring—one of the people who, knowing how bad it was, led investors into this rotten scheme!"

"i allow i did think something of the kind."

"and afterward? my guess isn't flattering, but i can't blame you, jake. you believed i was what you call a sucker, sent here because i was too big a fool to find things out."

carnally looked embarrassed.

"i figured it out like this," he said: "the people who sent you expected you'd spend your time hunting and fishing, without taking much interest in the mine. then, if trouble came, they'd leave you to face it. being on the spot, it would be your fault for not learning what was wrong."

"a clever plan. after all, it's possible they took too much for granted."

"they did," carnally declared. "you have shown a grip of things they didn't look for. in my opinion they picked the wrong man for the part: but you're[pg 104] in a pretty tight place. you can't make this mine pay."

"no," said andrew; "i don't mean to try. if i can get his consent, i'm going to look for graham's lode."

carnally started.

"it's a great plan! will you want me?"

"of course! i'd be helpless without you."

"no," carnally corrected him with a smile. "so far, i've given you hints about things you couldn't be expected to know; but i've taught you all i can, and you take your right place now. you're boss in this new proposition, and i'll be glad to be your second."

"thank you," said andrew. "we'll start for the landing to-morrow and see graham."

they left the mine at daybreak, and on reaching the town andrew had first of all an interview with graham's employer. the president of the lumber company sat at a desk in his office at the mill and listened attentively while andrew explained the object of his visit. he was an elderly man with a keen but good-humored expression, and once or twice he glanced at andrew as if surprised. when the latter had finished, the mill-owner took a box from a shelf.

"have a cigar," he said.

andrew lighted one and looked round the room. it was dusty and dingy, with a rough board floor; and a cloud of steam from a neighboring stack obscured the light that entered the windows. a rusty stove stood at one end, with a desk near it which graham had occupied for twenty years.

"so the mine has not turned out all you expected?" commented the lumber-man.

"far from it," andrew acknowledged.

[pg 105]"and you feel it a duty to do something to protect the interests of the shareholders?"

"yes," said andrew, and added with a direct glance: "are you surprised?"

a smile crept into his companion's eyes.

"i guess we can let that go. you have done the square thing in coming to me before you spoke to graham. he's a man we value and he has served us well, but i've now and then felt sorry for him. it's possible he hasn't found it easy to spend the best part of his life here, keeping our accounts on a very moderate salary, though we pay him more than we could get another man for."

"it's strange he didn't break loose from it long ago."

"i guess it cost him something to stay. we're an optimistic people, mr. allinson, with a hankering after adventure; but graham could never put by money enough to make the plunge. he had his children to bring up and he spared nothing to give them a fair start. i suppose this isn't quite the line you thought i would take?"

andrew admitted it with some embarrassment, and the lumber-man looked amused.

"there are plenty of big mills run entirely on the laws of supply and demand, where men are scrapped as freely as obsolete plant, and the one thing looked for is the maximum output. still, you see, our isolated position gives us a monopoly, and we're small enough to take a personal interest in our older hands. as a matter of fact, we find it pays; but that is not the point. you are willing to guarantee graham against any loss if your search is unsuccessful?"

"yes," andrew promised; "he shall not suffer."

"then we'll do our share in keeping his place open as[pg 106] long as may be needful. as it happens, things are slack just now; and to make this journey will set his mind at rest. he'll be content with the old routine when he comes back."

"then you count on his coming back to the mill?"

the lumber-man looked sympathetic.

