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Nothing moved on it, and only the soft crunch of snow broke the dreary silence. At last, a cluster of low buildings rose out of the waste, and soon afterward Flett got down with difficulty and demanded shelter.
"Keep those fellows off!" "No," answered Edgar; "he hasn't come into town. But what's the cause of this commotion? Have you got your men?" "Three of them," said Flett, with a look of pride. "I expect we'll get the fourth. But come in a minute, out of the noise." The car was besieged.
Linklater arrived sooner than Paterson expected him, and after a careful examination of the body he stated that Lothian had been dead several hours, and that his death was the result of foul play. The man had, in fact, been murdered. "I'm real sorry to hear this, sir," said Flett to the bailie. "It was only yestreen I was speakin' wi' poor Colin at the inn.
When I went ashore at Stromness I found that Captain Flett, who had landed in Orkney three or four days before me, had not yet come over from Kirkwall; so next morning I paid off my three Fair Islanders, who went over by land to Kirkwall, intending to return to their home by the sloop that had brought my skipper and shipmates.
Captain Flett lapsed into silence, as though, acting in his customary fashion, he was contriving in his mind how best to secure a pilot boat for Jack Paterson. Presently the old Jew edged nearer to us and said to me: "Did I hear you say you vant money, mine young friend?" "That's a thing a good many folk want," said I. "Why?" "Vy?
"You have deserved all you'll get," George declared. They spent the night at a junction, where Flett had some business, and it was the next evening when the local train ran into Sage Butte. The platform was crowded and as George and Flett alighted, there was a cheer and, somewhat to their astonishment, the reeve of the town advanced to meet them.
Bidding him take good care of it, and borrowing a fresh team, he drove away with the wagon. When he reached Sage Butte it was getting dusk. He hitched the horses outside of the better of the two hotels and entered in search of food, as he had still a long ride before him. Supper had long been finished, and Flett was kept waiting for some time, but he now and then glanced at the wagon.
They spent some time before Flett thought he had found it. "Somebody lay down here, and the bull would be up against a background of poplar scrub," he said. "I'll measure off the distance and make a plan." He counted his paces, and had set to work with his notebook, when Flora interrupted. "Wouldn't a sketch be better? Give me a sheet of paper; and has anybody another pencil?"
Now, it's possible that a man who'd been creeping up on an antelope would work in behind this rise and take a quick shot, standing, when he reached the top of it. If so, I guess he'd have his eyes only on what he was firing at. Suppose he missed, and your beast happened to be in line with him?" Flora smiled. "It's not convincing, Mr. Flett.
"Yesterday was Thursday, and I didn't go," George said after a moment's silence. The quiet intimation was not a surprise to any of them, and Flett nodded as he examined the letter. "Not much of a clue," he remarked. "Toronto paper that's sold at every store; mailed two stations down the line. Nobody would have met you at the Queen's, but most anybody in town would know if you had been there.
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