British -- Canada -- Fiction; Love stories; Ranchers -- Canada, Western -- Fiction
He led the way to the little table at the window, and while Mrs. Devine
went on with her sewing and Barbara took up a book again, Brooke
unrolled the plan he had made with some difficulty. Then the men
discussed it until Devine said, "You can start in when it pleases you,
and my clerk will hand you the dollars as soon as you are through. How
long do you figure it will take you?"
"Three or four months," said Brooke, and looking up saw that the girl's
eyes were fixed on him. She turned them away next moment, but he felt
that she had heard him and they would be companions that long.
"Well," said Devine, "it's quite likely we will be up here part, at
least, of the time. Now you'll have to put on more men, and I haven't
forgotten what you admitted the day I drove you in to the settlement.
You'll want a good many dollars to pay them."
"If you will give me a written contract, I dare say I can borrow them
from a bank agent or mortgage broker on the strength of it."
"Oh, yes," said Devine, drily. "It's quite likely you can, but he would
charge you a percentage that's going to make a big hole in the profit."
"I'm afraid I haven't any other means of getting the money."
"Well," said Devine, "I rather think you have. In fact, I'll lend it you
as the work goes on."
Brooke felt distinctly uncomfortable and sat silent a moment, for this
was the last thing he had desired or expected.
"I have really no claim on you, sir," he said at length. "In this
province payment is very seldom made until the work is done, and quite
often not until a long while afterwards."
Devine smiled drily. "I guess that is my business. Now is there any
special reason you shouldn't borrow those dollars from me?"
Brooke felt that there was a very good one, but it was one he could not
well make plain to Devine. He was troubled by an unpleasant sense of
meanness already, and felt that it would be almost insufferable to have
a kindness thrust upon him by his companion. He was, though he would not
look at her, also sensible that Barbara Heathcote was watching him
covertly, and decided that what he and Devine had said had been
perfectly audible in the silent room.
"I would, at least, prefer to grapple with the financial difficulty in
my own way, sir," he said.
Devine made a little gesture of indifference. "Then, if you should want
a few dollars at any time you know where to come for them. Now, I guess
we're through with the business and you can talk to Mrs. Devine--who has
been there--about the Old Country."
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