"i don't wish to discourage you, but if graham finds that lode i shall be surprised."

andrew thanked him and returned to his hotel, where he wrote some letters and afterward decided to visit frobisher, who was staying at the island of pines for a week or two. graham was away on business down the line and would not return until the next day, and andrew, being in a restless mood, felt that a talk with frobisher or his daughter might soothe him. they were intelligent and sympathetic people; and he had thought a good deal about geraldine of late.

fine snow was driving before a stinging breeze when he walked out upon the frozen lake. here and there its surface had been swept clear by the wind, leaving stretches of smooth ice, but, for the most part, its white covering offered good foothold. it was dark and bitterly cold; andrew's hands grew stiff in his thick mittens and he shivered as he faced the stronger gusts, guiding himself by the loom of the rocks and trees that now and then showed faintly through the snow. the walk was far from pleasant, and he realized that things would be much worse when he went up into the trackless spaces of the frozen north.

reaching the house without misadventure, he was received by geraldine. mrs. denton, she explained, was invalided by a cold caught on the train, and her father had driven across to the landing for his mail, but would be back soon. she led andrew into a room[pg 107] which looked delightfully bright and comfortable after the shack at the mine, and made him sit down by the hearth, on which a pine-log fire burned gaily.

"you are thinner than you were when we last saw you, and you don't look so cheerful," she said, taking a low chair opposite him.

"i think both things are explainable," andrew replied with a rueful smile.

geraldine quietly studied him. he was troubled and could not hide it, and he interested her. the man was honest and forceful in an untrained way. she could imagine his grappling with unaccustomed difficulties, clumsily, perhaps, but resolutely. though several years his junior, she knew that she had the keener intelligence; but this did not make her attitude contemptuous. he had shown signs of qualities which sometimes carried one farther than superficial smartness.

"i suppose you have had some trouble at the mine?"

"yes," he said, though he could not account for his candor; "i've had an experience that has rudely shaken me. after all, it's possible that one needs something of the kind now and then; and until lately i've escaped it."

"i wonder whether that's unfortunate?"

"it is, beyond a doubt. i've taken life easily, generally getting what i wanted without much trouble, and now, when i've no experience to fall back on, i'm landed in a maze of difficulties. but all this is too personal; forgive me for boring you."

"but i'm interested," she declared. she felt that he would find a way out, though it might not be the easiest one. "as you came over to canada, i suppose you must have found the smooth life you led grow monotonous."

[pg 108]"not exactly. i liked it; but i'd a feeling now and then that it might be more bracing to do something useful; make things, for instance, or even go into business."

geraldine laughed, and it struck andrew that she was very pretty as she looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"you're delightfully matter-of-fact. you might have hinted at a longing for high adventure or something romantic."

"the worst of adventure is that you often get a good deal more than you bargain for," said andrew soberly.

"you learned that in the north?"

"yes," he answered with a moody air; "that and other things. for example, i learned how money's sometimes made, and it was a shock."

"ah! the money was yours?"

"that's where the trouble lies. so far, i've been content with spending it."

"and you now feel that your responsibility doesn't end there? but if you wished to go into business, why didn't you do so?"

"that is rather more than i can tell. still, whenever i hinted at it, i was quietly discouraged. i suppose it wasn't expected of me, and the general opinion was that i was incapable."

geraldine thought that his friends were mistaken in this conclusion, but she could imagine his yielding to the representations of cleverer people, without questioning the accuracy of their views about him. he had, however, obviously broken loose from his tutelage, and now stood firm, ignorant perhaps of much that men who worked for their living knew, confronting with[pg 109] undisciplined courage troubles new to him. she had no doubt that he had courage and strong sincerity.

"i'm afraid i'm not very entertaining," he apologized with a smile.

"it's a compliment that you're natural," geraldine said graciously. "one doesn't always expect to be amused. but you have carnally to help you at the mine. what do you think of him?"

"i have a high opinion of jake."

"i believe you're right; he's a favorite of mine. what he undertakes he carries out. you feel that he can be relied on; that he would do the square thing, however difficult it is. after all, one couldn't say much more of any man."

"no," andrew responded gravely. "the trouble often is to see how the square thing should be done."

there were footsteps in the hall, and frobisher came in and greeted andrew cordially.

"i heard you were at the landing, and i'm not sorry you'll have to stay all night," he said. "it's snowing so hard that i had some difficulty in getting home with the team."