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Richard Shandon presided over the management of this precious cargo like a man who knows what he is about; all was stowed away, ticketed, and numbered in perfect order; a very large provision of the Indian preparation called pemmican, which contains many nutritive elements in a small volume, was also embarked.
Dart came into the room. "Say, Red," he began with an important air, "I want to see you a minute, private. Hazel will excuse us, won't you?" with a rare smile and an abbreviated bow after Mr. Dart's best manner. "Hazel?" frowned Shandon. "Sure," grinned Dart. "We got chummy as twins riding over, didn't we? Come on, Red. This here is urgent." "It will have to wait, Dart. Miss "
"Careful!" shouted Leland, his face red with his fury. "When one of my blood loses her last shred of decency, when she takes up with a low, dissolute unprincipled Shandon? The worst of a bad lot. May God curse him, may God curse her if she clings to him!" "You have never spoken to me like this before," cried Wanda passionately. "You will never do it again."
Bill knows where she is; he's going with me to help round her up and then . . ." "Well?" questioned Garth drily. "You're going to work on her to-day?" Shandon laughed. "Who said anything about work? You're growing to be an awful sobersides, old fellow. Here I haven't been back twenty-four hours and you're already suggesting that I shove my neck into the yoke.
You don't seem to put any faith in me, Red." Shandon's short laugh prefixed his short answer. "Do you wonder I don't?" Then Mr. Dart chuckled. "Come right down to it, Red, I don't! But you wrong me. Gratitude, my Noble " "Call me that once more and I'll heave you through the window," snapped Shandon. "If you've got anything to say, say it. I'm going to bed." "Don't mind me," Dart hastened to say.
Shandon was shambling about among the drinking tenants and gipsies: Finucane constant in attendance on the two ladies, to whom gentlemen of their acquaintance, and connected with the publishing house, came up to pay a visit. Among others, Mr. Archer came up to make her his bow, and told Mrs. Bungay who was on the course.
A little hurt at the obvious significance of this Shandon shrugged his shoulders and resolved that when the first word was spoken it would not be by himself. And soon he came close to forgetting it. The incentive to bestir himself had at last come into his life and he was not loitering.
Shandon without turning, laughed aloud, all the relief after months of hiding breaking out into laughter that was utterly unlike the sound that had come so short a time ago from Hume's contemptuous lips. It was a great, boyish, carefree, reckless laugh that made men wonder. "Next time, Mac," he shouted back. "Ten to one you can't catch me before I beat Hume to it!"
"He could eat Thelma for breakfast!" "Johnnie and he ain't quite seven yet!" protested Shandon, eagerly. Mrs. Larabee gave her an astonished look, puckered up her forehead, nodded profoundly. "That's right," she said. Then she dragged the wriggling small body from Shandon's lap and held the wondering, soft little face against her own.
This said, I shall not return to the subject. Now what remains to be known is this, that the captains of the Neptune, the Enterprise, the Isabel, and the Advance ascertained that proceeding from the highest latitudes there existed a Polar basin entirely free from ice." "Free from ice!" exclaimed Shandon, interrupting the captain, "that is impossible!"
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