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"I'm afraid they'll throw me over unless they see me soon; but there's nothing else to take me back, and I'd feel we were deserting our friends in their distress." "We can't leave them yet," Mrs. Colston broke in. "The suspense is preying upon Jernyngham. He's getting dangerously moody; I know Gertrude feels anxious about him." A curious expression crept into Muriel's eyes.
Unwashed plates and dishes were scattered about, the wood-box was overturned and poplar billets strewed the floor, there was no fire in the rusty stove, and the fragments of a heavy crock lay against the wall. The strong sunlight that streamed in emphasized the disorder of the room. "I was passing and thought I'd come in," Prescott explained. "Where's Mrs. Jernyngham?
Jernyngham spent much of his time at the muskeg, encouraging the men who searched it and often assisting in the work. The whole morass was being systematically turned over with the spade, but no further discoveries had been made. In addition to this, Jernyngham rode to and fro about the prairie, talking to the farmers whom he met on the trail or found at work in the fields.
After all, it was to Cyril Jernyngham, rake and wastrel, but a man of her own station, that she had been gracious and charming; had she known he was Jack Prescott, she would, no doubt, have treated him very differently; but in this supposition he did her wrong. Puzzled by his lack of responsiveness and with wounded pride, she stopped and looked out toward the northwest across the prairie.
Jernyngham's tone had alarmed him, and it's ominous harshness was more marked when he resumed: "For the last time, I ask you, where is my son?" "I wish I knew," said Prescott quietly. "I believe he's in British Columbia, but it's a big province and I lost trace of him there." "It's a lie!" Jernyngham cried, hoarse with fury. "Your tricks won't serve you; I'll have the truth!" "Be calm, Mr.
Gertrude thanked him, and she was glad that he led the team as they crossed the broken belt, picking out the smoothest course among the clumps of birches and low steep ridges. At times he had difficulty in urging the horses up a bank of frozen sand, but after a while he looked around at her. "You're Miss Jernyngham?" he said. "Guess you must have had a mighty trying time?"
Among her numerous virtues was an affectionate solicitude about her father's health, which was variable. Though still muscularly vigorous, Jernyngham was getting an old man, and he had been out of sorts of late. "I'm glad you are looking much better than you did this morning," she said, glancing at him after a while. "Thank you," Jernyngham rejoined punctiliously.
"But you don't think of staying the full year?" she asked in alarm. "Oh, no; we might wait another week or two, or even a month more. It wouldn't be the thing to desert Jernyngham; and, as we're mixed up in it, I feel it would be better to see the matter through." He smiled at his wife with cumbrous gallantry.
The man had his sympathy, but he was troublesome. "I'm afraid I can't spare you more than a minute or two," he said. "I'm expecting a constable I've sent for." "One would have imagined that my business was of the first importance," Jernyngham rejoined. "Have you any news of the fugitives?" "Wandle has been arrested." "Ah! That's satisfactory, though I don't think it will carry us very far.
"From the little he told me, the man had hard luck all through; and that Mrs. Jernyngham should leave him just after he'd sacrificed his future for her must have been a knock-out blow. Yet I've an idea that instead of crushing it braced him. It pulled him up; he showed signs of turning into a different man." "You knew him better than I did," Curtis replied.
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