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Updated: June 2, 2025
Twilight was coming swiftly, and as Joanne gave the final pats and turns to the blankets and pillows, MacDonald was lighting half a dozen candles placed around the room. "Any watch to-night, Donald?" asked Aldous. "No, Johnny, there ain't no watch to-night," replied the old mountaineer. He came and seated himself on a bench with Joanne.
It will be a great game, Mac and it will be a fair game; and I shall play it happily, because Joanne will not know, and I will be strengthened by her love. "Quade wants my life, and tried to hire Stevens, up at Miette, to kill me. Culver Rann wants my life; a little later it will come to be the greatest desire of his existence to have me dead and out of the way.
He pulled out the pipe he had dropped into his shirt pocket, filled it with fresh tobacco, and began smoking. As he smoked, his lips wore a quizzical smile, for he was honest enough to give Joanne Gray credit for her triumph. She had awakened a new kind of interest in him only a passing interest, to be sure but a new kind for all that. The fact amused him.
A shaft of sunlight broke through, and as they stood looking over the little lake the shaft broadened, and the sun swept in golden triumph over the mountains. MacDonald beat his limp hat against his knee, and with his other hand drained the water from his beard. "What you goin' to do?" he asked. Aldous turned toward the timber. Joanne herself answered the question. She was coming up the slope.
Donald came out a little later, and there was a curious look of exultation and triumph in his face. "She killed herself," he said. "That was her husband. I know him. I gave him the rock-nails he put in the soles of his boots and the nails are still there." He went alone into the remaining two cabins, while Aldous stood with Joanne. He did not stay long.
I think he has gone out there alone to cry." And for a time after that, as he sat in the gloom, John Aldous knew that Joanne was sobbing like a little child in the spruce and cedar shelter he had built for her. If MacDonald slept at all that night Aldous did not know it. The old mountaineer watched until a little after twelve in the deep shadow of a rock between the two camps.
"I thank God," he breathed in her hair. "And you would come to me without reservation, Joanne, trusting me, believing in me you would come to me body, and heart, and soul?" "In all those ways yes." "I thank God," he breathed again. He raised her face. He looked deep into her eyes, and the glory of her love grew in them, and her lips trembled as she lifted them ever so little for him to kiss.
A hundred men were at work clearing it away, and it was probable they would finish by noon. A gang boss, who had come back with telegraphic reports, said that half a dozen men had carried Quade's hand-car over the obstruction about midnight. It was seven o'clock when Aldous left for the Miette bottom. He believed that Joanne would be up.
Never had the preparation of a dinner seemed so slow to him, and a dozen times he found himself inwardly swearing at Tom, the Chinese cook. It was one o'clock before they sat down at the table and it was two o'clock when they arose. It was a quarter after two when Joanne and he left the bungalow. "Shall we wander up on the mountain?" he asked. "It would be fine to look down upon the explosion."
When they reached Tête Jaune he came to me. And I promised to go with him, Ladygray back to the Valley of Gold. He calls it that; but I I think of it as The Valley of Silent Men. It is not the gold, but the cavern with the soft white floor that is calling us." In her saddle Joanne had straightened.
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