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Out of the wood it must be snowing like the very devil, and he can't go far. I'm going after him with Jean Bènard, and I want you to look after Chigmok and these Indians of Ainley's." "All right, Anderton! But you won't catch Ainley, you know." "Why not?" "Because," was the reply given with quiet significance, "I am afraid that Ainley has gone very far indeed."
I have merited what he meant to do, and you know it might have been the better way for me." Stane looked at him not knowing what to reply. There was something about Ainley that moved him to sudden pity. He looked like a man who had reached the end of hope and life, and his words were those of a man viewing his own end as a matter of no moment. "I'm sorry, Ainley!" said Stane awkwardly.
Stane nodded and turned away, and after a little more walking to and fro, Helen sought the tent, whilst Stane, after a word or two with Anderton and Jean Bènard, rolled himself in his sleeping furs, though with little hope of sleep. He lay awake some time and frequently opened his eyes to see Ainley still bent over his pocket-book, but presently drowsiness came over him.
"I shall not mind bacon and biscuit," answered Helen, and as Ainley walked away a look of deep thought came on the girl's face. Was it true, she asked herself, that he was afraid of the pursuit of revengeful Indians?
You were the topic of conversation at the dinner-table on the very night that you disappeared; and I gathered that to the factor you were something of a mystery, whilst no one except Mr. Ainley knew anything whatever about you. As you and he were old acquaintances, what more natural than that you should be waiting for him? I suppose he did not come?"
Gerald Ainley's canoe had almost reached the junction of the rivers, on the return journey, and he and his companion were battling hard against the acceleration of the current, when the Indian gave a grunt and looked round. "What is it, Joe?" asked Ainley quickly. "Man with canoe," answered the Indian laconically. "He make a portage." "Where?"
He was only winged, and he was able to tell his story which was a much more interesting story than yours, and as I beg leave to think, a much more truthful one." Ainley did not reply. He stood staring into the darkness with wild eyes. The glow of the fire revealed a terrible look on his face the look of a man who in a single moment has seen his life go suddenly to pieces.
"Possibly so!" answered Sir James, turning away to give the necessary orders. Gerald Ainley called one of the Indians to him, and ordered him to put three days' supply of food into the canoe, blankets and a small folding tent, and was just preparing to depart when Sir James drew near, and stared with evident surprise at the load in the canoe.
"It is Ainley, unquestionably," said Stane, answering the question in his eyes. "The description is his, though it is a trifle vague and the monocle " "He affects a monocle still then?" "I have seen it, and it is so. He sported it down at Fort Malsun." Anderton nodded, and for a moment looked into the fire, whistling thoughtfully to himself. Then he looked up.
"He had spoken to her only twice in his life." "He was scarcely likely to own to anything more, to you," answered Ainley, "and in any case I am giving you the Indian girl's version; that it accords with my own belief is of little moment. What I do know is that she cared nothing about the reward your uncle offered, and that her sole purpose seemed to be to remove you from Stane's company."
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