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Supposing he succeeded, the dreadful consequences were painfully clear to him; the hideous noise it would make in the world when they got out; the ugly look it would have, with no one to bear out his story but Natalie, and her lawful husband among the dead! Grylls's lying letter had shown him how easy it would be to paint that side of the story in the colours of justice.
Garth swallowed a sob of relief for the diversion. The storm might be playing right into Nick Grylls's hand; but one could face the bustle and uproar with renewed courage. The sail was brought clattering to the deck; a couple of sweeps were hastily run out; and the Loseis was pulled for the nearest point of the shore.
Her face was set and sad but still unhumbled; and from this and the obsequious poise of Grylls's head, when he turned to her, Garth knew she was so far safe from him. His heart breathed a still hymn of thankfulness. Grylls sat on the other side of the fire, with his back against a rock.
"Well, he better not get you down on him," said Albert propitiatingly. Natalie came sailing out of the farmhouse as fresh and smiling as the morning itself. Garth hastened to meet her. A dark flush rose in Grylls's cheeks, and he gritted his teeth, until the muscles stood out in lumps on either side his jaw.
Warmth returned with excruciating pain. He conceded his worn body a little rest for he knew they could not get their horses before morning but in an hour, dressed, and with his pack and his gun on his back, he was crawling back toward Grylls's camp. This shore of the river, like the other, was formed of fragments and masses of rock, which had fallen from the cliffs above.
And deprive me of the pleasure of her company!" he said mockingly. "I guess not!" Mabyn was silent. Garth dimly apprehended what a torment of impotent fear and rage the creature must be enduring. He had delivered himself hand and foot into Grylls's power; and Grylls no longer even kept up a pretense of hiding his own designs on Natalie. "Better turn in," Grylls said indifferently.
Another volunteered further information in Cree, in which the names of Mary and Nick Grylls were coupled. "What's that?" demanded the startled Garth. "Mary Co-que-wasa Nick Grylls's woman," said his first informant. That was all he could get out of them. It did not conduce to the ease of his first bed in the wilderness.
"And what are you doing here?" "Why," said he, quizzically, "'tis a monstrous confession for this time of the year, but I was fishing for trout; and, what is more, I have taken two, with Walton's number two June-fly, lad Mr. Grylls's variety the wings, if you remember, made of the black drake's feathers, with a touch of grey horsehair on the shank.
He collected his forces for a last effort; and, suddenly wrenching his shoulders from under the hands that pressed them down, he gained his feet, and his hands seized upon Grylls's throat. It was the big man's vulnerable point; and a subtle sweetness flooded Garth's breast as he felt him begin to fail. Foul living was telling in the end.
Bam-by I t'ink they come together." "What horse was she on?" Garth demanded. "Nick Grylls's big roan," she answered. "They mak' a bag for her to sit in. She sit one side; Mary Co-que-wasa sit the other." "Find the roan's tracks," ordered Garth. Rina shook her head. "I never follow that horse," she said. "Find the heaviest tracks then!"
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