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As though the absurdity of his own thought amused him, Mortimer laughed softly. "I'll tell you what they do look like," he said. "They look like that bird you see on the Nile, the sacred Ibis, they " Something between a gasp and a cry startled him into silence. He found his host staring wildly, his lips parted, his eyes open wide. "Where?" demanded Ainsley. "Where did you say?"
Alice had bridged for a moment the miles which divided Owl Hoot from Ainsley, and her thoughts were with her sturdy lover, Robb Chillingwood. She was contemplating their future together, that future which would contain for them, if no great ease and luxury, at least the happiness of a perfect love and mutual assistance in times of trial.
"You would keep the privilege of thanking people while denying it to me;" and she vanished before he could reply. "Oh!" he groaned inwardly, "if any of these Southern fellows carry her off, I'm done for." Miss Ainsley spent a very wretched afternoon. Clancy was away, Mrs. Willoughby worn out, and she was left chiefly to her own resources, which were meagre indeed under the circumstances.
These inconveniences were the rule of the road, the lighter always giving way to the heavier conveyance. Ten miles from Ainsley and the wide open sea of snow proclaimed the prairie in its due form. Not a tree in sight, not a rock, not a hill to break the awful monotony. Just one vast rolling expanse of snow gleaming beneath the dazzling rays of a now warming sun.
Why had she been so cold and harsh toward Clancy himself until the awful events of the night and peril to life had overpowered her reserve and revealed her heart? He could think of no other explanation than that afforded by the unconscious girl over whom Clancy watched. He had heard of the young man's devotion to Miss Ainsley, and, from what he had seen, believed that they were affianced.
"I don't believe Miss Ainsley could inspire an earnest, reverent love. A man wouldn't associate her in his thoughts with his dead mother." "What a strange expression! What put it into your mind?" "Oh," replied Ella hastily, and flushing a little, "I've been told that Mr. Clancy's parents are dead!
"Well, anyhow," said the O.C. consolingly, "from what you tell me, he's dead now." "I hope so," said Ainsley viciously, "and serve him jolly well right. But just think of the trouble it might have saved if he'd only said at first that he spoke English!" He sputtered wrathfully again: "Silly ass! Why couldn't he just say so?"
In the remote south-eastern corner of the province, forty-five miles from the nearest town which happened to be the village of Ainsley dumped down on the crest of a far-reaching ocean-like swell of rolling prairie, bare to the blast of the four winds except for the insignificant shelter of a small bluff on its northeastern side, stood a large farm-house surrounded by a small village of barns and outbuildings.
"Do not move!" said Ainsley, wondering to himself if the man understood English, and fumbling in vain in his mind for the German phrase that would express his meaning. "Kamarade eh?" grunted the German, with a note of interrogation that left no doubt as to his meaning. "Nein, nein!" answered Ainsley. "You kamarade sie kamarade."
Between the house and the lake there was a ridge of rock higher than the head of a man, and to this Ainsley and his guests ran for cover. On hands and knees, like hunters stalking game, they scrambled up the face of the rock and peered cautiously into the pond. Below them, less than one hundred yards away, on a tiny promontory, the six white birds stood motionless. They showed no sign of fear.
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