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Updated: June 29, 2025
I suppose you won't be sorry?" Crestwick stretched out his feet to display his broken boots and rent trousers. "Well," he said, "since I left here, I've spent a good deal of my time in an icy creek, and it's nearly a week since I had any sleep worth speaking of.
Well, I've had to wait for my money, with the interest by no means regularly paid, and unless you can square off the account, I must ask you to leave me a free hand to deal with Crestwick as I think fit. In return, if it's needful, I'll see you through on reasonable terms until you marry Miss Crestwick or somebody else with money." On the whole, Gladwyne was conscious of relief.
Now, what Crestwick told you shows that the person who left him his money very wisely handed it to trustees, with instructions to pay him only an allowance until he's twenty-four. It's a somewhat similar case to the one I've instanced he's drawing on a capital he can't get possession of for two or three years, and no doubt paying an extortionate interest.
"I guess I can fix it; but we'll get our value out of you." "That's a compliment, if you look at it in one way," Crestwick grinned in reply. When Garnet had left them, he turned to Lisle. "Thanks awfully. Of course, it was your idea." "Garnet suggested the thing; that's more flattering, isn't it?" Crestwick looked at him, smiling.
Besides, she has always idolized Clarence, and that would account for her not seeing his friends' failings." "It's curious that Gladwyne makes so much of that young Crestwick." "I've wondered about it," Nasmyth confessed. "The lad's vicious and I've an idea that the influence Clarence has over him isn't beneficial. In fact, I'm sorry for his sister.
"I didn't think you'd manage it that way," Batley remarked. "The edge appears a little more promising." He went up, with Lisle following, finding hold for knees and fingers, while Nasmyth and Crestwick, panting heavily, encouraged each other below. On reaching the top of the pinnacle, Batley lay upon it and gave Lisle his hand; and when he had drawn him up he pointed to the tree.
Crestwick, however, obviously failed to notice this; Lisle thought the idea of getting on to the inside track appealed to his vanity. "It's a curious name they've given the mine," commented the lad, repeating it. "What does it mean?" Lisle started, for he recognized the name, and it offered him a lead. Strolling toward the group, he leaned against the table. "I can tell you that," he said.
His dripping garments were ragged, his boots gaped open, and his soft felt hat had fallen shapeless about his head. He found Lisle in a similar guise sitting at his evening meal. "Have they got the pipes and those large castings across the big ravine?" Lisle asked. "Yes, that has been done," Crestwick answered.
Nasmyth looked disturbed. "It's unpleasant, but I can't help feeling that you're right. One way or another, young Crestwick will have to pay his entrance fees." He rose and stretched himself lazily. "I'll spoil my temper if I say any more about it, and as we've had a long day I'm off to bed."
"Was it only an animus against Batley that prompted you?" she asked. "No," he admitted candidly; "I wanted to get young Crestwick out of his clutches. I'm not sure he's worth troubling about, but I'm sorry for his sister. As I've said before, there's something fine in the way she sticks to him."
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