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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.
I would have been more useful had I looked for smoke, as that would mean a house." Kermode nodded. "We have stores enough for another meal or two and had better get on. I believe I've kept pretty near the line I was told to take, but I'd be glad to see the first ranch in the Drummond district by supper time."
"Then I'll have the boys you mentioned sent up the track; they're a crowd I've had my eye on. One of your friends and you can lie off." Kermode thanked him and went back to the shack, where he kept watch with the leader of the Presbyterians until two police troopers rode up late in the afternoon. They opened the cases and heard Kermode's story.
"Weel," said the leader, "hae ye a plan?" Kermode lighted his pipe and after a few moments answered thoughtfully: "I hear that Mitcham, Long Bill, and Libby will take the trail to-morrow with Bill's team and sled he's laid off work because of the snow.
"They've been advertising for haulage tenders there are a lot of piles and building logs they want brought in. Now I've two good horses I've not much use for and I'd be glad to let you have them. You could bring them back when the frost stops work." "Thanks," said Kermode. "What's your idea of shares?"
In New South Wales the number of officers in the cat-o'-nine tails department was about thirty. The danger attached to the office consisted in the certainty of the scourger being murdered by the scourgee, if ever the opportunity was given. Joe Kermode had once been a hutkeeper on a station.
Then seeing that she meant to have an answer, he added: "I'm not going back." A little color crept into her face as she looked at him. Kermode had for a time led a dissipated life, but there had been a change during the last few months. He had practised abstinence, and in new surroundings found it easier than he had expected; severe labor had healed and hardened him.
Then the wonderful blue coloring of the shadows streaking the white slopes caught her glance, and she found it unutterably lovely. Kermode, however, had an eye for other things and carefully searched the wide valley that stretched away beneath them. "What are you looking for?" the girl asked at length. "Smoke; I thought I saw a faint streak, but it has gone. I suppose you didn't notice it?"
Ferguson asked with sparkling eyes. "That's a matter of opinion," Kermode rejoined. "Perhaps you had better wait and think the thing over when you cool off. I've some logs to haul in." He moved off with his team and went on with his work all day, but when night came he attended, by special invitation, a meeting held in a tent that flapped and strained in the boisterous wind.
The carpenter looked at Kermode meaningly. "Guess you're right. See here" he indicated the broken stump "there's a saw-cut running well inside his mark. Now that tenon was a bit too small, anyway, and when they'd notched her, she hadn't wood enough left to hold up the weight." There were exclamations from the others standing round in the snow, but Kermode glanced at Ferguson.
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