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"It's hardly good form to remind you of it, Jack, but there was a time when we took a grading contract on the line and you got into trouble close in front of the ballast train." Prescott's determined expression changed. "Yes," he conceded; "it gives you a pull on me I can't go back on that." He spread out his hands. "Well, if you insist." "For the old man's sake," said Jernyngham.
"So!" exclaimed Wandle. "Jernyngham murdered! You tell me that?" "Sure thing!" the other replied. "The police have figured out how it all happened and I'm going to look for the body while Curtis reports to his bosses. A blamed pity! I liked Jernyngham. Well, I must get to the muskeg soon as I can!" He ran on, and Wandle led his horses to the pool and stood thinking hard while they drank.
Colston cast a warning glance at her, as if begging her to say nothing more, but Jernyngham curtly answered her remark. "The man probably wanted to sell his property where it would excite less notice than at Sebastian. Then I suppose he found it needful to see his confederate." "They could have gone off together in the first instance," Colston objected. Jernyngham made an impatient gesture.
He had staunchly declined to profit by a felicitous change of fortune out of consideration for the relatives who had once disowned and the woman who had deserted him. Jernyngham had been a careless fool, and Prescott suspected that he was not likely to alter much in this respect, but he did not expect others to pay for his recklessness when the reckoning came. Then Prescott started his team.
It was obvious that he must use every effort to find Jernyngham and he thought he might succeed in this; but what then? To prove his innocence, in which she already believed, would not bridge the gulf between him and Muriel Hurst. It seemed impossible that she should be willing to marry a working rancher.
Prescott laughed. Remembering how Jernyngham had driven a truculent rabble out of Sebastian, he could imagine the scene in the shed; but it was evident that the boiler-makers bore him no malice. "After all," said the first one, "when we cooled off and got talking quiet, he said he'd better go, and we parted friendly." "Do you know where he went?" "I don't; we didn't care. We'd had enough of him.
"I wonder who it can be?" Prescott's team, which had been growing impatient of the cold, began to move, and he was occupied for the next minute in quieting them. Then he looked around, started violently, and stood very still, his eyes fixed on the approaching man. "Jernyngham, by all that's wonderful!" he gasped, and sent a shout ringing across the snow: "Cyril!"
"It's not to the point that I'm no better, but if any of you feel insulted, I'll be happy to make what I've said good." "Cut it out, Cyril! Can't have a circus here!" exclaimed the bar-tender. "You needn't be afraid. They look pretty tame," Jernyngham rejoined, and going on to the door, shook hands with Prescott. "Tell Colston he has my last word," he said.
Have I got to wait another hour?" she cried, ignoring Prescott. Jernyngham rose and moved away. Returning, he disappeared into the kitchen with a dripping pail and Ellice's voice was raised in harsh upbraiding. Then the man came out, looking a trifle weary, though he sat down by Prescott with a smile. "These things should be a warning, Jack," he said.
"I can't understand Jernyngham," Prescott said after a while. "One can't blame him for persecuting me, but there's something in his conduct that makes one think him off his balance." Muriel's eyes sparkled with indignation. "I suppose he ought to be pitied, but I can't forgive him, and I'll tell you what I think. He has led a well-regulated life, but his virtues are narrow and petty.
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