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"We'll work right round the brulee," Vane decided. "Then I suppose we'd better head back for Vancouver, though we'll look at that cedar as we go down. Something might be made of it I'm not sure we've thrown our time away." "You'd never be sure of that. It isn't in you." Vane disregarded this. A new, constructive policy was already springing up out of the wreck of his previous plans.
"Yes," Vane responded; "you could cite the three extra big head seas, and I've noticed that when one burned tree comes down in a brulee, it's quite often followed by two more, though there may be a number just ready to fall." He mused for a few moments, with the spray whistling about him.
He's there, Father Bonot is, they told me in Washington. He's an old, old man. Let's go back home there." "Why, yes," said the girl, "if you want, we'll go." "You were a little baby at Cannes Brulée yes," animatedly, "that's what we'll do. We'll go home to Father Bonot, Malise." At the touch of Mr. Jonas the minister started. His face was grey. Then he got up and followed the other.
Carroll got up and they spent the remainder of the day plodding through the brulee, with the result that when darkness fell Vane had abandoned all idea of working the spruce. The next morning they set out for the inlet, and one afternoon during the journey they came upon several fallen logs lying athwart each other with their branches spread in an almost impenetrable tangle.
Another element of safety, of which she knew nothing, was a letter from the Cannes Brulée.
Then with a mad "Halloo!" the guide seized a flaming stick from the fire, and, swinging it above his head, started after the big black animal of which Neal had caught a glimpse before. He now saw it plainly as, already fifty yards ahead, it made off at a plunging gallop across the moonlit brûlée.
The two weeks at Cannes Brulée were strange to the girl, thus introduced to a Southern house overflowing with guests and servants, and she moved amid the idling and irresponsibility, the laughter and persiflage, with a sense of being outside of it all, and the fault, try as she would, her own.
The moonlight was bright enough for one to travel by, at least in the brûlée, and he was sufficiently acquainted with western human nature to feel certain that every man in the settlement would have started when he heard of their discovery, and, what was more to the purpose, would not waste a moment on the journey.
It was half an hour before he went on again with his garments ensanguined as the result of Alton's treatment with the knife, and he gasped with relief when after a march of four miles, which occupied most of what was left of the day, they came out into the more open spaces of a big brulee.
A good many things might happen up there in the north, including snow-slides, floods and frost, or the downward rush of great trees in a brulee.
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