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He came at last into the little town, passed the cottage where he had worked with Argyl, and drew up before a four-roomed, rough, unpainted building, with a sign over the door saying, "GENERAL OFFICE CRAWFORD RECLAMATION COMPANY." Swinging down from his horse, which he left with reins upon the ground, he went in at the open door.
I mean that it will be you, Argyl, who actually sends the first water to reclaim Rattlesnake Valley. Are you glad, Argyl?" If Argyl was glad, she did not say so. For a moment she stood with her face in her two hands, sobbing.
Conniston instantly saw the need of haste, the urgent necessity of acting speedily upon the advice tendered by Tommy Garton in his note. "Arrest you!" Argyl had cried, indignantly. "Arrest you for being a man and doing your duty!" "No, Argyl," he told her, a bit anxiously.
And then he had gone back to Argyl. She had heard the shots. Her eyes were open and turned curiously upon him as he came swiftly to where she lay. "Will you give me some water?" she whispered. He lifted her head, and she drank thirstily, looking with reproachful surprise at him when he took the canteen from her lips. "That is all now, Argyl," he told her, his voice choking.
The first thing, the clearest thing, the most important thing in all of the new world which was being built up about him was that he loved Argyl Crawford. Loved her, not as Greek Conniston would have loved yesterday, could have loved then, but with the love which was a part of the Greek Conniston who was being born to-night.
Upon the dam he had toiled for weeks, and now there was no one stone left of it! And the first day of October was but five days off. "Look!" Argyl was clinging to him wildly, her arm trembling as it pointed. "Look! Oh, God!" She did not point toward the dam. Her quivering finger found out a moving figure far below it in the creek-bed. It was Hapgood.
Crawford to drop in on us some time before dark," Garton said, as he put away carefully into a drawer the papers he had taken from it during the consultation. "Miss Argyl is already here. Stopped in a minute to let us know that the Old Man is coming." "Yes, I know. I saw her a minute just before I came in." They chatted for a while longer, until Conniston saw by his watch that it was six o'clock.
"What?" he demanded, a vague hint of anxiety in his tone. "He knows for he told me the exact condition of your finances." "Had I not better go?" suggested Conniston. "I do not want " "No. You are with us. If Hapgood knows, if he is going to peddle what he knows, you might as well know too! What did he say, Argyl?" "He said, father, that you had played to the end of your string.
He did not even take the time to call on Argyl. He told the little fellow what had happened, received a hearty grip of the hand which meant more to him than a wordy congratulation, laid what few plans he had had time to outline before him, and asked his advice upon them. "I want the plans and specifications for Dam Number One, Tommy."
Mr. Crawford took her hand and kissed it. "I can think of no more forceful answer you could have made him, Argyl girl. Fortunately, I have not confided in him to any dangerous extent. He knows " "He knows," she cried, quickly, "all that you have let Mr. Winston know! Everything you have told your lawyer " She paused, hesitating. Mr. Crawford looked at her sharply.
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