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Updated: June 6, 2025
"We are getting along nicely now, are we not? But there is something else I want you to do." "For heaven's sake! what is it?" Donaster angrily and impatiently asked. "Give me a piece of paper and a pen: I will write it down." When these were produced, Grimsby wrote rapidly, Donaster watching him somewhat curiously. "Listen to this," he ordered when he had finished.
"Chain break?" Donaster queried. "Something's gone, that's certain. We're not draggin' the anchor, anyway. We couldn't git this fer with the anchor towin' below. It would have caught in something or other an' brought us up if it had been there. But it ain't there. The chain must have snapped an' let the boat go adrift. It broke once before an' dad fixed it with a piece of wire.
"I haven't heard about her." "No, I suppose not. I only learned the news this morning. Men are now dragging the river for her body." "It is certainly sad. Who is she? and why did she drown herself?" "She is the only daughter of Randall, the big lumber merchant. Her father and mother wanted her to marry some young Lord, Donaster I think is his name.
"Come on, Bill," Donaster ordered. "I suspected she was here." So intent were the two men upon their search that they paid no more heed to Eben, but hurried at once toward the cabin. Had they been the least suspicious and glanced back, they might have been more cautious.
"I am positive that she went up river with you on this boat. What became of her after she left you?" "I told ye I don't know where she is. Ye'll have to go an' find her yerself, if yer so interested in her." Several times during the night Donaster attempted in vain to wrest the secret from Eben, and his failure made him angry.
The words snapped, from Eben's lips, and his hands gripped hard upon the wheel as he swung the boat somewhat to the left, while the steamer surged by. "What makes you say that?" Grimsby questioned. This was the first glimpse he had caught of the boy's feeling, and he surmised its meaning. "D'ye think she'd marry a thing like Donaster?" Eben contemptuously asked. "She's got more sense."
So the girl had thrown over Donaster, too, he mused, the same as she had treated him at the quarry. He felt a certain degree of sympathy for the man. Why should he not help him, and take her away from Hampton? It would be some satisfaction, for the spirit of revenge was still rankling in his soul. But Donaster didn't love her. He had said that there was no such a thing as love.
"I shall give you just five minutes to do what I wish," he told him. "Otherwise, I shall go at once to Mrs. Randall. Make up your mind, and be quick about it." Very reluctantly Donaster obeyed, and made out a cheque payable to Gabriel Grimsby. The latter held it in his hand and studied it carefully for a few minutes after he had received it. He smiled as he looked at Donaster.
He knew that the man was wrong, for he himself loved the girl as he had never loved anyone before. She meant everything to him, and his life was bleak and desolate since she had left the boat. Why should Hampton have her? "Look here, you haven't answered my question." It was Donaster speaking. "What question?" "I asked you where Miss Randall is. I am sure you know." "Yer mistaken, then.
Then she gave a nervous laugh, and resumed her seat. "Leave me alone now," she ordered. "I see it is no use talking to you any more to-night, you are so unreasonable and headstrong. Your father will have to take you in hand. He will soon knock this nonsense out of your head. He is determined that you shall marry Mr. Donaster, and you might as well make up your mind to that first as last."
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