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It was spring in the Three Rivet country. Over night almost, it seemed, the gentler season had come. Even the great, moining Atha basca River had softenel its voice. When it first broke the ice-ribbed barriers of winter it had howled, and groaned and roared with re lease of pent-up power, crashing and pounding at the shuddering ice floes. But now, the initial bat tle over with, it had lowered its voice to a crooning, lisping mur mur, its coppery flood sliding swiftly away to the northward, where, thousands of miles distant, those waters would finally hold rendezvous with the silent Artie sea. John Benham, bent over the in tricacies of a splice in a mooring 5- __1 1 1 __ 1 _1_1 C_ niiV) rv injiivu aj jiv. nviuvui O ing in the depths of his great chest was a wild, haunting happiness, which always came to him when the far, dim trails were open and— beckoning. His face, bent eagerly to his work, was lean and brown, with brow, nose, lips and chin cleanly and strongly carven. His eyes, deepset, steady and sparkling grey, were flawless in their clarity. His heavy flannel shirt clung to wide, sloping shoulders and opened at the front to disclose a bronzed, pillar like throat. His hands, weav ing cunningly at the hemp, were big, strong and nimble. The tre mendous virility of fhe man seem ed to glow from him like some strange and powerful current. Ellen Mackay, standing there on the crest of the sloping bank, distinctly sensed that current. It almost frightened her, yet it seem ed also to awaken a nameless, re sponsive thrill which speeded the beat of her heart and set her pulses throbbing. And where she had ap proached in thej^irst place with a surety that verged almost on arro gance, she now hesitated, swayed by a curious timidity. The man was unconscious of her proximity. The song of the river had covered her light-footed ap proach. His bared head was bent over his work. Beyond him, about the remains of the noon fire, i < 1 f • P £ t. sprawled Lilt Sleeping AVAL Ills VAL ***•» men, while still farther on, five great, loaded freight scows tugged at twanging mooring ropes and shifted to and fro as though they also knew the call of spring and wero eaeer to storm the far leaguej of the lonely island. FJlen Mackay coughed, and was suddenly furious with herself to find that it had been a! most apol ogetic cough indeed. The man’s eyes lifted with alert swiftness, rested on the slim figure of the girl for a moment of startled wonder, then he rose to his feet with a little surge of power which rippled over him like the wind across a sea of grass. "You—you are John Benham?” Only by the strongest effort of ’ will was Ellen able to keep her tone casual and business-like. The impact of this man’s eyes were al I most hypnotic. No wonder John ; Benham, the free trader, was such a power among the fur gatherers of the North. . j j "Yes,” came the quiet deep ! tones. "I am Benham.” | "I am Ellen Mackay. I have to : leave immediately for Fort Elson. II had planned to go with De Soto’s j brigade, but I was delayed at Ed-; monton and De Soto has gone on, without me. Pat McClatchney tells! me that you leave in the morning. ! If you will give me passage to Fort Edson I will see that you are well paid for your trouble.” For a moment Benham did not| I answer. His eyes rested steadily on; | the girl, unwavering, startlingly j clear. Yet he did not look at her asj | other men had looked. His gaze j ! was speculative, not personal—1 ! thoughtful, not amorous. | Presently he spoke. "You are: ! Ellen Mackay. Then your father is | Angus Mackay. Hudson Bay factor; at Fort Elson?” | "Yes. Angus Mackay is my fa-1 ! ther.” ; A queer, hard light grew into being in Beoham’s eyes and he' shook his head slowly. "I’m afraid | ; that makes your request impossible , Miss.” | Ellen stiffened, spots of colour j glowing on her smooth cheeks. “11 —1 do not understand.” Strange fires flashed in his eyes. It was plain that he had pust caught himself in time to keep from ex ploding into open rage. Suddenly he dropped to his knees and bent over his work again. "I’m truly sorry, Miss Mackay,” he finished quietly. "But it is impossible.” For a long moment Ellen stood, swayed by many emotions, of which a rising anger was upper most. This was the most unusual experience in her life. Why, the man had acted almost like a churl. His flat refusal was stunning with its impact, the more so because it had been so unexpected. For, dur ing the past four years, men had viewed with one another to jump to Ellen Mackey’s bidding. They had gloried in alceding to her slight est request. IHer four years at college in Winnipeg had been one long reign over all things mascu line. Unconsciously this adulation had spoiled her. She had known no other law but that of her own personal whim. Men, apparently, were just automatons made to be commanded. Yet, this man, this big, virile, savage had flatly denied her. Ellen’s imperious head lifted, her rounded little chin stiffened, and she turned on her heel anl walked away. Unknown to her, John Benham watched her departure. A look of Benham shook his head slowly, "F impossi i Benham looked at her curiously. "This is your first season in the north for some time, isn’t it?” he, asked. "Y—yes. I’ve been to sihool at Winnepeg.” "Then it is natural that you would not understand. Should youi go north with my brigade your fa- j ther would disown you. For I am Benham, a free trader—the free, trader in your father’s life. Myj name is anathema to him. He hates] me unforgivably. Fie curses the very thought of my existence. He] even . . . ’’Benham bit off further( words with a