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"A little more to starboard and you'll get it on," she retorted with a glint of her late father's raillery, and she gave the coat a twitch which put it right on the ample shoulders. "Bully! bully!" he cried. "I'll give you the tip for the Askatoon cup." "I'm a Christian. I hate horse-racers and gamblers," she returned mockingly.
The moment with Louise in the garden lighted by the dim moon, the passing instant of perfect understanding, the touch of her hair upon his lips, her supple form yielding to his as he clasped her in his arms, had dropped like a curtain between him and the fateful episode in the main street of Askatoon.
"What is it quick?" he added, and his words were like a sharp grip upon Dan Welldon's shoulder. "Racing? cards?" Dan nodded. "Yes, over at Askatoon; five hundred on Jibway, the favorite he fell at the last fence; five hundred at poker with Nick Fison; and a thousand in land speculation at Edmonton, on margin. Everything went wrong." "And so you put your hand in the railway company's money-chest?"
A fresh chapter would begin tomorrow; but sufficient unto the day was the evil thereof. Mazarine discovered the flight of Louise soon after she had gone. He had not been five hundred yards from the house since she returned with Orlando after the night spent upon the prairie, save when he had been obliged to go in to Askatoon and had taken her with him, dumb and passive.
The handsome, inanimate girl-wife never appeared by herself in the streets of Askatoon, but always in the company of her morose husband, whose only human association seemed to be his membership in the Methodist body so prominent in the town.
They were a prayer for protection and a cry for comradeship. When Louise first clasped hands with the Young Doctor on her arrival at Askatoon, the soft appeal of her fingers had made him understand that loneliness where she lived, and to bear which she sought help.
At first she thought there had been oblique references to her husband, but these remarks about marriage would certainly exclude him. Yet, would they exclude him? During the time in which Shiel's history was not known might there not have been but no, it could not have been so, for it was Kitty who had sent the letter which had brought her to Askatoon.
It was the camp-fire of some prairie pioneer making for a new settlement in the North; and beside it was a tent whose owner was absent in Askatoon. Orlando dug heels into his horse and rode for the point from which the cry for help had come. Something was undoubtedly wrong. The voice was that of one in real trouble a hoarse, strangled sort of voice.
The Young Doctor liked talking to Patsy Kernaghan better than to any other person in Askatoon. He was always sure to be stimulated by a new point of view, but he never failed to provoke Kernaghan by scepticism. "One wild bird from 'Pernambukoko' does not make a zoological garden, Patsy," he said with an air of dissent.
"Being about to burgle the bank, it's well not to be seen together eh?" "No, I'm not in on that business, Mr. Kerry. I'm for breaking banks, not burgling 'em," was the cheerful reply. They laughed, but Crozier knew that the observant gambling farmer was not talking at haphazard. They had met on the highway, as it were, many times since Crozier had come to Askatoon, and Crozier knew his man.
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