The sun had dipped behind a high black ridge¹ crested² with ragged⁴ pines, when Jimmy, dressed in brown overalls⁵ and a seaman⁶’s jersey⁷, sat cooking supper on a stony⁸ beach of Vancouver Island. In front of him the landlocked sea ran back, glimmering⁹ with a steely luster¹⁰, into the east; behind, where the inlet reached the hillfoot, stood the City of the Springs, which then consisted of a shut-down sawmill, a row of dilapidated wooden houses, and two second-rate hotels. Shadowed by climbing pinewoods, sheltered by the rocks, the site was perhaps as beautiful as any in the romantic province of British Columbia, though man’s crude handiwork defaced its sylvan¹¹ charm with rusty¹² iron chimney-stacks, rows of blackened fir-stumps, and unsightly sawdust heaps. For all that, giant, primeval forest rolled close up to it, and in front lay the untainted sea. The air had in it a curious exhilarating quality; the balsamic scent¹⁴ of the firs mingled¹⁵ with the sharp odors of drying weed, tar¹⁶, and cedar¹⁷ shavings that lay about the camp; and Jimmy, stooping over his frying-pan, sniffed¹⁸ the air with satisfaction. These were odors that belonged to the sea and the wilds; and he had lately renounced¹⁹ the comforts of civilization and embarked²⁰ upon an adventure that appealed to him.  
Near him, a man with a rugged²¹, weatherbeaten face was engaged in fitting a plank²² into the bilge of a hauled-up sloop²³. She was a small but shapely vessel²⁴ of about forty feet in length, and had been built after a design adopted by a famous yacht club on the Atlantic coast. Jimmy could see that she was fast; but she had been put to base uses, and had suffered from neglect. As a matter of fact, he never learned her history, and had always some doubt as to whether the man from whom he and his companion bought her had an indisputable right to sell her.
 
Moran had been a Nova Scotian lobster²⁵ catcher before he came to British Columbia to engage in the new halibut fishery, which had proved disappointing. Bethune, who lay upon the shingle²⁶ in garments much the worse for wear, was a “remittance man,” with a cheerful expression and a stock of unvarying good humor. It was some time since he had engaged in any exacting²⁷ occupation, and now, after using the saw all day, he was resting from his unaccustomed exertions²⁹ and bantering³⁰ Moran.
 
Jimmy had met them both in a second-rate Vancouver boarding-house, to which he had resorted after failing to find a ship, and working on the wharf³¹. He might have sailed before the mast, but he knew that when he next applied³² for a berth³³ on board a liner he must account for his voyagings, and the fact that he had served as able seaman would not recommend him. When there was no cargo³⁴ to be handled, he worked in the great Hastings mill; but he promptly³⁵ discovered that he would never grow rich by this means; and the unrelaxing physical effort, demanded by foremen who knew how to drive hard, began to pall³⁶ on him. He could have stood it had he come fresh from the sailing ships, but he frankly³⁷ admitted that it was trying to a mailboat officer. He had, however, some small savings³⁸, and when Bethune proposed a venture, in which Moran joined, Jimmy agreed.
 
“Hank,” Bethune drawled, after watching Moran for several minutes, “you Maritime³⁹ Provinces people are a hard and obstinate⁴⁰ lot, but you won’t get the plank in that way if you stick at it until to-morrow.”
 
Moran looked up with the sweat dripping from his brow.
 
“I surely hate to be beat,” he admitted. “I can spring her plumb⁴¹ up lengthways, but her edges won’t bend into the frames.”
 
“Exactly. This isn’t a cod-fishing dory or a lobster punt. Take your plane and hollow the plank up the middle.”
 
After doing as he was instructed, Moran had not much trouble in fitting it into place.
 
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” he asked.
 
“I’ve known you some time,” Bethune answered with a grin. “There are people to whom you can’t show the easiest way until they’ve tried the hardest one and found it won’t do. It’s not their fault; I hold you can’t make a man responsible for his temperament⁴²—and it’s a point on which I speak feelingly, because my temperament has been my bane.”
 
“How d’you know these things, anyway? I mean about bending planks⁴³. You never allowed you’d been a boatbuilder.”
 
“Do you expect a man to exhibit all his talents? Here’s another tip. Don’t nail that plank home now. Leave it shored up until morning, and you’ll get it dead close then with a wedge or two. And now, if Jimmy hasn’t burned the grub, I think we’ll have supper.”
 
The meal might have been better, but Moran admitted that he had often eaten worse, and afterward⁴⁴ they lay about on the shingle and lighted their pipes. Bethune, as usual, was the first to speak.
 
