We returned to the station, and later in the day I entertained Robertson and Heysham with the best luncheon I could procure, when for once we drank success to Number Forty in choice vintages.
“I can’t sufficiently thank you, Heysham,” I said when we shook hands. “Now, advise me about those cattle; and is there anything I can do for you?”
“Enjoyed the fun,” was the answer, “and you gave me a free passage to Winnipeg. I didn’t do it for that reason, but if you like to leave the disposal of those beasts to Ross & Grant, highest-class salesmen, promptest settlements, etc., I shall be pleased to trade with you. Sorry to intrude business, but after all I’m a drummer, and one must earn one’s bread and butter—see?”
I had much pleasure in agreeing, and Ross & Grant sold those beasts to my complete satisfaction and Jasper’s as well, while that was but the beginning of a profitable connection with them, and an acquaintance with Heysham, who was from the first a friend of Aline’s and is now sole partner in the firm. Still, though I returned to Fairmead with the proceeds, satisfied, it transpired that Thomas Fletcher was not yet past doing me a further injury.
CHAPTER XXIII
ON THE GOLD TRAIL
Nothing further of moment happened for a time. Fletcher, protesting his innocence, lay awaiting trial with his accomplices, and I had been warned that I should be called on to give evidence, which I was unwilling to do; and, after consulting a solicitor, I endeavored in the meantime to forget the disagreeable affair. Then one morning, when the snow lay thick on the shingles, and the creek in the ravine was frozen almost to the bottom, the fur-wrapped postman brought me a letter from Harry.
“I have only good news,” it ran. “We have piled up beams and stringers ahead of contract, and sold a number of logs a snow-slide brought us at a good profit, ready for floating down to a new sawmill in the valley. That, however, is by the way. As you know, Johnston has quartz reefs on the brain, and now fancies he is really on the track of one. There have been rumors of rich gold west of the Fraser, and one of our prospecting friends came in almost snow-blind with promising specimens. Nothing will stop Johnston, and I’m bitten myself, so the fact is we’re going up to find that gold. Of course, it’s the wrong time; but there’ll be a rush in spite of that. In short, we want you, and I managed to secure this railroad pass.”