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Updated: June 16, 2025
The blood was back in the girl's cheeks now, running in rosy tides, and there was a light in her grey eyes that made Ainley's pulse leap with hope, since he mistook it for something else. His passion was real enough, as the girl felt, and she was simple and elemental enough to be thrilled by it; but she was sufficiently wise not to mistake the response in herself for the greater thing.
What a man had done once on the way of crime, he could do again, and as her conviction of Gerald Ainley's guilt grew, she was quite sure that somehow he was the moving spirit in her companion's deportation from Fort Malsun. He had not expected to see Hubert Stane, and when the latter had demanded an interview he had been afraid, and in his fear had taken steps for his removal.
Though she lay long awake, she was up betimes next morning, and after one glance into the tent to assure herself that her patient was yet sleeping, she moved off in the direction of the lake. When she came in sight of it she looked towards the foot of the waterfall for Ainley's camp. It was no longer there, but a mile and a half away she descried the canoe making down the lake.
Ainley evidently found the silence too much for his nerves, for after a little time had passed in profound silence, he flashed out irritably: "Well, what do you think of my story?" "It is a very interesting story," said Anderton at last. A quick look of relief came into Ainley's face. "You think I was justified in shooting down those three kidnappers then?" "On the face of things yes!
One was Gerald Ainley's name, and the other the name of the beautiful Indian girl whom she had seen talking with the sick man down at Fort Malsun Miskodeed. Her face flushed as she recognized it, and a little look of resentment came in her eyes.
Again the flicker of doubt came in Ainley's eyes, and in the glow of the firelight, Helen saw a look of apprehension come on his face. It was there for but a moment, then it was gone, but in that moment the girl had seen deeply into Ainley's heart, and knew that fear was rapidly mounting there. "Ah! you also followed Chigmok's trail, I suppose. But I was there first.
A faint hope stirred in her heart, and she determined to question Ainley's two Indians as soon as the opportunity arose. Then a new thought came to her, and she turned quickly to Ainley. "Tell me one thing," she said, "when you arrived at the cabin the attack was quite over?" "Quite," he answered. "And you did not take part in the fighting? You fired no shots at the attackers?" "No," he answered.
For one moment it lost its assurance and a flicker of doubt came in the eyes. The girl divined that he had suddenly grown uncertain of his ground, and to her it was noticeable that after Anderton's reply Ainley's glibness left him, and that he spoke hesitatingly, haltingly, with frequent pauses, like a man uncertain of his words. "Then, by all accounts, you have met a regular rogue, Anderton!
It was an odd coincidence that he should have been attacked whilst awaiting Ainley's coming, and in view of his one-time friend's obvious reluctance to an interview and of his own urgent reasons for desiring it; the suspicion that Ainley was the man who had issued the order for his forcible deportation grew until it became almost a conviction.
"Somewhere out there, Jean, and still to find." "But we fin' her, m'sieu. Haf no fear but dat we weel her find, when zee snow it stop!" And the ringing confidence in his tone brought new heart to Stane, still beset with fears for Helen. As Helen Yardely caught sight of Ainley's face, for a moment she was dumb with amazement, then she cried: "You? You?"
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