The Magnetic North. Elizabeth Robins

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СКАЧАТЬ made some cawfee a little while back. Have some?"

      "No."

      "Better; it's A 1."

      "Where's Potts?"

      "Gone out for a little. Back soon." He poured out some of the strong, black decoction, and presented it to his companion. "Just try it. Finest cawfee in the world, sir."

      Mac poured it down without seeming to bother about tasting it.

      They sat quite still after that, till the Colonel said meditatively:

      "You and I had a little account to settle, didn't we?"

      "I'm ready."

      But neither moved for several moments.

      "See here, Mac: you haven't been ill or anything like that, have you?"

      "No." There was no uncertain note in the answer; if anything, there was in it more than the usual toneless decision. Mac's voice was machine-made—as innocent of modulation as a buzz-saw, and with the same uncompromising finality as the shooting of a bolt. "I'm ready to stand up against any man."

      "Good!" interrupted the Colonel. "Glad o' that, for I'm just longing to see you stand up—"

      Mac was on his feet in a flash.

      "You had only to say so, if you wanted to see me stand up against any man alive. And when I sit down again it's my opinion one of us two won't be good-lookin' any more."

      He pushed back the stools.

      "I thought maybe it was only necessary to mention it," said the Colonel slowly. "I've been wanting for a fortnight to see you stand up"—Mac turned fiercely—"against Samuel David MacCann."

      "Come on! I'm in no mood for monkeyin'!"

      "Nor I. I realise, MacCann, we've come to a kind of a crisis. Things in this camp are either going a lot better, or a lot worse, after to-day."

      "There's nothing wrong, if you quit asking dirty Jesuits to sit down with honest men."

      "Yes; there's something worse out o' shape than that."

      Mac waited warily.

      "When we were stranded here, and saw what we'd let ourselves in for, there wasn't one of us that didn't think things looked pretty much like the last o' pea time. There was just one circumstance that kept us from throwing up the sponge; we had a man in camp."

      The Colonel paused.

      Mac stood as expressionless as the wooden crane.

      "A man we all believed in, who was going to help us pull through." "That was you, I s'pose." Mac's hard voice chopped out the sarcasm.

      "You know mighty well who it was. The Boy's all right, but he's young for this kind o' thing—young and heady. There isn't much wrong with me that I'm aware of, except that I don't know shucks. Potts's petering out wasn't altogether a surprise, and nobody expected anything from O'Flynn till we got to Dawson, when a lawyer and a fella with capital behind him may come in handy. But there was one man—who had a head on him, who had experience, and who"—he leaned over to emphasise the climax—"who had character. It was on that man's account that I joined this party."

      Mac put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall. His face began to look a little more natural. The long sleep or the coffee had cleared his eyes.

      "Shall I tell you what I heard about that man last night?" asked the Colonel gravely.

      Mac looked up, but never opened his lips.

      "You remember you wouldn't sit here—"

      "The Boy was always in and out. The cabin was cold."

      "I left the Boy and O'Flynn at supper-time and went down to the Little Cabin to—"

      "To see what I was doin'—to spy on me."

      "Well, all right—maybe I was spying, too. Incidentally I wanted to tell you the cabin was hot as blazes, and get you to come to supper. I met Potts hurrying up for his grub, and I said, 'Where's Mac? Isn't he coming?' and your pardner's answer was: 'Oh, let him alone. He's got a flask in his bunk, swillin' and gruntin'; he's just in hog-heaven.'"

      "Damn that sneak!"

      "The man he was talkin' about, Mac, was the man we had all built our hopes on."

      "I'll teach Potts—"

      "You can't, Mac. Potts has got to die and go to heaven—perhaps to hell, before he'll learn any good. But you're a different breed. Teach MacCann."

      Mac suddenly sat down on the stool with his head in his hands.

      "The Boy hasn't caught on," said the Colonel presently, "but he said something this morning to show he was wondering about the change that's come over you."

      "That I don't split wood all day, I suppose, when we've got enough for a month. Potts doesn't either. Why don't you go for Potts?"

      "As the Boy said, I don't care about Potts. It's Mac that matters."

      "Did the Boy say that?" He looked up.

      The Colonel nodded.

      "After you had made that chimney, you know, you were a kind of hero in his eyes."

      Mac looked away. "The cabin's been cold," he muttered.

      "We are going to remedy that."

      "I didn't bring any liquor into camp. You must admit that I didn't intend—"

      "I do admit it."

      "And when O'Flynn said that about keeping his big demijohn out of the inventory and apart from the common stores, I sat on him."

      "So you did."

      "I knew it was safest to act on the 'medicinal purposes' principle."

      "So it is."

      "But I wasn't thinking so much of O'Flynn. I was thinking of … things that had happened before … for … I'd had experience. Drink was the curse of Caribou. It's something of a scourge up in Nova Scotia … I'd had experience."

      "You did the very best thing possible under the circumstances." Mac was feeling about after his self-respect, and must be helped to get hold of it. "I realise, too, that the temptation is much greater in cold countries," said the Kentuckian unblushingly. "Italians and Greeks don't want fiery drinks half as much as Russians and Scandinavians—haven't the same craving as Nova Scotians and cold-country people generally, I suppose. But that only shows, temperance is of more vital importance in the North."

      "That's right! It's not much in my line to shift blame, even when I don't deserve it; but you know so much you might as well know … it wasn't I who opened that demijohn first."

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