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Pup did not say, but he expressed such violent joy at being noticed, that he nearly fell off the platform of the mortar-gallery in one of his extravagant gyrations. "That won't do, Pup," said Bremner, shaking his head at the creature, whose countenance expressed deep contrition. "Don't go on like that, else you'll fall into the sea and be drownded, and then I shall be left alone.
"Would you ask Andrew, Mr. Bremner, if we had better not take supplies from your store in part payment for the eggs?" she inquired. I put the question to Andrew as things began to dawn in my mind. "Tell her it'll suit me all right," he agreed.
He looked dishevelled and was evidently labouring under badly suppressed excitement. "Where's Rita?" he growled. I put my buckets aside and took my pipe from between my teeth. "Half-way home by this time, I hope," I said. "She is, eh!" he cut in sarcastically. "Guess so! Look here, Bremner, what'n the hell's your game with Rita, anyway?" I went straight up to him. I did not want to quarrel.
A little, frail-looking, pale-faced, elderly gentleman was at my elbow. He smiled at me with the smile of an angel, and my heart went out to him at once, so much so that I could have hugged him in my arms. "My name is William Auld," he continued. "I am the medical missionary. What is yours, my son?" He held out his hand to me. "George Bremner," I replied, gripping his. "Let me bring you a chair."
"Och! poor sowl!" ejaculated O'Connor. Bremner threw all his strength into a final wrench, which tore away the pincers and left the tooth as firm as ever! Forsyth leaped up and dashed his comrades right and left. "That'll do," he roared, and darted up the ladder into the apartment above, through which he ascended to the barrack-room, and flung himself on his bed.
Almost I had begun to congratulate myself that he had decided to let slumbering dogs lie, when, one afternoon, as I was sorting the newly arrived and scanty mail, I was surprised to find a letter bearing the name of Dow, Cross & Sneddon of Vancouver and addressed: Mr. George Bremner, Superintendent, Golden Crescent Trading Co., Golden Crescent Bay, B. C. Hello!
They continued to shout good wishes, warnings, and advice to their comrade until out of hearing, and then waved adieu to him until he was lost to view. We have said that Bremner was alone, yet he was not entirely so; he had a comrade with him, in the shape of his little black dog, to which reference has already been made.
How's that top-notcher swell Bremner comin' on?" He turned to me. "Let's fill him up, too." They came over to me, but I pretended still to be unconscious. My head was limply bent over my chest. They jerked it up by my forelock and looked into my face.
Bremner, could I lend you that extra hundred and fifty pounds or so?" I looked at her. She was all willingness and meekness; the latter a mood which I, even with my scant knowledge of her, did not altogether believe in. "Sure, miss," put in Jake. "Come on, if you ain't skeered o' soilin' your glad rags." She waited for my word. "I am sure your help would be valuable, Miss Grant," I said.
"Who's gittin' narvous?" exclaimed George Forsyth, at whom Bremner had looked when he made the last remark. "Sure ye misjudge him," cried O'Connor. "It's only another twist o' the toothick. But it's all very well in you to spake lightly o' gales in that fashion. Wasn't the Eddystone Lighthouse cleared away one stormy night, with the engineer and all the men, an' was niver more heard on?"
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