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No news of importance has escaped me." "But but why did you not " "Why not reveal myself before, you would say? I had a reason, Mr. Burley one that might have kept my lips sealed indefinitely. But that reason ceased to exist about a month ago, and I was free to follow you to Fort Garry free to disclose the truth. Are you satisfied, sir?" "I am content and I am grateful," replied the law clerk.
Knowing that the men would not talk business while in the game, the boys did not bother to try and find some way of overhearing their conversation. The boys, in guarded tones, so that they might not be overheard by anyone in an adjoining seat, talked over the importance of the clue, that they had so fortunately stumbled upon. "It strikes me that this is our lucky morning," remarked Garry.
The patter of little feet grew louder, then the swish of silken skirts, and with a spring she was beside them. "No, don't you say a word, Garry. I'm not going to listen and I won't forgive you no matter what you say." She had both of his hands now. "Ah, but you don't know, Miss Corinne. Has Jack told you?"
Now and again Steve saw his lips move and then crook in cynical amusement, and knew that Garry was talking to himself and finding such communion most absorbing. But he waited, outwardly patient at least, nor tried to hurry the issue. He knew the woods; he knew what the silence and solitude could do. For no man endures mutely the spell of the wilderness. He talks, or he goes mad.
"You and Garry made a night of it, didn't you? Some kind of an artist's bat, wasn't it?" "No, sir; Mr. Morris gave a dinner to his clerks, and " "Who's Morris?" "Why, the great architect." "Oh, that fellow! Yes, I know him, that is, I know who he is. Say the rest. Parkins! didn't I tell you I didn't want any sugar or cream." Parkins hadn't offered any.
There was one singular, inexplicable thing about work. If there was work at hand, one could always find something else to do, attractive and absorbing. If there wasn't work to do, the sheer shock of it seemed to dull you into mental vacuity and loose ends of time came up and hit you in the face. Garry had written something or other like that sarcastically in a letter.
"Get out of here! you are not worth being angry with." "Begorrah, it's your poor fri'nd in there!" said Garry O'Neil to the colonel. "What's the poor crayture parleyvooing about, instid of slaypin' loike a Christian whin he's got the chance? Sure, I'll have to stop his jaundering there, or he'll niver git betther!"
They might take forcible possession of the Severn or the Danube, of the Thames or the Tiber, of the Garry or the Garonne and they would still be singing sadly about how fast and true stands the watch on Rhine; and what a shame it would be if any one took their own little river away from them.
Garry rescued his flashlight from the spot where he had dropped it when he made ready to shoot, and the three started cautiously for the still carcass. Arriving at the point, Dick seized a dead stick from the ground and, throwing accurately, hit the animal in the ribs. It made never a move, and so the chums judged it was safe to approach. The animal was stone dead.
"No, he never said a single word about it or I would have come, of course. What do you think, then, keeps him in town so late?" Something in her voice made Jack leave his own and take a seat beside her. "Tell me, Corinne. I'll do anything I can for Garry and you too. What is it?" "I don't know, Jack, I wish I did. He has changed lately.
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