Gregory St. Vincent swiftly became an important factor in the social life of Dawson. As a representative of the Amalgamated¹ Press Association, he had brought with him the best credentials² a powerful influence could obtain, and over and beyond, he was well qualified³ socially by his letters of introduction. It developed in a quiet way that he was a wanderer and explorer of no small parts, and that he had seen life and strife⁴ pretty well all over the earth's crust. And withal, he was so mild and modest about it, that nobody, not even among the men, was irritated by his achievements. Incidentally, he ran across numerous old acquaintances. Jacob Welse he had met at St. Michael's in the fall of '88, just prior to his crossing Bering Straits on the ice. A month or so later, Father Barnum (who had come up from the Lower River to take charge of the hospital) had met him a couple of hundred miles on his way north of St. Michael's. Captain Alexander, of the Police, had rubbed shoulders with him in the British Legation at Peking. And Bettles, another old-timer of standing⁵, had met him at Fort o' Yukon nine years before.  
So Dawson, ever prone⁶ to look askance at the casual comer, received him with open arms. Especially was he a favorite with the women. As a promoter of pleasures and an organizer of amusements he took the lead, and it quickly came to pass that no function was complete without him. Not only did he come to help in the theatricals⁷, but insensibly, and as a matter of course, he took charge. Frona, as her friends charged, was suffering from a stroke of Ibsen, so they hit upon the "Doll's House," and she was cast for Nora. Corliss, who was responsible, by the way, for the theatricals, having first suggested them, was to take Torvald's part; but his interest seemed to have died out, or at any rate he begged off on the plea of business rush. So St. Vincent, without friction⁸, took Torvald's lines. Corliss did manage to attend one rehearsal⁹. It might have been that he had come tired from forty miles with the dogs, and it might have been that Torvald was obliged to put his arm about Nora at divers¹⁰ times and to toy playfully with her ear; but, one way or the other, Corliss never attended again.
 
Busy he certainly was, and when not away on trail he was closeted almost continually with Jacob Welse and Colonel Trethaway. That it was a deal of magnitude was evidenced by the fact that Welse's mining interests involved alone mounted to several millions. Corliss was primarily a worker and doer, and on discovering that his thorough theoretical knowledge lacked practical experience, he felt put upon his mettle¹² and worked the harder. He even marvelled¹³ at the silliness of the men who had burdened him with such responsibilities, simply because of his pull, and he told Trethaway as much. But the colonel, while recognizing his shortcomings, liked him for his candor¹⁴, and admired him for his effort and for the quickness with which he came to grasp things actual.
 
Del Bishop¹⁵, who had refused to play any hand but his own, had gone to work for Corliss because by so doing he was enabled to play his own hand better. He was practically unfettered, while the opportunities to further himself were greatly increased. Equipped with the best of outfits¹⁶ and a magnificent dog-team, his task was mainly to run the various creeks¹⁷ and keep his eyes and ears open. A pocket-miner, first, last, and always, he was privately¹⁹ on the constant lookout²⁰ for pockets, which occupation did not interfere²¹ in the least with the duty he owed his employer. And as the days went by he stored his mind with miscellaneous data concerning the nature of the various placer deposits and the lay of the land, against the summer when the thawed²² surface and the running water would permit him to follow a trace from creek¹⁸-bed to side-slope and source.
 
Corliss was a good employer, paid well, and considered it his right to work men as he worked himself. Those who took service with him either strengthened their own manhood and remained, or quit and said harsh things about him. Jacob Welse noted²³ this trait with appreciation²⁴, and he sounded the mining engineer's praises continually. Frona heard and was gratified, for she liked the things her father liked; and she was more gratified because the man was Corliss. But in his rush of business she saw less of him than formerly²⁵, while St. Vincent came to occupy a greater and growing portion of her time. His healthful, optimistic spirit pleased her, while he corresponded well to her idealized natural man and favorite racial type. Her first doubt—that if what he said was true—had passed away. All the evidence had gone counter. Men who at first questioned the truth of his wonderful adventures gave in after hearing him talk. Those to any extent conversant²⁶ with the parts of the world he made mention of, could not but acknowledge that he knew what he talked about. Young Soley, representing Bannock's News Syndicate, and Holmes of the Fairweather, recollected²⁷ his return to the world in '91, and the sensation created thereby²⁸. And Sid Winslow, Pacific Coast journalist, had made his acquaintance at the Wanderers' Club shortly after he landed from the United States revenue cutter which had brought him down from the north. Further, as Frona well saw, he bore the ear-marks of his experiences; they showed their handiwork in his whole outlook on life. Then the primitive²⁹ was strong in him, and his was a passionate³⁰ race pride which fully¹¹ matched hers. In the absence of Corliss they were much together, went out frequently with the dogs, and grew to know each other thoroughly³¹.
 
All of which was not pleasant to Corliss, especially when the brief intervals³² he could devote to her were usually intruded³³ upon by the correspondent. Naturally, Corliss was not drawn³⁴ to him, and other men, who knew or had heard of the Opera House occurrence, only accepted him after a tentative fashion. Trethaway had the indiscretion, once or twice, to speak slightingly of him, but so fiercely was he defended by his admirers that the colonel developed the good taste to thenceforward keep his tongue between his teeth. Once, Corliss, listening to an extravagant³⁵ panegyric³⁶ bursting from the lips of Mrs. Schoville, permitted himself the luxury of an incredulous smile; but the quick wave of color in Frona's face, and the gathering³⁷ of the brows, warned him.
 
At another time he was unwise enough and angry enough to refer to the Opera House broil³⁸. He was carried away, and what he might have said of that night's happening would have redounded³⁹ neither to St. Vincent's credit nor to his own, had not Frona innocently put a seal upon his lips ere he had properly begun.
 
"Yes," she said. "Mr. St. Vincent told me about it. He met you for the first time that night, I believe. You all fought royally on his side,—you and Colonel Trethaway. He spoke⁴⁰ his admiration⁴² unreservedly and, to tell the truth, with enthusiasm."
 
Corliss made a gesture of depreciation⁴³.
 
"No! no! From what he said you must have behaved splendidly. And I was most pleased to hear. It must be great to give the brute⁴⁴ the rein⁴⁵ now and again, and healthy, too. Great for us who have wandered from the natural and softened⁴⁶ to sickly ripeness. Just to shake off artificiality and rage up and down! and yet, the inmost mentor⁴⁷,

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