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The dying reverberations slowly rolled away and left the room in deathly silence. The serious light in the girl's eyes was augmented by the decided set of her mouth. She kept her face studiously turned from Iredale, who, observing with all the intuition of a man in deadly earnest, read in her expression something of what his answer was to be. "Can you not do you not care for me sufficiently?"
A thoughtful pucker marred the perfect arch of her brows, and her half-veiled eyes were turned upon her horse's mane. George Iredale. What of him? He seemed so to have grown into her life of late that she would now scarcely recognize Loon Dyke Farm without him.
And perhaps I would rather have it so. It will then be settled once and for all. I may get off, but I fear that it will be otherwise." At the mention of her brother's name, Prudence started, and the blood receded from her anxious face, leaving it ghastly in its pallor. She had forgotten that he was even now on his way to Winnipeg for the express purpose of denouncing Iredale.
In what manner could he turn his discovery to account? His sense of proportion quickly balanced his ideas. He must at all costs learn the secret of the graveyard, and if it was, as he believed, some "crooked" dealings upon which Iredale was engaged, the rest would be easy. All he wanted was money, and the owner of Lonely Ranch had plenty and to spare.
Hervey fell to the ground with a gurgling cry, and Neche, the dog, until then forgotten by everybody, rolled over by his side with one dying yelp of pain. Then silence reigned throughout the room and all was still. Iredale returned his smoking pistol to his pocket, and went over to Hervey's side. His movements seemed to release the others from the spell under which they had been held.
Iredale swung round like a flash. Nor were the storm-clouds which but now frowned in the heavens more black than the expression of his face. "You miserable hound!" he cried, his eyes sparkling, and his jaw muscles fairly quivering with the force of his clenching teeth. "What hellish crime would you attempt to fix on me now?" Hervey grinned with all the ferocity of a tiger.
I have learned that there is but one woman in the world who can help me to the better, loftier aspirations of man, and that woman is you, Prudence." The girl had ceased to work, and was staring straight in front of her out of the window, where the vivid lightning was now flashing incessantly. As Iredale pronounced the last words she shook her head slowly almost helplessly.
His head was covered with a crown of bristly grey hair that seemed to grow in patches, and his feet were both turned in one direction to the right. "Take this plug and give him a rub down, Chintz," said Iredale. "When he's cool, water and feed him. Mr. Malling won't need him until about eight o'clock." Then he turned towards the house.
"And you think Hervey wouldn't accept a subordinate position?" "He's that proud. Just like my poor Silas," murmured the mother. "Then he's a fool. But you try him," Iredale said dryly. "Do you think he might?" "You never can tell." "I wonder now if you yes, I'll ask him." "Offer it to him, you mean." George Iredale smiled quietly.
And his survey was in the nature of taking the man's moral measure. He looked at the familiar features which he had come to know so well; the easy, confident movements which usually characterized Iredale; the steady glance, the quiet undisturbed expression of his strong face. The watching man saw nothing unusual in his appearance, nothing to give him any clue; but Hervey was not a keen observer.
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