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Updated: June 3, 2025
All the letters and documents of the time speak of Governor Garry's visits as carrying a gleam of sunshine wherever he went and it was appropriate that the new fort built in the following year should bear the name Fort Garry. This was the wooden fort, which still remained in existence though superseded as a fort in 1850.
He had heard the stir at the door and had seen Holker join Miss Felicia, and while the talk between the two lasted he had interspersed his talk to Ruth with accounts of the supper, and Garry's getting the ring, to which was added the boy's enthusiastic tribute to the architect himself. "The greatest man I have met yet," he said in his quick, impulsive way. "We don't have any of them down our way.
Kenny looked at his watch. It was not yet eight o'clock. "Garry," he said, "is that you?" "Yes. Who's calling?" "It's I Kenny." "Kenny!" Garry's astonished voice came clearly over the wire. "Kenny, where on earth did you go?" he demanded. "And what's the matter? Is anything wrong? What are you doing up in the middle of the night?" Kenny snorted.
The words were hardly out of Garry's mouth, and before his chums had had a chance to survey the stranger, the object of their conversation threw down his newspaper and getting up sauntered over to where the trio was sitting. The boys looked up and gazed inquiringly at the newcomer, who seemed not a whit abashed at their scrutiny. "Going on a camping trip?" he inquired with a pleasant smile.
There was a snarl and a violent squirming for a moment, and then all was still. Garry's shot had sent the wild echoes chashing through the still forest, and in a trice, Phil and Dick were awakened, and came rushing to his side, bringing their rifles with them. "What is it, Garry?" shouted Phil. "Have we been attacked?" "No, but there is no telling what he might have done.
The skipper laughed, as he generally did at Garry's nonsensical, queer sayings. "By George, O'Neil! I must go down and have a glass of grog to wash the taste of that awful pun out of my mouth!" he cried, turning to leave the bridge for the first time since he had come up there at sunset.
Since there was evidently no register in the room, it seemed safe to flash his lamp. It must be explained that Garry's examination of the room occupied only a matter of seconds. Just as he was about to press the button of the flashlight, he heard the purring voice of LeBlanc, muffled and indistinct. With a thrill of excitement, he knew that there was a register in the room after all.
Touch that bell before you go and say what." "No I won't drink anything, if you don't mind. You heard about Garry's winning the prize?" "No." Biffton hadn't moved since he had elongated his foot in search of Jack's chair. "Why Garry got first prize in his office. I went with him to the supper; he's with Holker Morris, you know." "Yes. Rather nice. Yes, I did hear.
Garry's shot had pierced the brain right in the forehead, and the animal had evidently died almost instantly. They examined the animal. It was a sort of a pepper-and-salt color with a pencil or streak of black hair extending from the back of the ears.
With the subletting of Garry's house and the shipping of his furniture that which was not sold to her step-father's house, Jack's efforts on behalf of his dead friend and his family came to a close. Ruth helped Corinne pack her personal belongings, and Jack found a tenant who moved in the following week.
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