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It would be impertinence of me to say anything in praise of it, except that I have read the chapters on "Illegitimate Offspring of Heterostyled Plants" and on "Cleistogamic Flowers" with great interest. I hope you admire as I do Mr. Belt's remarkable series of papers in support of his terrific "oceanic glacier river-damming" hypothesis.
Pennycuick traced Cashel's route from Belt's to near Calgary with Belt's clothes, horse, saddle and the aforesaid $50.00 gold certificate. But thus far there was no evidence that Belt was not alive somewhere, and so Cashel was tried for stealing and sentenced to the penitentiary.
Constable McLeod investigated and discovered that when Belt was last seen a young man, who gave himself the name of Elseworth, was staying with him. The description indicated that Elseworth and Cashel were one and the same. Belt's horse, saddle, shot gun, clothes and money, including a $50.00 gold bill, had vanished.
Following Lieutenant Belt's advice, Ellen made her horse spring forward, and they at length again overtook Major Malcolm and Fanny. Just then a party of blacks were seen ahead, coming along the road towards them. Fanny was about to check her horse, fearing that they had evil intentions. "If they are rebels we must dash by them it is our best chance of escape," cried the major, drawing his sword.
In the absence of the British admiral, the senior officer at Halifax assembled a board of captains which collected what his letter styles the depositions of the "Little Belt's" officers. Depositions would imply that the witnesses were sworn, but it is not so said in the report of the Board, where they simply "state."
"Get down the belt's yours" or words to that effect. It was unofficial, that verdict, but it was unanimous and voiced with enthusiasm. Andy turned his head and smiled acknowledgment. "All right but wait till I tame this hoss proper! Him and I've got a point to settle!"
Then the Very Young Man opened his eyes, looked around dizzily for an instant, and began feeling with his hands the belt at his waist, his shoes, wrist-watch, and the pouches under his armpits. "It's all right," he said with an enthusiasm that contrasted strangely with the tremor in his voice. "The belt's getting smaller, too. We're going to be able to take everything with us."
"That ain't all," continued Hardy, with a gloating chuckle. "Th' Old Man, 'e sez 'Belt's bein' invalided, McCullough's gettin' 'is third stripe, an' Dyvis is goin' dahn t' th' Corp'ril's Class at Regina, but that there young Redmond worries me! I don't know wot t' do abaht 'im, 'e sez jes' like that sorter kind-like not a bit like th' O.C. o' a Division torkin' t' a buck private.
Typhoid is pretty slow, but she has a good nurse in Hannah, and I don't doubt she'll pull through. Is that you, Marian? Come here, honey." Marian went to her old friend. "I was telling about Almira Belt's being down with typhoid," said Mrs. Hunt. "Oh, isn't that too bad?" Marian's sympathies were real.
He looked at the boy, piercingly, and answered: "Very well. If you've got the nerve." "I have!" Eye flashed to eye. Came the decision: "Your belt's too small. Take mine!" The Englishman unfastened his own belt, grasped the boy by the shoulders, spun him round, ran the belt under his arms and through the two sides of the harness he had strapped on himself.
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