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He slapped his thigh. "I said there was something fishy about it." "There was nothing fishy, as you call it, at all, Mr. Chayne, and I'm surprised at your casting such an aspersion on my character. I had a short letter from Mrs. Prescott yesterday enclosing four other letters which she asked me to stamp and post, as I owed her fourpence change on her bill." "Where did she write from?"
Sylvia, indeed, living as she did within herself, was inclined to hero-worship naturally; and Chayne was of the type to which, to some extent through contrast with the run of her acquaintance, she gave a high place in her thoughts.
"We will stop here," said Michel Revailloud, as he stepped on to the little platform of earth in front of the door. "If we start again at midnight, we shall be on the glacier at daybreak. We cannot search the Glacier des Nantillons in the dark." Chayne agreed reluctantly. He would have liked to push on if only to lull thought by the monotony of their march.
"It was as dirty a voyage as ever I made," said Captain Maturin. "A ripping time, anyhow," said Jaffery. "Weren't you very seasick?" I asked. "Ho! ho! ho!" Jaffery roared derisively. "Mr. Chayne's pretty tough, sir," said the Captain with a grave smile. "He has missed his vocation. He's a good sailor lost." "Remember that night off Vigo?" "I don't ever want to see such another, Mr. Chayne.
"Why, that's true," said Chayne, and as they walked to the post-office he argued more to convince himself than Michel Revailloud. "It's very likely some quite small accident a sprained ankle." But the moment after he had sent the telegram, and when he and Michel stood again outside the post-office, the fear which was in him claimed utterance.
And so the talk went on and the comradeship grew. But Chayne noticed that always Garratt Skinner came back to the great climbs of the earlier mountaineers, the Brenva ascent of Mont Blanc, the Col Dolent, the two points of the Aiguille du Dru and the Aiguille Verte. "But you, too, have climbed," Chayne cried at length. "On winter nights by my fireside," replied Garratt Skinner, with a smile.
But Chayne had no doubt that she was referring to that decision which she had taken on the summit of the peak. She stood up to go. "You stay here to-night?" she said. "Yes." "You cross the Col Dolent to-morrow?" "Yes." She looked at him quickly and then away. "You will be careful? In the shadow there?" "Yes."
Chayne rode over upon that afternoon, and found Garratt Skinner alone and, according to his habit, stretched at full-length in his hammock with a cigar between his lips. He received Captain Chayne with the utmost geniality. He had long since laid aside his ineffectual vulgarity of manner. "You must put up with me, Captain Chayne," he said. "My daughter is out.
Can you think why?" and even as she asked, she looked at that clenched hand of hers as though the answer to that question as well lay hidden there. "I am afraid," she said once more; and upon that Chayne committed the worst of the many indiscretions which had signalized his courtship. "You are afraid? Sylvia! Then let me take you away!" At once Sylvia drew back.
The sky paled, the dim masses of rock drew near about the climbers, and over the steep walls, the light flowed into the white basin of the glacier as though from every quarter of the sky. Sylvia stopped and Chayne came up with her.
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