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And when that time comes Nature doesn't do much to help us out." Nancy sat up. "What are you doing? That great Sachigo!" she demanded challengingly. "You're building, building one magnificent enterprise. Is there happiness in it for you?" "Sure," Bull admitted frankly. "Oh, yes. But I've no illusions," he said. "I don't go back on the things I said.
"Well?" he repeated. The agent laid his hat on the ornate desk, and removed his gloves with care and deliberation. "I'm just back from Sachigo," he said. "Hah!" The financier settled himself more comfortably in his chair, and returned his cigar to his gross mouth. "Tell me," he demanded. "Easy. Things are moving our way."
There was not an ounce of superfluous flesh under the curiously clerical garments he lived in. "Why, right away, child," he said, with simple confidence. "I'll just need to wait for a brief 'freeze-up' to get through the mud around Sachigo. Once on the highlands inside there'll be snow and ice for six weeks or more. I told Sternford this morning I was ready to pull out.
I didn't know about it till I was safe down in the saloon. I woke up then, and he was carrying me " "Sternford?" The change in the man's eyes had deepened. Then his smile came back to them. But that, too, was different. It was curiously fixed and hard. "You've gone a bit too fast for me," he said. "I don't get things right. Sternford, the man running Sachigo was with you on the Myra?
Well, right after I located this feller, Sternford, coming into Sachigo, I got word of some stuff reported from one of your own camps way out north-west of Lake St. Anac. Guess it's about the farthest north in that direction, and it's cut off from any other camp by a hundred miles. On the face of it the stuff didn't seem to need more than a single thought.
Nancy, no less than Father Adam and those others, to whom the early thaw meant so much, watched the passing of winter with the closest interest. But her interest owed its origin to a far different inspiration. She knew it meant that her time at Sachigo was nearing its end, and the future with all its barrenness was staring at her.
The man who counted for everything in his rugged life. He raised his blood-shot eyes to his companion's face. "If Father Adam passes, I'm done with Sachigo, Bull," he declared almost desperately. "It 'ud break me to death. You can't know the thing that feller means to me. You know him for the sort of missioner all these folks guess he is. That's how he'd have you know him.
Since then my notion's proved itself. He's lit out. He's cut from his gopher hole at Sachigo. An' when a gopher gets away from his hole, the man with the gun has him dead set. But say, that muss up you reckon I made doesn't look that way when you know the things it's taught me.
"We can do better in the way of roads up at Sachigo," he said with a belated smile. "You surely can," Nancy admitted readily. "The roads down here in the old town are terrible. This old city of ours could fill pages of history. It's got beauties, too, you couldn't find anywhere else in the world. But it seems to need most of the things a city needs to make it the place we folk reckon it is."
He had dreamed a wonderful dream since first he had beheld the charming fur-clad figure enter his office at Sachigo. He had realised, even in those first moments, the impish act of Fate. Nancy McDonald was the one woman in the world who could mean life real life to him, and they were definitely arrayed against each other in the battle for commercial supremacy in which they were both engaged.
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