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Inasmuch as Tim McCabe had practical knowledge of placer mining, the three decided to improve the time while Jeff was absent in taking out some of the gold which he assured them was there. As has been explained, this form of mining is of the crudest and cheapest nature.
"Thank heaven it's over!" exulted Jeff, with his classmates, when, after the last triumphant speech of the evening, the audience was dismissed to the strains of a rejoicing orchestra. "Say, fellows, I'm going to bolt. Hullo, Just! Ask Evelyn for me if she won't go home flying with me in the Houghton auto Carolyn's just sent me word."
James at least was frankly glad of this, for his position had begun to be embarrassing. He could not always stand with a foot in either camp. As yet he had made no break with the progressives. Joe Powers had given him a hint that he might be more useful where he was. But as much as possible he was avoiding the little luncheons at which Jeff and his political friends were wont to foregather.
For long he never thought of her without an icy sinking of the heart. Part 2 Weeks passed. Sam Miller gave his whole time to the search for the missing girl. Jeff supplied the means; in every way he could he encouraged him and the broken mother. For a thousand miles south and east the police had her description and her photograph. But no trace of her could be found. False clews there were aplenty.
And there were moments of reaction when his will was like a rope of sand, when the longing for her swept over him like a great wave. As Jeff slipped quietly into the hall the door of her room opened. Their eyes met, and presently hers fell. She was troubled and ashamed at what she had done, but plainly eager in her innocence to be forgiven. Jeff spoke gently. "Nellie."
The skipper was washed overboard and drowned, but Jeff was saved along with the rest of the crew, by means of the rocket apparatus. By that time our hero had become a tall, powerful man, with a curly black beard and moustache.
"Why, about the old Colonel up at the Place, to be sure," said Dawlish, advancing his floury person towards the doorway in which stood the master's square, strong figure. "Colonel Elliot?" queried Jeff sharply. "What about him?" Dawlish wagged a knowing head. "Ah, you may well ask that, sir. He died early this morning quite unexpected. Had a fit or some'at.
The screw was twisted around with rope knotted and tied so that, even with a knife he would have to make many descents to clear it. Without a diving suit it was impossible for the man to stay under water more than half a minute at a time, and, as it turned out, he was the only man on board who could dive at all. Jeff raged in vain.
He won't be satisfied with any of them saucy country lasses. He don't ever mix with them. He'll look high will Master Jeff if the time ever comes that he looks at all. He's a gentleman himself right through to the backbone, and he'll marry a lady."
Wells and I are going to have a little talk." She walked slowly towards the hut; then suddenly she turned, flying back on nimble feet. "Dad," she said quickly. "Mr. Wells will help us, if you ask him, if if I ask him." She approached Jeff. "I told you that your duty was to the State," she continued, "but I take that back. Do you hear? Save Dad!
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