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Kalman brightened up under his words, and without further speech, each busy with himself, they sped along the trail till the day faded toward the evening. But the Edmonton trail that day set its mark on the lives of boy and man, a mark that was never obliterated. To Kalman the day brought a new image of manhood.
Once, twice around the table they circled, Kalman having the advantage in quickness of foot. Suddenly, with a grunt of satisfaction, Mackenzie's eye fell upon a gun hanging upon the wall. In a moment he had it in his hand. As he reached for it, however, Kalman, with a loud cry, plunged headlong through the open window and fled again toward the bluffs.
French glanced down at the boy's angry face and smiled. "Oh, well, it will do him good. He will feel better when he gets it all out. And besides, he has rather good reason to be angry." "He says he is going to kill you," said Kalman in a low voice, keeping close to French's side. "Oh! indeed," said French cheerfully, walking straight upon the man. "That is awkward.
And so the old Edmonton Trail was once more humming with life and activity far exceeding that of its palmiest days. As for Kalman, however, it was the mine that absorbed his attention and his energies. By day and by night he planned and dreamed and toiled for the development of his mine. With equal enthusiasm Brown and French joined in this enterprise.
My son farewell! my love!" "Dear God!" cried Kalman, "Jesu, have pity and save!" A smile as of an infant falling asleep played over the rugged face, while the poor lips whispered, "At last freedom! and love!" He breathed once, deep and long, and then no more. The long, long fight was done, the fight for freedom and for love.
And so they did, spending a full day and night on the ranch, exploring, under French's guidance, the beauty spots, and investigating with the greatest interest, especially on Miss Marjorie's part, the farming operations, over which Kalman was presiding. That young man, in dumb and abashed confusion of face, strictly avoided the party, appearing only at meals.
"Not to-day, at any rate, Kalman," said his sister, brightening up. "Let us forget it to-night. Look at this pie. It is from Mrs. Fitzpatrick, and this pudding." The boy allowed his look to linger upon the dainties. He was a healthy boy and very hungry. As he looked his appetite returned. He shook himself as if throwing off a burden.
'So you're a revolutionary, eh? said David, smiling. 'All my class belongs to the Junior Bund, replied the boy gravely. 'Then you're not so peaceful as papa! The lad's aplomb and dignity deserted him. He blushed furiously, and hung his head in shame of his Moderate parent. 'Never mind, Comrade Kalman, said another boy, slapping his shoulder consolingly.
The dogs bounded toward him. "Hello there!" he called. "Here you are; come this way." He urged forward his horse till he was nearly upon them. "Oh, Kalman! Kalman! I knew it was you!" In an instant he was off his horse and at her side. "You! You!" he shouted aloud above the howling gale. "Marjorie! Marjorie!"
"Come along; he couldn't find the path." "It's just a great shame!" cried Marjorie, half sobbing, keeping by his side. "Can't I help you? Let me try." Her arm around him put new life into him. "By Jove! I see a fire," shouted Mr. Penny. "That's camp," said Kalman, pausing for breath while Marjorie held him up. "We're just there."
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