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A cold wind swept between the thin spruce trunks that loomed vaguely out of the surrounding gloom as the red glare leaped up, and wisps of acrid smoke drifted about the camp. There was a lake up the hollow, and now and then the wild and mournful cry of a loon rang out. The men were tired and somewhat dejected as they sat about the blaze with their damp blankets round them.
Bob figured confidently on another Whoop of 50 points and a double string of Pearls for Elphye. But when the poor Loon had a Temperature of 5 above Par and had to cling to the Brass Rail to keep from taking the Count, he lost his Nerve entirely.
An interval of silence followed, during which Mr. Worthington shuffled with his letters and pretended to read them. "Graves has called a mass meeting to-night, I understand," he remarked in the same casual way. "The man's a demagogue, and mad as a loon. I believe he sent back one of our passes once, didn't he? I suppose Bass has come in to get Hartington to work up the meeting.
"I think we're in that long woods, between Loon Lake and Stoughton on the Boston Pike," said the chauffeur, "and," he reiterated, "there OUGHT to be a house somewhere about here where we get water." "Well, get there, then, and get the water," commanded the owner. "But I can't get there, sir, till I get the water," returned the chauffeur.
It was not this thought that sent the strange and chilling thrill up his back; but the sudden fear that in some strange way a whisper of the truth might have found its way down into the south the truth of what had happened on the Gray Loon and that this travel-worn stranger wore under his caribou-skin coat the badge of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police.
The flesh isn't fit to eat and they're always thrown away. That is cruel." "I never thought of un that way. I've killed loons too," David confessed, "but I'll never shoot at a loon again. 'Tis the same with gulls and other things we never uses when we kills, and just shoot at for fun." "That's the idea," said Doctor Joe enthusiastically.
Taken unawares I have ever been more or less of what Mr. Jack MacKenzie was wont to call "a stupid loon!" On discovering Laplante I promptly sustained my reputation by letting the door fly to with a sharp click that startled the whole room-full. Whereat Louis Laplante gave a low, soft laugh. "What do you want here, man?" demanded Governor McDonell's sharp voice. Jerking off my cap, I saluted.
The whip-poor-will that all evening had been mourning on the hillside, and the loon that had called across the water, were hushed. The faint stars looked down on the silent blackness of the woods and the gray mists of the water beyond.
The loneliness of the prospect reminded Nasmyth of Canada, and the resemblance grew more marked when the crying of plover rose from the dim heath it brought back the call of the loon. Still, he did not wonder why Millicent, an orphan with ample means, lived alone except for her elderly companion on the desolate Border. "You don't mind, I know," he said as he lighted a cigar.
"Aunt Malvina said 'as black as Toby," said Letitia with a look half of inquiry, half of anxious abstraction. What Letitia could find out herself she never asked other people. "Yes; I know she did," replied uncle Jack. "Then she said, 'Dark as Pokonoket." "Yes; she said that too." "And then she said, 'Crazy as a loon." "Yes; she did."
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