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The lad stood quite still a moment staring at him, and Winston returning his gaze steadily felt his pulses throb. "Well, trooper, what has brought you here?" he said. "Homestead visitation, sir," said the lad, who had a pleasant English voice. "Mr. Courthorne, I presume accept my regrets if I stared too hard at you but for a moment you reminded me of a man I knew.
Winston did not know what prompted him to agree, but it all seemed part of a purpose that impelled him against his reasoning will, and he sat still beside the stove, while his host went out to give orders respecting supper and the return of the sleigh. He was also glad to be alone a while, for now and then a fit of anger shook him as he saw how he had been duped by Courthorne.
Any way, the horse threw me and made off, and after lying under some willows a good deal of the day, I dragged myself along until I saw a house." "That," said Winston, "is beside the question. What do you want of me? Money in all probability. Well, you will not get it." "I'm afraid I'm scarcely fit for a discussion now," said Courthorne.
He also knew Lance Courthorne, and remembering how the lash had seamed his face, expected no pity. One of them is was tolerably certain would have set out on the long trail before the morning, but they breed grim men in the bush of Ontario, and no other kind ride very long with the wardens of the prairie. "Stop where you are," said Courthorne, presently. "Now then, turn round.
"I don't know that you will understand me, but I scarcely think it would. It may have been a mistake of mine to do what I did, but I have a good deal on my shoulders already." Courthorne made no answer as he led his horse across, the bridge. Then he mounted, and looked down on the farmer who stood beside him.
The stubborn patience and self-control with which he had faced the loss of his wheat crops and frozen stock stood him in good stead now. He fancied the lawyer seemed a trifle astonished at his appearance, and sat down wondering whether he had previously spoken to Courthorne, until the question was answered for him.
"Yes," said Winston wearily, "I have a good deal on hand I would like to finish here and it will not take me long, but I am quite prepared to give myself up now, if it is necessary." Courthorne laughed. "I don't think you need, and it wouldn't be wise. You see, even if you made out your innocence, which you couldn't do, you rendered yourself an accessory by not denouncing me long ago.
It scratched for a moment or two, and then fell from his relaxing fingers, while the man who took the paper wrote across the foot of it, and then would have handed it to Colonel Barrington, but that Dane quietly laid his hand upon it. "No," he said. "If you want another witness take me." Barrington thanked him with a gesture, and Courthorne, looking round, saw Stimson.
"The fact is, it hurts me to talk, and there's an aggressiveness about you which isn't pleasant to a badly-shaken man. Wait until this evening, but there is no necessity for you to ride to the outpost before you have heard me." "I'm not sure it would be advisable to leave you here," said Winston dryly. Courthorne smiled ironically. "Use your eyes.
Courthorne, and now you remind me of another man I once had dealings with," he said. Winston laughed a little. "I scarcely fancy that is very civil, Sergeant." "Well," said the prairie-rider, "there is a difference, when I look at you more closely. Let me see, I met you once or twice back there in Alberta?" He appeared to be reflecting, but Winston was on his guard.
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