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Crestwick did not seem surprised, nor did he display much appreciation. "To tell the truth, I thought you might have mentioned the matter before," he remarked. "Still, if you want my services, you'll have to go up twenty dollars." "A week?" Garnet asked ironically. "You promise well; if you stay here a year or two you'll make a useful and enterprising citizen.
Crestwick watched Gladwyne intently. The man's face was strangely eager, considering that all he had been asked to do was to test the bay's speed, and there was a hardness in his expression that fixed Crestwick's attention; he wondered the cause of it.
"Well," he replied, "I'm ready to stand by what I said, and I'll add that if I had any shares I'd give them away to anybody who would register as their owner before the next call is made." "I understood there wouldn't be a call for a long while," Crestwick broke in. "Then whoever told you so must have been misinformed," Lisle rejoined. "Are you casting any doubt upon my honor?"
Nasmyth was fishing near the camp and Lisle was busy with a canoe near by. "Where are the rest? How have they got on?" Lisle asked. "I think Batley went back to the last reach with Carew's rod," Crestwick answered. "I met Gladwyne and one of the packers on the low range back yonder; they'd only got a blue grouse." "I could have done with the man here," said Lisle. "Which way were they heading?"
"Bottom now; you're low!" he cried, and then his expression slightly changed. Both spots were drilled out this did not look altogether like an accident. "Center!" he announced after another shot, and all the faces surrounding him became intent. The three hearts were neatly punched. "A fresh card!" exclaimed Crestwick, looking around at Batley with an exultant sparkle in his eyes.
All I mean is that I might help you and you might help me. I'm not quite what you seem to think I am, and if I can get my money back out of Gladwyne I won't harm him." "I don't care in the least whether you harm him or not. But I'll try to arrange that you drop Crestwick." Batley considered this for a moment or two.
He was up in a moment, gasping hard, almost astonished to find himself in security, and Lisle led him back to the snow-covered shingle. "It strikes me as fortunate that I came to look for you," he observed. "You'd probably have ended by walking into the river." "Thanks," said Crestwick simply. "It isn't the first hole you've pulled me out of."
"He'd no doubt let you have the beast." "It's possible," Nasmyth agreed dryly. "But I've objections to being indebted to him; and I don't want Batley, Marple and Crestwick to take a hand in and put their money on me. However, we'll think it over." They retired to sleep soon afterward; and the next day Lisle walked across to call on Gladwyne, in a quietly determined mood.
Since Miss Crestwick dropped you, there's only Miss Gladwyne available, so far as I know, and you have got to marry money and do so pretty soon. I'm willing to do anything that may help on the match." Gladwyne's face burned, he looked savage, but Batley continued to watch him with an ironical smile. "I don't want to drive you too hard, but I'm only stating an obvious fact," he concluded.
He was conscious of a most uncharitable wish that Lisle would come to grief at one of the fences and break his neck. In many ways, this would be a vast relief. "Would anybody like to make it a sporting match?" Crestwick asked. "The bay's my fancy; I'm ready to back it." Bella tried to catch his eye, but he disregarded this. She, however, saw Lisle glance at Batley and noticed the latter's smile.
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