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Mabel looked happy and modestly proud. She was obviously satisfied and in a way enjoyed all that a woman could wish for. The house was pretty; Farnam was indulgent and showed his wife a deference that Agatha liked. He owned a large orchard and had sufficient capital to cultivate it properly. George Strange was marked by a complacent, self-confident manner that his urbanity somewhat toned down.
"Since Thirlwell manages a mine, he must know something about prospecting, and if he reckons the chances are pretty good " "Mr. Thirlwell does not really believe I will find the ore," Agatha said with incautious frankness. George laughed ironically and Farnam looked surprised, while his wife asked: "Then why is he going?" Agatha felt embarrassed.
Farnam went away, and Farnam presently made an excuse for following his wife. When they had gone George remarked: "I must pull out to-morrow, but Florence sends a message. She wants you to stop with us for two or three months." "Florence is kind," said Agatha. "I would like to go, but you know it's impossible." "I don't know," George rejoined in an authoritative voice.
Then she took the girl away and some time afterwards, when they were talking in her room, remarked: "There's an obvious end to your romance, my dear. I suppose you're going to marry Thirlwell?" Agatha blushed, but gave her a steady glance. "He has not asked me." Mrs. Farnam pondered this and then made a sign of understanding. "I think I see; the man is white, although perhaps he's foolishly proud.
"I don't know what to do with you," she resumed. "No doubt you knew Mr. Farnam is away, but the pistol magazine is full. To begin with, you had better empty your pockets. Pull them inside out!" He obeyed and dropped a pipe, a tobacco tin, and two or three silver coins. "Those are mine; I've corralled nothing of yours." "So it seems!" Agatha rejoined. "For all that, you can leave the things there.
Farnam's pretty, warm room, Agatha wondered what Thirlwell was doing in the frozen North. Farnam had invested some money in the mine, and Agatha knew George had come to talk about the company's business. "Things are not going well with us," he said presently. "Our money's nearly spent and Thirlwell has not been able to get out much ore.
He had begun to get fat and looked rather aggressively prosperous. In fact, George was a typical business man and it was ridiculous to think he could understand. "But what about your clothes?" Mrs. Farnam asked. "You must have a special outfit for the bush." "They're all bought! Before I left Toronto I ordered what I would need to be got ready and properly packed.
Pete stood up slowly. "What are you trying to say? This business about quotas and organization of labor " "You didn't read our credentials as we instructed you, Farnam. Mr. Nathan is the official governor of the colony on Baron IV, as of now. You'll find him most co-operative, I'm sure, but he's answerable directly to me in all matters. My job is administration of the entire Baron system.
But Pete could hear nothing. A chill of uneasiness ran through him; he pushed open the door and walked inside. A dozen of his friends looked up silently, avoiding the eyes of the uniformed stranger in the center of the room. When he saw the man, Pete Farnam knew something was wrong indeed. It wasn't Captain Schooner. It was a man he'd never seen before.
One ought to keep a proper balance. In the meantime, she was tired, and feeling limp with the reaction from the strain. She got up and shortly afterwards went to bed. Agatha said nothing next morning about her adventure, although she heard that the lame man had left the packing shed when his companions were asleep and had not come back. Next day Farnam returned and in the evening, when Mrs.
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