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He, too, laughed; but his laugh was an expression of triumph. "You're less clever than I thought, George Iredale," he muttered. "You would have done better to have bought my silence. Now I can sell my discovery elsewhere. Money I want, and money I mean to have." But he spurred his horse on as an anxious thought came to him. Mrs.
Iredale had not fulfilled his promise. Two days had passed since he had told her that he loved her and had asked her to be his wife; nor, since then, had he been over to the farm, nor had she heard a word from him. Fortunately, she told herself, she had said nothing of what had passed between them, not even to her friend Alice; thus she was spared the sympathy of her friends.
Then Prudence spoke. "You will stay to tea?" Iredale pulled himself together. "No, I think not. The storm has passed, the rain is ceasing. I had better hurry back home. It will come back on us the storm, I mean." The girl looked out of the window. "Yes, I think it will. Oh, I forgot to tell you. Hervey went over to see you this afternoon." Iredale's eyes turned sharply upon the girl.
No, I don't think there will be any buying and selling between us, George Iredale." "Then what do you propose? We may as well come to a definite arrangement." The rancher's tone was peculiar. "We'll run this thing for all it's worth. Hang to it as long as there's a cent to be made." Hervey helped himself to more whisky. His self-satisfaction was immense.
She paused with her hand on the open door of the refrigerator and looked back into the man's face. "Did he tell you any details of his failure? What was responsible for it?" Iredale asked, poising his glass on one of the unyielding arms of his chair. "No, that he didn't, not even that," in a tone of pride. "He just said he'd failed.
And, by the Lord Harry, you shall swing for what you did in the mountains! Highway robbery of the Government bullion under the charge of Leslie Grey, and the murder of our Indian guide, Rainy-Moon." Then he turned "Hold that door!" he shouted; and Iredale sprang to obey. "But " Prudence rushed forward, but Sarah stopped her and drew her back. A wild laugh came from Hervey's direction.
And in the meantime I want your promise not to come to the farm until the" she paused to make a swift mental calculation "day after to-morrow at four o'clock in the afternoon." "Tell me your reason." "That is my own." The girl was smiling now. Then she again became excited. "Promise, promise, promise! There is no time to lose. Even now I fear we are too late." Iredale looked dubiously at her.
And how her letter bore fruit, and how George Iredale returned and sought Prudence in the midst of the distractions of Winnipeg's social whirl, and how the girl's answer, when again he appealed to her, turned out to be the one Sarah had prophesied for him, were matters of great satisfaction to the sage old school-mistress.
The girl's denial of belief was belied by the eagerness in her voice. For one brief instant a flash of hope rose in her. She saw a loophole for her lover. She longed to believe him. But the hope died down, leaving her worse distracted for its coming. For Iredale did not speak, and his face assumed a look of gloom. "Ah, you cannot you cannot," she went on hysterically.
"You mustn't let me disturb you, Prudence," Iredale said in his low, pleasant voice. "What is this" fingering the material "a new fall dress? Wonderful how you can cope with the intricacies of the manufacture of such things. It would be a very sorry day for me if I were left to cut my own coats." He laughed nervously.
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