Peter Sadler put down his pipe and looked steadfastly at the young man. “I wish to Heaven,” said he, “that there was a war goin’ on! I’d write a letter to the commander-in-chief and let you take it to him, and I’d tell him you was the bravest man between Hudson Bay and Patagonia. By George! I can’t understand it! I can’t understand how you could have the cheek, the unutterable brass, to come here and ask me—me, Peter Sadler—to let you court one of the ladies in a campin’-party of mine. And, what’s more, I can’t understand how I can sit here and hear you tell me that tale without picking up a chair and knocking you down with it.”
“Mr. Sadler,” said Martin, rising, “I have spoken to you fairly and squarely, and if that’s all you’ve got to say, I will go.”
“Sit down!” roared Peter, bringing his hand upon the table as if he would drive it’s legs through the floor. “Sit down, and listen to what I have to say to you. It’s the strangest thing that ever happened to me that I am not more angry with you than I am; but I can’t understand it, and I pass it by. Now that you are seated again, I will make some remarks on my side. Do you see that?” said he, picking up a letter on the table. “Do you see who it is addressed to?”
“To me!” exclaimed Martin, in surprise.
“Yes, it’s to you,” said Peter, “and I wrote it, and I intended to send it by Bill Hammond this afternoon. That’s the reason I was surprised when I saw you here. But I’m not goin’ to give it to you; I’d rather tell you what’s in it, now you are here. Before I knew you were the abject ninnyhammer that you have just told me you are I had a good opinion of you, and thought that you were cut out to make a first-class traveller and explorer—the sort of a fellow who could lead a surveying expedition through the wilderness, or work up new countries and find out what they are made of and what’s in them. Only yesterday I heard of a chance that ought to make you jump, and this morning I wrote to you about it. A friend of mine, who’s roughed it with me for many a day, is goin’ to take an expedition down into New Mexico in the interests of a railroad and minin’ company. They want to know everything about the country—the game, fish, trees, and plants, as well as the minerals—and it struck me that if you are not just the kind of man they want you could make yourself so in a very short time. They’d pay you well enough, and you’d have a chance to dip into natural history, and all that sort of thing, that you had no reason to expect for a dozen years to come, if it ever came. If such a chance had been offered to me at your age I wouldn’t have changed lots with a king. All you’ve got to do is to pack up and be off. The party starts from New York in just three days; I’ll give you a letter to Joe Hendricks, and that’ll be all you want. He knows me well enough to take you without a word. If you haven’t got money enough saved to fit yourself out for the trip I’ll lend you some, and you can pay me back when they pay you. You can take the train this afternoon and maybe you can see Hendricks to-night. So pack up what you want and leave what you don’t want, and I’ll take care of it. I’ll write to Hendricks now.”
Many times did the face of Martin flush and pale as he listened. A vision of Paradise had been opened before him, but he felt that he must shut his eyes.
“Mr. Sadler,” he said, “you are very kind. You offer me a great thing—a thing which two weeks ago I should have accepted in the twinkling of an eye, and would have thanked you for all the rest of my life; but I cannot take it now. With all my heart I love a woman; I have told her so, and I am now going on the path she told me to take. I cannot turn aside from that for any prospects in the world.”
Peter Sadler’s face grew red, and then it grew black, and then it turned red again, and finally resumed its ordinary brown.
“Martin Sanders,” said he, speaking quietly, but with one hand fastened upon the arm of his chair with a grasp which a horse could not have loosened, “if you are cowardly enough and small enough and paltry enough to go to a girl who is living in peace and comfort and ask her to marry you, when you know perfectly well that for years to come you could not give her a decent roof over her head, and that if her family wanted her to live like a Christian they would have to give her the money to do it with; and if you are fool enough not to know that when she sent you first to me and then to her mother she was tryin’ to get rid of you without hurtin’ your feelin’s, why, then, I want you to get out of my sight, and the quicker the better. But if you are not so low down as that, go to your room and pack up your bag. The coach will start for the train at three o’clock, and it is now nearly half-past two; that will just give me time to write to Hendricks. Go!”
Martin rose. Whatever happened afterwards, he must go now. It seemed to him as if the whole world had suddenly grown colder; as if he had been floating in a fog and had neared an iceberg. Could it be possible that she had spoken, as she had spoken, simply to get rid of him? He could not believe it. No one with such honest eyes could speak in that way; and yet he did not know what to believe.