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"Harper drove me out. I walked up the cross trail; but that doesn't matter. The last time we had a talk we fell out over the straightening up of Jernyngham's affairs." "That's so; you still owe me a hundred dollars." "I don't admit it," said Prescott, who had laid his plans on the expectation of this claim being made. "Anyhow, the dispute has been dragging on and it's time we put an end to it.
While he waited, watching the trunks being flung out, Ellice passed him talking to a smartly dressed man. This struck Prescott as curious, but he knew the man as a traveling salesman for an American cream-separator, and as he must have called at Jernyngham's homestead on his round and was no doubt leaving by the train, there was no reason why Ellice should not speak to him.
The row began at the ball-game disputed base, I think and our lot had got badly whipped at the first round when I stood on the veranda and sang them, 'No Surrender. That was enough for the Ulster boys, and three or four of them go a long way in this kind of scrimmage." Prescott had no sympathy with Jernyngham's vagaries, but one could not be angry with him: the man was irresponsible.
Muriel drove rapidly to the Leslie homestead and, reaching it after dark, joined the others at supper. During the meal, a reference to Jernyngham's interview with the police officer gave her the opportunity she was waiting for. "When Mr. Prescott went away it told badly against him, because people didn't know what his object was," she said.
If Jernyngham did not turn up, Prescott meant to discharge all his debts after harvest and, as the crop promised well, to send the balance to England as a proof that his friend had not been a failure in Canada. This might be some comfort to Jernyngham's people. He was considering the matter when he heard the stubble crackle behind him and, looking around, saw Curtis riding up.
Montreal snowshoe or toboggan club, I guess." "I don't know how the police got it. But what did you tell the sergeant?" "Said it was no use showing me a photograph like that, because I didn't trade with kids." "Then, as I'm the man the police suspect of selling that land of Jernyngham's, it would be a great favor if you'll tell me candidly what you know about the matter."
This must be guarded against, as the offense was serious, and would, moreover, connect him with Jernyngham's disappearance; but Wandle would not be driven into any rash and precipitate action by his alarm. He was a cool, ready-witted, avaricious man, who had found industry profitable, and he had no intention of leaving the farm he had spent so much work on.
She hesitated a moment, and then was seized by him and swung gently to the ground, but she left him with a trace of heightened color in her face and went quietly into the house. It was pleasantly cool in the shadow of Jernyngham's wooden barn, where Prescott sat, talking to its owner.
When the tale was finished, Prescott sat a while, smoking thoughtfully. He imagined that he had struck Jernyngham's trail; all that he had heard was characteristic of the man. "Do you know where Kermode went?" he asked. "No. Guess he might have headed for a camp farther west; I've heard they're short of men." Prescott thought this probable and determined to resume his search in the morning.
Jernyngham," Colston begged, touching his arm. "We'll have a crowd here in a few moments. Come back into the hotel." He was violently pushed away. Jernyngham's eyes glittered, his face was grimly set; it was obvious that his self-control had deserted him. Seeing that he could not be reasoned with, Colston left him alone and waited, ready to interfere if necessary.
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