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"I will do my best, Sir James." The canoe pushed off, leaping forward under the combined propulsion of the paddles and the current, and sweeping round a tall bluff was soon out of sight of the camp. The Indian in the bow of the canoe, after a little time, set the course slantingly across the current, making for the other side, and Ainley asked a sharp question.
Find my niece, bring her back to me, and then we can talk over the matter. And now you had better go and think out your plans carefully. I shall have to leave here in the morning, but now that I know Helen is alive, I shall go with a comparatively easy heart." Gerald Ainley went to his own tent with a smile on his face.
We were forced to shoot three of your captors; and those of their friends who were following on behind may feel impelled to try and avenge their deaths." "Oh!" said the girl; a note of such evident disappointment in her tone, that Ainley looked at her quickly. "Why do you speak like that, Helen? One would think that you were almost sorry that I had delivered you from the fate awaiting you."
"I am not mad, I am telling the truth, as you gave me evidence just now. You did not let me finish my sentence. You knew what I was going to say. How did you know it? You could not have guessed it if the facts had not been within your knowledge." She broke off and was silent for a moment whilst Ainley stared at her with wild eyes. "I may be in your debt for what happened this morning.
The administration of the Territories is very tender towards the natives under its charge, and watchful of their interests. It is bound to be. Since it expects the red man to accept its laws, it can do no less than compel whites to honour them." "Oh I know all that," said Ainley, a trifle contemptuously. "But you won't claim that the circumstances of this affair are anything but extraordinary."
"My camp is just outside the post here." "Then I will come to you tonight, Stane. I shall be late midnight as like as not." "I shall wait for you," answered Stane, and stepped aside. Ainley made a hurried exit, and the man whom he had left, moving to the door, watched him running towards the wharf, where a large Peterboro' canoe had just swung alongside.
You can't expect any man to sit still." "Where did you find that paper, Stane?" interrupted the policeman brusquely. "In a copy of Jowett's Plato which Ainley had borrowed from me, and which he returned to my scout after I was arrested." "It's a barefaced lie! A plot!" cried Ainley. "I'm surprised at you, Anderton a representative of the law too lending yourself to such an absurd charge.
I have decided to cut out the visits to the posts north of this, and to work across to the Peace River, and so southward." "You are going back?" cried Ainley in some consternation. "You are going to leave Miss Yardely " "No, my dear fellow," interrupted Sir James, anticipating the conclusion of his subordinate's sentence. "I am not going to leave her to her fate.
The Indian nodded his head gravely, and fitted his little finger in the groove. "Bullet-mark!" Ainley did not dispute the contention, nor apparently was he greatly troubled by the Indian's contention. He looked round a little anxiously. "But where is the canoe?" he asked. "And Miss Yardely?" The Indian waved a hand down river.
Holding his own rifle ready for action, Ainley shouted reassuring words to the man, and then moved quickly forward. The man, a half-breed, the same man who had stolen Stane's canoe, gave one keen glance at him and then dropping his hand from the gun, awaited his coming. "Why did you run away when I shouted a while back?" asked Ainley sharply. "I not run," answered the half-breed, insolently.
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