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Suppose we did know, would you try to take her into Gloucester harbor on a night like this? Gloucester!" "Sh-h! There's something," said the other voice. The voices were hushed. Two long moans came over the sea. "Wait for them again. And time 'em." The captain's voice that. Mrs. Goles stepped closer to Jan. "Does it mean there's danger to the ship?" she asked in a low voice in Jan's ear. "No, no.
There was a candle end in Jan's bag, and by its dim light we found a road. It went downwards, so we thought it might be the right one. Suddenly it turned in the wrong direction, but as there were hoof marks on it we decided to follow it as it must lead somewhere we could not search the whole countryside with a candle.
It was one of the unexplained tricks of fate that had brought them together, and had set their discovery stakes side by side on Pelican Creek. To-day, in spite of his smiling coolness, Jan's heart rankled with a bitterness that seemed to be concentrated of all the dregs that had ever entered into his life. It poisoned him, heart and soul. He was not a coward. He was not afraid of O'Grady.
And" Jean looked about him cautiously again, and whispered low "if you see anything about the dead missioner that you do not understand THINK OF JEAN DE GRAVOIS!" He rose to his feet and bent over Jan's white face. "I am going the Athabasca way to-day," he finished.
"We heered as you took off a SWEET OF FURNITUR in the Master's face. Take off the windmill, if you lived in it." There was a bit of chalk in Jan's pocket, and the courtyard was paved. He knelt down, and the boys gathered round him.
The strangers and Brother Antoine left the yard, and the dogs formed in little groups to talk among themselves, as they always did when new people came to see them. "That man came from America," Bruno said to Jan's mother. "Lots of people from America visit us," she replied, trying not to yawn, for the storm had kept her awake.
I went to Jan's, thinking you might be there. Mrs. Verner has dressed herself to go to Sir Edmund's. You may be in time to stop her, if you make haste." With a half-uttered exclamation, Lionel was speeding off, when he appeared to remember Lucy. He turned to take her with him. "No," said Lucy, stopping. "I could not go as quickly as you; and a minute, more or less, may make all the difference.
"He'll have to learn his lesson, an' I guess Sourdough will teach him." Just then Sourdough succeeded in evading Dick and got well home on Jan's right shoulder with a punishing slash of his razor fangs. Jan gave a snarl that was half a roar. His antipathy had been aroused at the outset. Now his blood was drawn. He had been ordered to keep to heel, but "Keep in, there Jan; keep in keep in!"
"You are in a hurry," remarked Miss Amilly, surprised at the unwonted withdrawal. "Jan's out," returned Master Cheese. "Folks may be coming in to the surgery." "I wonder if Mr. Jan will be late to-night?" cried Miss Deb. "Of course he will," confidently replied Master Cheese. "Who ever heard of a wedding-party breaking up before morning?"
Jan's ears cocked up, his body quivered, his muscles stiffened, his nose pointed high in the air and the cry he sent back to the calls of his kin was clear and strong like the music of a wonderful, deep-toned bell. Then he braced himself and leaped far out into the water that caught him like many strong arms and dragged him under the waves.
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