“The lumber⁴⁵, and the canvas Jimmy gets to work upon to-morrow, have emptied the treasury,” he remarked. “If we incur⁴⁶ any further liabilities, there’s a strong probability of their not being met; but that gives the job an interest. Prudence⁴⁷ is a cold-blooded quality, which no man of spirit has much use for. To help yourself may be good, but doing so consistently often makes it harder to help the other fellow.”
 
“When you have finished moralizing we’ll get to business,” Jimmy rejoined. “Though I’m a partner in the scheme, I know very little yet about the wreck⁴⁸ you’re taking us up to look for. Try to be practical.”
 
“Moran is practical enough for all three of us. I’ll let him tell the tale; but I’ll premise⁴⁹ by saying that when he found the halibut fishing much less remunerative⁵⁰ than it was cracked up to be, he sailed up the northwest coast with another fellow to trade with the Indians for furs. It was then he found the vessel.”
 
“The reef,” said Moran, “lies open to the south-west, and I got seven fathoms⁵¹ close alongside it at low water. A mile off, and near a low island, a bank runs out into the stream, and the after-half of the wreck lies on the edge of it, worked well down in the sand. At low ebb⁵² you can see the end of one or two timbers sticking up out of the broken water.”
 
“Is it always broken water?” Jimmy interrupted.
 
“Pretty near, I guess. Though there’s a rise and fall on the island beach, the stream ran steady to the northeast at about two miles an hour, the whole week we lay sheltering in the bight, and the swell⁵³ it brings in makes a curling sea on the edge of the shoals.”
 
“Doesn’t seem a nice place for a diving job. How did you get down to her?”
 
“Stripped and swam down. One day when it fell a flat calm for a few hours and Jake was busy patching the sail, I pulled the dory across. I wanted to find out what those timbers belonged to, and I knew I had to do it then, because the ice was coming in, and we must clear with the first fair wind. Well, I got a turn of the dory’s painter round a timber, and went down twice, seeing bottom at about three fathoms with the water pretty clear. The sand was well up her bilge, but she was holding together, and when I swam round to the open end of her there didn’t seem much in the way except the orlop beams. I could have walked right aft under decks if I’d had a diving dress; but I’d been in the water long enough, and a sea fog was creeping up.”
 
Moran apparently⁵⁴ thought little of his exploit; but Jimmy could appreciate the hardihood he had shown. The wreck lay far up on the northern coast, where the sea was chilled by currents from the Pole, and Moran had gone down to her when the ice was working in. Jimmy could imagine the tiny dory lurching over the broken swell, and the half-frozen man painfully crawling on board her with many precautions to avoid a capsize, while the fog that might prevent his return to his vessel crept across the water. It was an adventure that required unusual strength and courage.
 
“Why didn’t you take your partner out with you?” he asked.
 
“I’d seen Jake play some low-down tricks when we traded for the few furs we got, and I suspicioned he wasn’t acting²⁸ square with me. Anyhow, he allowed he didn’t take much count of abandoned wrecks⁵⁵, and when he saw I’d brought nothing back, he never asked me about her.”
 
“But if she was lost on the reef, how did she reach the bank a mile away?”
 
“I can’t tell you that, but I guess she shook her engines out after she broke her back, and then slipped off into deeper water. The stream and surge of sea may have worked her along the bottom.”
 
“It came out that she had only a little rock ballast in her,” Bethune explained. “There may not have been enough to pin her down; but the important point is that the strong-room was aft, and Hank says that part is sound.”
 
Jimmy nodded.
 
“Suppose you tell me all you know about the matter,” he said.
 
It was characteristic of both of them that when they first discussed the venture the one had been content with sketchily⁵⁶ outlining his plans, and the other had not demanded many details. The project appealed to their imagination, and once they had decided⁵⁷ upon it the necessary preparations had occupied all their attention.
 
Leaning back against a boulder⁵⁸, Bethune refilled and lighted his pipe. His clothes were far from new, and were freely stained with tar, but he spoke⁵⁹ clean English, and his face suggested intelligence and refinement⁶⁰.
 
