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It was a hot night but the sweat on Glen's face was caused as much by terror as by his exertion. He ran not knowing where he was going and at last hardly seeing. Then he swung around a sharp corner, came into collision with some kind of a vehicle, and rolled over and over with it and its occupant into the gutter.
"Look," and Redmond drew his attention to Glen's blushing face. "Now do you understand?" "Oh, I see," and Harmon smiled. "A wedding; is that it?" "It seems so from all appearance, and that means a great deal of work for us all." "And you will live here?" Harmon eagerly asked, turning to Glen. "We hope to, Mr. Harmon, providing you care to have your daughter so near.
"Grizzlies?" the girl queried. "Worse than grizzlies, and far more ugly, crafty, and brutal." "My, I never heard of such creatures," and the girl's eyes grew big with astonishment. "Oh, I guess you have," and Reynolds smiled. "They raise and train them in Germany. I met them in France." "What! were you over there?" Glen's interest and admiration were intense now.
It is worthy of note that the service was freely offered before the man spoke so much as a word. It had not been Glen's habit to volunteer help. He was feeling the influence of the home he had just left. The offer was not kindly received. The man's reply was so churlish as to leave open the suspicion that he was not naturally a man of pleasant ways. "Garn away f'm here," he snarled.
He had sent the most urgent requirement for sixty thousand dollars. And she herself had written, at once. Searle had assured her he had sent him word by special messenger. Starlight was less than a long day's ride away. Glen had already had time to see that account in the paper and write. She had no suspicions of Bostwick. She had seen Glen's letter and read it for herself.
Glen's station. Friday, 4th November, 1859. Started from Chambers Creek for the Emerald Spring. At ten miles crossed nine fresh horse-tracks going eastward; I supposed them to be those of His Excellency the Governor-in-Chief. I have not as yet seen his outward track. Arrived at the spring before sundown. Saturday, 5th November, Emerald Spring. Started at 7.30 on a course of 340 degrees.
"Thirty pieces of silver wass a fery small reward for such a dirty deed, and him one of the Chief's tail too; it wass a mistake to be trusting to fisher folk instead of Glen's men. "There iss something I hef wished," concluded Janet, who seemed to have given her mind to the whole incident, "that Peter or some other man had drawn his skean-dhu and slippit it quietly into Judas.
Thus once more did he display power of choice, incidentally of control, for when that horn tooted it was all he could do to refrain from running for the barn. The nature-faker would analyze what went on in Glen's brain somewhat in the following fashion. He had had, in his short life, experiences that not one of all his ancestors had ever had.
She longed to throw herself upon the bed and give vent to her feelings in a flood of tears. But she knew that her father would be expecting her downstairs, so it was necessary to make haste. When at last she entered the dining-room, Weston was already there, talking with Nannie. The latter noticed Glen's pale face, but made no comment.
He had gone quietly into the tent where he had expected to find his friend Spencer. "Good old scout!" cried Will, as he wrung his hand. "You've been giving me more worry than all the rest of my children put together, but I forgive everything now you have returned. Wherever you've been I hope this will be a lesson to you and you'll never go treasure hunting again." Glen's reply was startling.
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