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Nothing was there but one unbroken wall of iron cliffs and icy summits. At last we saw that the sloping shores grew steeper, until, about a mile or two before us, they changed to towering cliffs that rose up on each side for about a thousand feet above the water; here the stream ran, and became lost to view as completely as though swallowed up by the earth. "We can go no farther," said Agnew.

It was a sight which seemed ominous of our own fate, and Agnew's boasted hope, which had so long upheld him, now sank down into a despair as deep as my own. What room was there now for hope, or how could we expect any other fate than this? At length I began to search the pockets of the deceased. "What are you doing?" asked Agnew, in a hoarse voice. "I'm trying to find out who he is," I said.

The man is a barrister, educated in Dublin. He claims to be a descendant of King John. The lady is a daughter of the governor of the Isle of Wight, and a granddaughter of the late Brigadier-General Agnew, who was killed in the battle of Germantown." "A British general, you say?" "Oh, certainly a violent royalist."

How many men are living to-day who owe much of the best in their lives to that divinely inspired guide and teacher of youth! I next went to another man great in his sphere of life Dr. Agnew, the oculist. He gave my eyes a thorough examination, told me that he could do nothing for them; that rest and the vigor acquired from out-door life would restore them.

This letter reached Port Agnew at the time Nan was living in San Francisco, and her father received it. He merely scratched out Port Agnew, Washington, and substituted for that address: 'Care of using Nan's married name, Altamont Apartments, San Francisco.

By heavens, if it's going to take three days to get one in we might as well dump a hundred cars of fruit into the river now and Bucks is looking to you to save them." "Looking to me?" echoed Glover, raising his brows. "What's the matter with Agnew?" "Oh, hang Agnew!" "If you like. But he is in charge of this division. I can't do anything discourteous or unprofessional, Callahan."

He had gone forth that morning whistling, his eyes alert with interest and anticipation; and a feeling of profound contentment had come to The Laird as he watched Donald climb into his automobile and go briskly down the cliff highway to Port Agnew. Here was no unwilling exile, shackled by his father's dollars to a backwoods town and condemned to labor for the term of his natural life.

"I would have been, but for these folks," replied Harden. "Here, let's make some introductions!" They were stalwart fellows. Milton, the leader, was sandy-haired and freckled, a University of California man. Agnew was stocky and swarthy, an old Princeton graduate and Forrester, a thin, blonde chap had worked in New York City before he joined the Geological Survey.

After some search we found fragments of a rotted rope attached to a piece of rock. "That," said Agnew, "must have been fastened to the boat; and as for the boat herself, she has long ago been swept away from this." "What shall we do now?" I said, after a long silence. "There's only one thing," said Agnew. "We must go on." "Go on?" I asked, in wonder. "Certainly," said he, confidently.

"Everything's all right! Here they all come!" For Jonas, then Agnew and Enoch were rushing from the door and amid the hubbub of exclamations, Forrester was landed in a bunk while Agnew started up the trail indicated by Forrester. But he hardly had set out before he met Curly, leading his horse with Harden clinging to the saddle.

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