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And when day after day rushes by and finds the work far from being finished, and he has to have more men, and the men don't come good heavens! isn't it enough to make a man restive?" For a long time Argyl made no answer, but, rising, stood looking far out into the misty obscurity, as though she would look beyond to-day and deep into the future for an answer to many things.
For a moment they saw his arms, then they saw his hands clutching at the foam-flecked face of the water and then even the hands disappeared. "Who was it?" It was Mr. Crawford's voice, calm, expressionless. Conniston and Argyl swung about, the horror of the thing which they had seen still widening their eyes, and saw Mr. Crawford, Jimmie Kent, and a man whom Conniston took to be Colton Gray.
When he had finished eating, Conniston went straight to his bunk. He had no desire for conversation; he did want both rest and a chance to think. He was straightening out his tumbled covers when Lonesome Pete tapped him upon the shoulder. "No hay for yours, Con," he grinned. "Not yet. Miss Argyl wants you to come up to the house. Right away, she said, as soon as you'd et.
He watched the stars come out until they were thick set in the black vault above him, flung in sprays, flashing and scintillating down to the low horizons about him. His brooding eyes ran out across the floor of the plain toward Rattlesnake Valley. He remembered that he had promised to call to see Argyl to-morrow night, to tell her then what he had decided. What was he going to decide?
"I think," he answered her, quietly, "that I have already decided. But I shall not tell you until to-morrow evening." That night Conniston sat up late, perched high on the corral fence, staring at the stars while he tore down and builded up the World. He had ridden to Rattlesnake Valley with Argyl, and had spent a big part of the day there with her.
And then he insisted upon helping play waiter with her until she informed him that he was positively retarding matters. Whereupon he made a cigarette and sat upon the kitchen table and merely watched. For many days Conniston had longed to see Mr. Crawford, to talk with him concerning the big work. Now, as he and Argyl sat down together, his one wish was that Mr. Crawford be delayed indefinitely.
And finally the little band of ragged highlanders came to Argyl, where they were confronted in battle by a Scottish chief called John of Lorn. Bruce's men were in poor condition on account of the hardships they had undergone and were also outnumbered by their enemies.
Argyl had stepped forward as though to go with them when Hapgood laid a detaining hand lightly, respectfully, upon her arm. "May I speak with you a moment, Miss Argyl?" he whispered, but not so low that Conniston did not catch the words distinctly. "It will take just a moment, and and it is very important." Reluctantly she paused. Conniston went out and heard Hapgood shut the door after him.
Ridley, the wife of the proprietor of the lunch-stand, had been staying with her. It was Mrs. Ridley who answered his knock. "Miss Argyl ain't come back yet, Mr. Conniston," she told him. "She went out this mornin' an' ain't showed up since. I reckon, though, she'll be back real soon now. It's after supper-time already." "Do you know where she went?" "No, sir. She didn't say.
And then, all power of restraint swept away from him by the joyous, throbbing love which so long he had silenced, he drew her close, closer to him, crying, almost harshly: "Oh, Argyl, thank God! For if you hadn't come back to me I love you, love you! Don't you know how I love you, Argyl?" Her hand closed weakly upon his. "Of course, dear," she answered him, faintly, her poor lips trying to smile.
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