"The funny man with the blues?"
"Exactly! He was at work on a hydraulic project near Dawson the last I
heard of him. Dr. Gray is practising in Seattle, and Parker, the chief
engineer, has a position of great responsibility in Boston. He is the
brains of our outfit, you understand; it was really he who made the
North Pass & Yukon possible. The others are scattered out in the same
way, but they'd all come if I called them." The first note of pride she
had detected crept into his voice when he said: "My 'boys' are never
idle. They don't have to be, after working with me."
"And what is your part of the work?" asked the girl.
"I? Oh, I'm like Marcelline, the clown at the Hippodrome--always
pretending to help, but forever keeping underfoot. When it becomes
necessary I raise the money to keep the performance going."
"Do you really mean that all those men would give up their positions
and come to you if you sent for them?"
"By the first train, or afoot, if there were no other way. They'd
follow me to the Philippines or Timbuctoo, regardless of their homes
and their families."
"That is splendid! You must feel very proud of inspiring such loyalty,"
said Natalie. "But why are you idle now? Surely there are railroads to
be built somewhere."
"Yes, I was asked to figure on a contract in Manchuria the other day. I
could have had it easily, and it would have meant my everlasting
fortune, but--"
"But what?"
"I found it isn't a white man's country. It's sickly and unsafe. Some
of my 'boys' would die before we finished it, and the game isn't worth
that price. No, I'll wait. Something better will turn up. It always
does."
As Natalie looked upon that kindly, square-hewn face with its tracery
of lines about the eyes, its fine, strong jaw, and its indefinable
expression of power, she began to understand more fully why those with
whom she had talked had spoken of Murray O'Neil with an almost
worshipful respect. She felt very insignificant and purposeless as she
huddled there beside him, and her complacence at his attentions
deepened into a vivid sense of satisfaction. Thus far he had spoken
entirely of men; she wondered if he ever thought of women, and thrilled
a bit at the intimacy that had sprung up between them so quickly and
naturally.
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