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He could sit there on the hillside and grin about this encounter with Carlson, and grin about the hurt in Mackenzie's hand and arm, and the blinding pain in his head. Let him grin in his high satisfaction of having turned another favor to Mackenzie's account; let him grin until his face froze in a grin he should not have Joan. Mackenzie went stumbling on again to the tune of that declaration.
She bethought herself that she did know Arundel Street, and again thanked Fortune for all the good things that had been given to her. Miss Mackenzie feared to ask any further questions after this, and took the rooms out of hand by the month. "And very comfortable you'll find yourself," said Dr Pottinger, as he walked back with his new friend to the inn.
Tim Sullivan arrived toward evening, entering the sheep-wagon softly, his loud tongue low in awe for this fighting man. "How are you, John? How are you, lad?" he whispered, coming on his toes to the cot, his face as expressive of respect as if he had come into the presence of the dead. Mackenzie grinned over this great mark of respect in the flockmaster of Poison Creek. "I'm all right," he said.
"You got a fire here," said Swan, stopping near them, leaning curiously toward them as if he peered at them through smoke. "Yes," Mackenzie returned. "I seen it from over there," said Swan. "I come over to see if you needed any help." "Thank you, not now. It's gone; nothing can be done." "I smelt coal oil," said Swan, throwing back his head, sniffing the air like a buck. "Who done it?"
We crowded to the little window, which Mackenzie took care to fill; and a minute yielded no sound but the crunch and slither of constabulary boots upon sooty slates. Then came a shout. "What now?" cried Mackenzie. "A rope," we heard, "hanging from the spout by a hook!" "Sirs," purred Mackenzie, "yon's how he got up from below!
Baldwin made no secret of his conviction that no substantial progress could be made by the Reform party so long as one like Mackenzie was permitted to have any commanding voice in its counsels, or at any rate to have any hand in the shaping or directing of its policy.
Mackenzie was not slow in following his example, for it had been a hard day with the sheep, with much leg work on account of the new dogs showing a wolfish shyness of their new master most exasperating at times. Mackenzie's last thought was that Reid would take a great deal of labor off his legs by using the horse in attending the sheep. A scream woke Mackenzie.
All that happened long ago. He was now a man of nearly fifty, living with his wife and family, a family of six or seven children, in a house in Gower Street, and things had not gone with him very well. Nor is it necessary to say very much of Walter Mackenzie, who had been four years younger than his brother.
Many's the time we have raced the dogtrains down MacKenzie River an' the canoes down the Saskatchewan!
He leaped the carcass of Reid's animal at a gallop, firing at the man who huddled close against its protection as he passed over. Mackenzie could not see Reid from where he stood, but he felt that his peril was very great, his chances almost hopeless in the face of Hall's determination to have revenge on his brother's slayer in defiance of what might come to himself when the thing was done.
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