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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Make land below the meeting of the waters, and portage through woods to other river. Meet him there." As he spoke the native began to make a course across the river, and Ainley asked for information. "I don't understand, Joe. If we land below the junction how can we meet a man who lands above?" "Both go the same way," grunted the Indian. "Walk to meet the man.
Ainley was among these people, and come what might he would have speech with him before them all. He stepped forward determinedly; but Ainley, who had been watching him closely, anticipated his move by falling out of the group. "Don't be a fool, Stane! You'll do yourself no good by kicking up a dust here. I couldn't come last night, but tonight at the same time I will not fail."
"You saw him?" asked Ainley, in a faltering voice. "Who was he?" "I not know," answered the half-breed quickly, "but I tink I see heem again since." "You think " "Oui! I tink I talk with heem, now." There was a look of malicious triumph on the half-breed's face, and an alert look in his furtive eyes as he made the accusation.
Her grey eyes met Stane's quite frankly, without falling, then turned nonchalantly to her companion, and Stane, watching, saw her speak, and as Ainley flashed a swift glance in his direction, and then replied with a shrug of his shoulders, he easily divined that the girl had asked a question about himself.
As for Hubert Stane he stood in the Square for quite a long time watching for the return of the canoe, determined to have speech with Ainley. Then, as it still lingered, he turned and made his way to his own camp. It was quite late in the afternoon when the opportunity he sought was given to him.
"What in thunder are you gassing about?" cried Ainley blusteringly. "About Jarlock and a certain promissory note which he paid, a note which bore your name and his. Your signature was quite genuine. Jarlock's well, Jarlock denied it, and you owned that you " "He told?" said Ainley. "The cur told?"
You were a stranger to him! My uncle? He never heard of you except in gossip over the dinner-table the night you were deported. Gerald Ainley? He knew you! He had made appointments with you that he twice failed to keep which, quite evidently, he had no intention of keeping.
Both of them recognized the piece of wreckage as belonging to the canoe in which Helen Yardely had left the camp, and the Indian, with a glance at the gorge which had vomited the wreckage, gave emphatic utterance to his belief. "All gone." Gerald Ainley made no reply. He had no doubt that what the Indian said was true, and the truth was terrible enough.
You understand, Helen?" "Yes," answered the girl enigmatically. "I think I do." Looking at her, Ainley saw that there was nothing to be gained by pressing the matter further at that moment; and excusing himself he went to give orders to his Indians.
He dallied with the thought for a little time, and then dismissed it. Ainley was afraid of him and shrank from meeting him, but he would hardly go to such lengths as Miskodeed's statement implied; nor would he involve Helen Yardely's life in the extreme risk incidental to an attack in force on the cabin. It was unthinkable! His mind sought other explanations.
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