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Fortunately, the beach was fairly smooth, and after a desperate run they reached a tongue of rock beneath which the eddy swung. Farther on, in the shadow, Batley stood in the water, calling to them and apparently clinging hard to a half-seen object in the stream.
Lisle stood still he was in the shadow watching the lad, who now showed signs of uncertainty. "I dropped a good deal of money the last time I tried it," he protested. "The trouble is that if you come in when the company's starting, you can't form an accurate idea of how it ought to go." "Exactly," replied Batley. "You can rarely be quite sure.
I formed my opinion of him some time ago he's a mighty poor specimen." "I'm inclined to agree with you," replied Batley dryly. They set off early the next morning, and after his forced march, Gladwyne found the load given him sufficiently heavy.
Turn him partly over!" He hurriedly examined Lisle and then looked up. "It's not a case of drowning; and his limbs look sound. Must have got the breath knocked out of him against a boulder." He pointed to a broad red gash on Lisle's forehead as Nasmyth eased him down again. "That explains his unconsciousness." "Where's Gladwyne?" Nasmyth asked. Batley made an expressive gesture.
To Nasmyth's satisfaction and surprise, Lisle spoke to him. "You slept pretty sound," he said. "Didn't hear me getting some information about what happened out of Batley." "Then you know?" "Yes," was the grim answer. "The thing's finished; there's nothing to be done." Nasmyth made a sign of agreement. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Horribly sore all over, left side particularly.
All I mean is that I might help you and you might help me. I'm not quite what you seem to think I am, and if I can get my money back out of Gladwyne I won't harm him." "I don't care in the least whether you harm him or not. But I'll try to arrange that you drop Crestwick." Batley considered this for a moment or two.
"Jim," she protested, "if he'd ridden at the hedge or made the chestnut jump short, he might have broken his own neck. He must have realized it it would make him hesitate." The lad laughed scornfully. "It's quite possible, but is that any excuse? Would Nasmyth or Lisle or Batley have shirked a risk that would mean the saving of the other fellow?
"Bottom now; you're low!" he cried, and then his expression slightly changed. Both spots were drilled out this did not look altogether like an accident. "Center!" he announced after another shot, and all the faces surrounding him became intent. The three hearts were neatly punched. "A fresh card!" exclaimed Crestwick, looking around at Batley with an exultant sparkle in his eyes.
Besides, she could free him of his debt to Batley, which was a thing greatly to be desired. She had shown that she did not blame him severely for the accident at the hurdles, but he realized that in trying to comfort him she had been prompted by pity for his dejected mood, and it was clear that the part he had played was scarcely likely to raise him in her esteem.
He occasionally spoke of business ties, so he had an occupation, but he had not in Lisle's hearing mentioned what it was. Crestwick's face was hot as he answered his remark. "Not at all, Batley. The trouble is that I'm used to the Roberts target, and the spots on the card are puzzling after the rings. I'll get into it presently." "Oh, well," acquiesced the other.
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