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"I locked the store myself." "Of course they brought it," said Gaviller. "Not much use to discuss that point," said Ambrose curtly. "They have it, and it has robbed them of the last vestiges of manhood. They're nothing but brutes now." The old man rose. "Silence!" he cried quaveringly. "You are insolent! By your light-mindedness and vanity you have raised a storm that no man can see the end of!
It is the threat of a parliamentary investigation that has led them to their present panic and attempt to make a scapegoat of me. "If they think I'll take it lying down they are much mistaken. The Indians' welfare more important than profits, eh? Excuse me if I laugh." Mr. Gaviller added somewhat stronger expression.
If he broke out at you, he's sorry for it now. It takes half my time to fix up his little differences with the people here." He paused to give the other an opportunity to speak. Ambrose remained mum. "The old man certainly has a rough side to his tongue," murmured Strange insinuatingly. "You're jumping to conclusions," said Ambrose coolly. "John Gaviller gave me no cause for offense.
A spark showed in Alexander's eyes. "It is yours," he said. "How can we make a trade?" asked Ambrose, perplexed. "John Gaviller would never honor any order of mine. I have no goods here to give you in trade." "All right," said Alexander imperturbably. "I go to Moultrie to get goods." "You, too," said Ambrose. "I can't import you all." "I got go Moultrie, me," said Alexander.
"But he's got to commit himself." In due course Strange returned. He offered Ambrose a note, still with his deprecating air. It was in Colina's writing. Ambrose read: "John Gaviller begs to inform Mr. Ambrose Doane that the only proposal he is willing to discuss will be the sale to him of all the grain in Mr. Doane's possession at one dollar and a half per bushel.
Her agonized eyes flew to his full of passionate gratitude to hear him defend himself. His scorn both abased and overjoyed her. Her heart knew. None of the others recognized what was passing in those glances. Macfarlane took a step forward. "Here! Leave Miss Gaviller out of this!" he said harshly. Ambrose did not look at him, but his hand clenched ready to strike.
Turning to Colina, he added deprecatingly: "You had better leave the room, Miss Gaviller." She shook her head. Clearly speech was beyond her. Not once during the scene had Ambrose been able to see her eyes, Macfarlane waited a moment for her to go, then shrugged deprecatingly. "Will you submit to handcuffs or must I force you?" he demanded of Ambrose. Ambrose did not hear him.
To-night was to be an occasion, for beside Inspector Egerton they had Duncan Seton, inspector of Company posts, and his wife. The Setons had come down with the police. Seton was to run the post at Fort Enterprise while John Gaviller and Gordon Strange were absent at the trials. Colina, buoyed up with anger, dressed with care.
"When they all got to the Kakisa River a week later she found that he was imprisoned in Gordon Strange's house, and watched day and night." So far the power of Colina's story had carried her hearers along breathlessly with her. Not until she reached this point did a very obvious question occur to the judge. "One moment, Miss Gaviller," he said.
"Surely there can be no question here!" cried Strange with a voice full of reproachful indignation. "I have served Mr. Gaviller faithfully for nearly thirty years. This man's whole aim has been to ruin him!" "This is the tone I should be taking instead of letting him run me out," Ambrose thought dispassionately, as if it were somebody else. But he remained dumb.
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