“Very well,” he said. “When Hank mentioned his discovery I thought I saw an opportunity of the kind I’d been waiting for; and I took some trouble to find out what I could about the vessel. She was an old wooden propeller⁶¹ that came round Cape⁶² Horn a good many years ago. When she couldn’t compete with modern steamboats, they strengthened her for a whaler, and she knocked about the Polar Sea; but she burned too much coal for that business, and wouldn’t work well under sail. It looked as if there wasn’t a trade in which she could make a living; but the Klondyke rush began, and somebody bought her cheap, and ran her up to Juneau, in Alaska, and afterward to Nome. There were better boats, but they were packed full, fore¹³ and aft, and the crowd going north was not fastidious: all it wanted was to get on the goldfields as soon as possible. Well, she made a number of trips all right, though I believe her owners had trouble when the pressure eased and the United States passenger-carrying regulations began to be properly applied. It was probably because no other boat was available that a small mining syndicate, which seems to have done pretty well, shipped a quantity of gold down from the north in her. Besides this, she brought out a number of miners, who had been more or less successful. Something went wrong with the engines when she had been a day or two at sea; but they got sail on her, and she drove south before a fresh gale⁶³ until she struck the reef on a hazy⁶⁴ night. It broke her back, and the after hold was flooded a few minutes after she struck. The strong-room was under water, there was no time to cut down to it; but they got the boats away, and after the crew and passengers were picked up, a San Francisco salvage⁶⁵ company thought it worth while to attempt the recovery of the gold. It was late in the season when their tug⁶⁶ reached the spot, and the ice drove her off the reef; the sea was generally heavy, and after a week or two they threw up the contract. The underwriters paid all losses, and that was the end of the matter. It is only the drifting of the stern half into shoal water that gives us our chance. Now I think you know as much as I do.”
 
Jimmy sat thoughtfully silent for a few minutes, realizing that it was a reckless venture he had undertaken. The wreck lay in unfrequented waters which were swept by angry currents that brought in the ice, vexed⁶⁷ by sudden gales⁶⁸, and often wrapped in fog. The appliances the party had been able to procure⁶⁹ were of the cheapest description, and there was a risk in making the long voyage in so small a vessel as the sloop. Still, Jimmy’s fortunes needed a desperate remedy, and he was not much daunted⁷⁰ by the difficulties he must face.
 
“Well,” he said, “I suppose we have some chance; but I don’t quite see what made you so keen on taking up the thing.”
 
“It’s explainable,” Bethune drawled, picking up a pebble⁷¹ and lazily flipping⁷² it out over the water. “Victoria’s a handsome city, and the views from it are good. For all that, when you can find no occupation, and have spent some years lounging about the waterfront and the bars of cheap hotels, the place, to put it mildly, loses its charm.”
 
“You could leave it. As a matter of fact, I met you at Vancouver.”
 
“Oh, yes. I could leave it for a maximum period of thirty days, because, with the exception of Sundays and one or two holidays, I was required to present myself at a lawyer’s office on the first of every month. Then I was paid enough to keep me, with rigid⁷³ economy, for the next four weeks; but on the first occasion I failed to come up to time the allowance was to stop for good. It’s a system that has some advantages for the people who provide the funds in the old country, since it assures the payee’s stopping where he is—but it has its drawbacks for the latter. How can a man get a job and hold it anywhere outside the town if he must return at a fixed⁷⁴ hour every month? When I was in Vancouver it cost me a large share of the allowance to collect it.”
 
“And now, by going north, you throw it up?”
 
“Exactly,” said Bethune. “It should have been done before, but, as I had never been taught to work or go without my dinner, the course I am at last taking needed some moral courage. It’s sink or swim now.”
 
Jimmy made a sign of agreement. All the money he possessed⁷⁵ had been sunk in the undertaking⁷⁶; and now, in order to get it back, he must succeed where a well-equipped salvage expedition had failed. Though the wreck had since changed her position, the prospects⁷⁷ were not very encouraging.
 
“Well,” he said, “we must do the best we can; but I wish our funds had run to a better supply of stores.”
 
“Hank can fish,” grinned Bethune. “In fact, he’ll have to whenever there’s anything to catch. Fortunately, fish is wholesome⁷⁸ and sustaining. However, as this job must be finished to-morrow, we had better get to sleep early.”
 
Jimmy sat smoking for a few minutes after the others went on board the sloop. It was getting dark, but a band of pure green light still glimmered⁷⁹ along the crest³ of the black ridge to the west. The air was cold and very still, and gray wood smoke hung in gauzy wreaths above the roofs of the town. The tall pines were growing blurred⁸⁰, but their keen, sweet fragrance⁸¹ hung about the beach, and the smooth swell lapped with a drowsy⁸² murmur⁸³ upon the shingle.
 
Jimmy loved the sea; and now he was to go afloat again, in his own vessel, bound by no restrictions⁸⁴ except the necessity for making the voyage pay. This would not be easy; but there was a romance about the undertaking that gave it a zest⁸⁵.