The flush slowly darkened as he turned and said deliberately--'It's not like you, Connor, to be an ass of that peculiar kind.
Love!--not exactly! She won't fall in love unless--' and he stopped abruptly with his eyes upon Craig.
But Craig met him with unshrinking gaze, quietly remarking, 'Her heart is under the pines'; and we moved on, each thinking his own thoughts, and guessing at the thoughts of the others.
We were on our way to Craig's shack, and as we passed the saloon Slavin stepped from the door with a salutation. Graeme paused.
'Hello, Slavin! I got rather the worst of it, didn't I?'
Slavin came near, and said earnestly, 'It was a dirty thrick altogether; you'll not think it was moine, Mr. Graeme.'
'No, no, Slavin! you stood up like a man,' said Graeme cheerfully.
'And you bate me fair; an' bedad it was a nate one that laid me out; an' there's no grudge in me heart till ye.'
'All right, Slavin; we'll perhaps understand each other better after this.'
'An' that's thrue for yez, sor; an' I'll see that your byes don't get any more than they ask for,' replied Slavin, backing away.
'And I hope that won't be much,' put in Mr. Craig; but Slavin only grinned.
When we came to Craig's shack Graeme was glad to rest in the big chair.
Craig made him a cup of tea, while I smoked, admiring much the deft neatness of the minister's housekeeping, and the gentle, almost motherly, way he had with Graeme.
In our talk we drifted into the future, and Craig let us see what were his ambitions. The railway was soon to come; the resources were, as yet, unexplored, but enough was known to assure a great future for British Columbia. As he talked his enthusiasm grew, and carried us away. With the eye of a general he surveyed the country, fixed the strategic points which the Church must seize upon. Eight good men would hold the country from Fort Steele to the coast, and from Kootenay to Cariboo.
'The Church must be in with the railway; she must have a hand in the shaping of the country. If society crystallises without her influence, the country is lost, and British Columbia will be another trap-door to the bottomless pit.'
'What do you propose?' I asked.
'Organising a little congregation here in Black Rock.'
'How many will you get?'
'Don't know.'
'Pretty hopeless business,' I said.
'Hopeless! hopeless!' he cried; 'there were only twelve of us at first to follow Him, and rather a poor lot they were. But He braced them up, and they conquered the world.'
'But surely things are different,' said Graeme.
'Things? Yes! yes! But He is the same.' His face had an exalted look, and his eyes were gazing into far-away places.
'A dozen men in Black Rock with some real grip of Him would make things go. We'll get them, too,' he went on in growing excitement.
'I believe in my soul we'll get them.'
'Look here, Craig; if you organise I'd like to join,' said Graeme impulsively. 'I don't believe much in your creed or your Church, but I'll be blowed if I don't believe in you.'
Craig looked at him with wistful eyes, and shook his head. 'It won't do, old chap, you know. I can't hold you. You've got to have a grip of some one better than I am; and then, besides, Ihardly like asking you now'; he hesitated--'well, to be out-and-out, this step must be taken not for my sake, nor for any man's sake, and I fancy that perhaps you feel like pleasing me just now a little.'
'That I do, old fellow,' said Graeme, putting out his hand. 'I'll be hanged if I won't do anything you say.'
'That's why I won't say,' replied Craig. Then reverently he added, 'the organisation is not mine. It is my Master's.'
'When are you going to begin?' asked Graeme.
'We shall have our communion service in two weeks, and that will be our roll-call.'
'How many will answer?' I asked doubtfully.
'I know of three,' he said quietly.
'Three! There are two hundred miners and one hundred and fifty lumbermen! Three!' and Graeme looked at him in amazement. 'You think it worth while to organise three?'
'Well,' replied Craig, smiling for the first time, 'the organisation won't be elaborate, but it will be effective, and, besides, loyalty demands obedience.'
We sat long that afternoon talking, shrinking from the breaking up;for we knew that we were about to turn down a chanter in our lives which we should delight to linger over in after days. And in my life there is but one brighter. At last we said good-bye and drove away; and though many farewells have come in between that day and this, none is so vividly present to me as that between us three men. Craig's manner with me was solemn enough. '"He that loveth his life"; good-bye, don't fool with this,' was what he said to me.
But when he turned to Graeme his whole face lit up. He took him by the shoulders and gave him a little shake, looking into his eyes, and saying over and over in a low, sweet tone--'You'll come, old chap, you'll come, you'll come. Tell me you'll come.'
And Graeme could say nothing in reply, but only looked at him.
Then they silently shook hands, and we drove off. But long after we had got over the mountain and into the winding forest road on the way to the lumber-camp the voice kept vibrating in my heart, 'You'll come, you'll come,' and there was a hot pain in my throat.
We said little during the drive to the camp. Graeme was thinking hard, and made no answer when I spoke to him two or three times, till we came to the deep shadows of the pine forest, when with a little shiver he said--'It is all a tangle--a hopeless tangle.'
'Meaning what?' I asked.
'This business of religion--what quaint varieties--Nelson's, Geordie's, Billy Breen's--if he has any--then Mrs. Mavor's--she is a saint, of course--and that fellow Craig's. What a trump he is!--and without his religion he'd be pretty much like the rest of us.
It is too much for me.'
His mystery was not mine. The Black Rock varieties of religion were certainly startling; but there was undoubtedly the streak of reality though them all, and that discovery I felt to be a distinct gain.
