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Agatha started. "Yes; I gave it him on his birthday long since. It was bright then; old English pewter, I think. I saw it in a little store where they sold curiosities, and had it engraved." Somewhat to Thirlwell's annoyance, Scott came up with Father Lucien, whom he presented to Agatha, but she did not put the box away. "Mr. Thirlwell found this in the river, but the lid is fast," she said.
He hesitated, and then putting the bill in his pocket, remarked: "Anyhow, he gave me the wad. Let's see if I can find another." Thirlwell laughed and told him to rest for a few minutes, because he wanted to think. Stormont had obviously returned to what he imagined was a good center to work from in his search for the vein, and had seen the smoke of Thirlwell's fire.
To begin with, we must appoint executive officials and the president comes first. I think the place belongs to Mr. Strange." "No," said George, "the treasurer's my job. You want a business man to keep a tight hand on the money." They looked at Agatha, who made a sign of agreement. "Mr. Scott will be president." "Very well. The next is the general manager. Thirlwell's the best man I know."
Thirlwell's entitled to half of all you get." Agatha was moved. She had found out some time since that she had not always understood George. "I offered him half," she said and paused. "He wouldn't accept." Mrs. Farnam, seeing the girl was embarrassed, got up. "I'm cold. We had better go in." When she had lighted the lamp, Farnam went out and came back with a tray of bottles and glasses.
I've put in a heavy charge and we'll know something about the ore when we see the stuff the blast brings down." Agatha lighted the fuses and they hurried back to the shelter of the trees, where she stood with her heart beating fast. It was proper that she should be first to undertake her father's work; Thirlwell's thought was graceful.
For the most part, the bank was in shadow, but in places where the trees were not so thick the moonlight pierced the gloom. "But he run!" exclaimed the Metis in Thirlwell's canoe. "Lak' caribou, vent' a terre." "Pren' garde!" said Thirlwell warningly, and thrust hard with his paddle as the canoe drove past a foam-lapped rock.
"I did not," said Agatha, smiling. "Sometimes it was very hard; I should not have taken this holiday only that I wanted to get used to the lakes and woods. I am grateful for all you have taught me." A thought that pleased him took shape in Thirlwell's brain, but he used some restraint. He must not encourage the girl in what he imagined was folly.
But this was indulging idle sentiment that she had meant to avoid, and she went back to the table and opened her books. Thirlwell's answer would not arrive for some weeks, and if she went north, summer would come before she could start. In the meantime, she had her pupils to teach. The subject for the next morning's lesson was difficult and needed careful study.
The dream she had first dreamed long since had come true, but she knew it might not have done so had she not had Thirlwell's help.
She was not afraid of George and Farnam, but did not want Mabel to study her. Only the latter noted that she paused awkwardly now and then and added a rather involved explanation. The men were engrossed by Thirlwell's efforts to find the ore. When she stopped they were quiet for a few moments. Then George said: "You would never have struck the lode without that man." He turned to the others.
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