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Long after you er went down, Jarlock, who was in our set, told me something about Ainley." "What was that?" asked Stane quickly. "Well, it was that just at that time, Ainley was broke and borrowing money right and left, and that he had forged Jarlock's name to a bill. Jarlock became aware of the fact through the bill being presented to him for payment, and he tackled Ainley about the business.
The Indian cooked a meal, of which Ainley partook with but little care for what he was eating, his eyes fixed on the ochre-coloured water as it swept by, his face the index of unfathomable thoughts.
I shall send a messenger to Rodwell, at Fort Malsun, instructing him to send you down an outfit that will last the winter if necessary, and you will have carte blanche to follow your own plans, only you must understand, Ainley, my niece must be found. Even though you have to comb this country through with a dust-comb she must be found." "She shall be, Sir James," answered Ainley with conviction.
There is much more behind all this than you know, Helen." "Perhaps I guess something of what lies behind." "I do not think you can. It is an extraordinary story, and there will be a dénouement presently that will surprise Ainley. Come!" They moved forward together, found the dogs, and having righted the sledge by which they had been anchored, they returned to the camp.
A light of comprehension came into the policeman's eyes, and he whistled thoughtfully. "You think " he began and stopped. "I am quite sure that Ainley has started on the longest trail of all. Why didn't he take dogs? How long can he last in this wilderness without? And as you say outside the wood it must be snowing heavily which way has he gone?" "His tracks are on the backward trail "
"Yes," he answered with sudden bitterness, "I am the man whom Ainley used to know. My name is Hubert Stane, and I am a discharged convict, as I daresay he told you." The sudden access of colour in Helen Yardely's face, and the look in her eyes, told him that he had guessed correctly, but the girl did not answer the implied question. Instead she looked at the river and shuddered.
"They had gone when we arrived, all except the wounded Indian who gave me the information." "Then who was it?" she cried. "Who was it? I do not understand what you mean, Helen." "Some one fired on the Indians from the wood, and he kept on firing as the Indians bound me to the sledge, and even after we had begun to flee." Ainley rose abruptly to his feet.
All the songs and cries of the wild faded into silence and still Ainley had not come. Then he caught the sound of light feet running, and looking up he saw Miskodeed hurrying towards him between the willows. Wondering what had brought her forth at this hour he started to his feet and in that instant he saw a swift look of apprehension and agony leap to her face. "Beware, my brother "
The man stood before him dumb, and Ainley, convinced that he had stumbled on the truth, laughed harshly. "Stoney Mountain Penitentiary is not a nice place.
In the same second, the half-breed, standing swiftly upright, launched himself across the fire at Ainley, knife in hand. The white man who had looked up at Stane's sudden warning was bowled over in the snow with the half-breed on the top of him.
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