"No, only in part; the old Salter lines are there, but I had to go away beyond these.""Warn't 'fraid of gettin' lost, eh? Ha, ha! Wall show us your route."Ranald put his finger on the map, and said: "I struck the Bass River about here, and using that as a base, first explored the whole west side, for, I should say, about ten miles back from the river.""Don't say! How'd you grub? Game mostly?"
"Well, we carried some pork and Hudson Bay hard tack and tea, and of course, we could get all the fish and game we wanted.""Lots of game, eh? Small and big?" The colonel was evidently much interested in this part of Ranald's story. "By the great Sam, must go up there!""It would do you all the good in the world, Colonel," said Mr. St.
Clair, heartily. "You must really go up with your men and help them lay out the ground, you know.""That's so! Now if you were lumbering in there, how'd you get the timber out?""Down the Bass River to Lake Nipissing," said Ranald, pointing out the route.
"Yes, but how'd you get it to the Bass? These limits, I understand, lie on both sides of the Bass, don't they?""Yes."
"And the Bass cuts through it the short way?""Yes."
"Wall, does that mean six or eight or ten miles of a haul?""On the west side," replied Ranald, "no. There are a number of small streams and lakes which you could utilize.""And on the east side?"
"You see, Colonel," broke in Mr. St. Clair, "that whole country is one net-work of water-ways. Notice the map here; and there are always a number of lakes not marked.""That is quite true," said Ranald, "as a rule; but on the east side--""Oh, of course," said Mr. St. Clair, hastily, "you will find great differences in different parts of the country."Mr. St. Clair folded up the map and threw it on the table.
"Let's see," said the colonel, taking up the map again. "Now how about the camps, Mr. Macdonald, where do you locate them?""I have a rough draught here in which the bases for camps are indicated," said Ranald, ignoring the imploring and angry looks of his chief.
"Let's have a look at 'em," said the colonel.
"Oh, you haven't shown me this," said Mr. St. Clair, taking the draught from Ranald.
"No, sir, you have not seen my final report.""No, not yet, of course. We have hardly had time yet, Colonel, but Mr. Macdonald will make a copy of this for you and send it in a day or two," replied Mr. St. Clair, folding up the sketch, nervously, and placing it on his desk. The colonel quietly picked up the sketch and opened it out.
"You have got that last report of yours, I suppose," he said, with a swift glance at Mr. St. Clair. That gentleman's face was pallid and damp; his whole fortune hung on Ranald's reply. It was to him a moment of agony.
Ranald glanced at his face, and paused. Then drawing his lips a little tighter, he said: "Colonel Thorp, my final report has not yet been handed in. Mr. St. Clair has not seen it. In my judgment--" here Mr. St. Clair leaned his hand hard upon his desk--"you are getting full value for your money, but I would suggest that you go yourself or send your inspector to explore the limits carefully before you complete the deal."Colonel Thorp, who had been carefully scanning the sketch in his hand, suddenly turned and looked Ranald steadily in the eye.
"These marks on the west side mean camps?"
"Yes."
"There are very few on the east side?"
"There are very few; the east side is inferior to the west.""Much?"
"Yes, much inferior."
"But in your opinion the limit is worth the figure?""I would undertake to make money out of it; it is good value."The colonel chewed hard for a minute, then turning to Mr. St.
Clair, he said: "Wall, Mr. St. Clair, I'll give you one hundred thousand for your limit; but by the great Sam, I'd give twice the sum for your manager, if he's for sale! He's a man!" The emphasis on the he was ever so slight, but it was enough. Mr. St. Clair bowed, and sinking down into his chair, busied himself with his papers.
"Wall," said the colonel, "that's settled; and that reminds me," he added, pulling out his flask, "good luck to the Bass River Limits!"He handed the flask to Mr. St. Clair, who eagerly seized it and took a long drink.
"Goes good sometimes," said the colonel, innocently. "Wall, here's lookin' at you," he continued, bowing toward Ranald; "and by the great Sam, you suit me well! If you ever feel like a change of air, indicate the same to Colonel Thorp.""Ah, Colonel," said Mr. St. Clair, who had recovered his easy, pleasant manner, "we can sell limits but not men.""No, by the great Sammy," replied the colonel, using the more emphatic form of his oath, "ner buy 'em! Wall," he added, "when you have the papers ready, let me know. Good day!""Very good, Colonel, good by, good by!"
The colonel did not notice Mr. St. Clair's offered hand, but nodding to Ranald, sauntered out of the office, leaving the two men alone. For a few moments Mr. St. Clair turned over his papers in silence. His face was flushed and smiling.
"Well, that is a most happy deliverance, Ranald," he said, rubbing his hands. "But what is the matter? You are not well."White to the lips, Ranald stood looking at his chief with a resolved face.
"Mr. St. Clair, I wish to offer you my resignation as manager.""Nonsense, Ranald, we will say no more about that. I was a little hasty. I hope the change I spoke of will go into immediate effect.""I must beg to decline." The words came slowly, sternly from Ranald's white lips.
"And why, pray?"
"I have little doubt you can discover the reason, Mr. St. Clair.
A few moments ago, for honorable dealing, you would have dismissed me. It is impossible that I should remain in your employ.""Mr. Macdonald, are you serious in this? Do you know what you are doing? Do you know what you are saying?" Mr. St. Clair rose and faced his manager.
"Only too well," said Ranald, with lips that began to quiver, "and all the more because of what I must say further. Mr. St. Clair, Ilove your daughter. I have loved her for seven years. It is my one desire in life to gain her for my wife."Mr. St. Clair gazed at him in utter astonishment.