click of his teeth.] His great chest arched and his fists! clenched to hard, brown knots J -----—i ti afraid that makes your request >le, Miss.” regret clouded his face, and there, was grudging admiration mingled with that regret. It would be a cold man indeed who could not admire Ellen Mackay, and John Benham was not cold. The city had failed utterly in despoiling the physicial birthright of Ellen Mackay. She was sturdy, buoyant, intensely alive. There was no sickly, boudoir langour about her slender and vibrant body. Her stride was free, natural and full of grace. She did not slouch. She stood erect, proudly so, and the rich colour in her smooth, olive cheeks had been placed there by a benevolent nature, not by the chemistry of man. Her features were lovely in their regularity and as cleanly etched as a pine ridge against the sunset. Her eyes were level, dark and aglow with the joy of life. And her hair was truly her crowning glory, a rich blue black cloud of crisp curls. The thought of such a girl as this sitting by his side during the long brisk days and mysterious nights of the river voyage ahead, stirred John Benham deeply. But only for a moment did such truant .1 t . • 1 it ..... < Liiuugma w lLii ilim. Wltn 2 hardening of his jaw and a shrug of his shoulders he discarded them. She was the daughter of Angus Mack ay, which, in John Benham’s eyes, seemed a damning fact beyond any correction. And so he went on with his work, though some of the cheer of his mood had departed. When Ellen Mackay re-entered Pat McCIatchney’s little store there at Athabasca Landing, her anger and disappointment were easily ap parent to the big, genial store keeper. He—he turned me down— flat,” she burst out. "He’s a brute.” Kindly old Pat nodded commis eratingly. "Ay,” he mumbled. "Ay lass, he is a brute—but rather a magnificent brute at that. I das afraid. Noc is ye had gone to him as old Pat suggested, and used a wee bit of trickery on him, no doubt he would have been glad tc take ye. *Twas the fact that ye are Angus Mackay’s lass that spoiled things, I’ll wager.” "It appeared to be,” admitted Ellen. "But I don’t see why that should have made any difference. If he and my father have disagreed over something it is no reason why he should vent his spleen on me. 1 never saw such a mannerless clod. And as far as telling him I was someone else besides my true self— I wouldn’t think of it. I—I’ll al mit it looks like my last chance to get north, but I won’t lie, even for that.” Pat sucked on his malodorous, black briar for a time in silence. "Let’s get our heads together, lass,” he said at last. "I have a wee idea that may be of value.” At first Ellen shook her head in flat denial as Pat unfolded his scheme to her. But the more she thought it over the more the wild daring of the thing intrigued her. In addition, when she had told Pat, on arriving at Athabasca Landing, that it was imperative that she go north immediately to join her fath er, she had meant every word of it. Old Amgus Mackay was a proud and haughty man and, knowing him as she did. Ellen knew that only the direst necessity could have caused him to write as he had in the letter she had received from him on the day she graduated from college. Her father needed her. Just why, she could only guess at. But he needed her, and the blood of the Mackays had al ways been thick and clannish. And that was why Ellen put aside her own feelings in the matter and fin ally agreed to Pat’s plan. "I’ll do it,” she said thoughfully. "I’ll do it—if you can make the arrangements as you suggest.” There was little in the way of packing for Ellen to do. During her years at college she had not forgotten that the north country was a country of essentials, not frills. A suitcase and a small trunk was all the baggage she had brought, and if it became neces sary, she was ready to discard the trunk. So she soon had things in Miapc, men scretcneta out ior a lit tie rest on the blankets of her bunk. At first the tumult of her thoughts made even, a hint of sleep impossible. She heard old Pat clumping about in the store, and after a bit came the rumble of his voice as he talked for a time with i someone. Ellen’s thoughts soon * came back to John Benham. , Her mini \ is ma'de'up to the fact that I she disliked him thoroughly. But when she endeavoured to isolate the reason for this she failed to get very far. In spite of the unreason able rancour she felt, she had to admit, in all fairness, that her charge of rudeness on his part was not correct. She had asked him a question and he had given her a straightforward answer. That it had not been the answer she had desired and expected did not con stitute rudeness. His words and manner had been respectful, but none the less adamant. And it was this latter fact, though Ellen hard ly realized it, which had aroused her. A masterful man. Ugh! How she loathed masterful men. With a little throb of conternation she rpmpmKprprl fliaf cimnlv Kv o-lanr ing at her he had shattered her self-aplomb in a most disturbing manner. And so John Benham and her father were at loggerheads. Very well, if Angus Mackay hated this free trader, then Angus Mackay’s daughter would hate him also. She settled this fact in her mind with a clack of her little white teeth. She felt she could trust her father’s judgment in such a matter. She wondered again just what the issue was between her father and John Benham. She mused over this to doze and soon fell asleep. It was dark when she awoke. Pat McClatchney was shaking her gently by the shoulder. "Come, lass,” the old fellow murmured. "Pierre Buschard is here. 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