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He took two men away; and when those whom he left had been worked to exhaustion, he changed them, with the exception of Kermode, who was kept steadily at the task. As a result, he came to be looked on as leader of the gang, and his companions took their instructions from him, which the foreman concurred in, because it enabled him to hold Kermode responsible for everything that went wrong.
Kermode was tired and very cold, and could not have explained clearly what had induced him to accompany the expedition. Adventure, however, always appealed to him, and he was sorry for Ferguson, who had, he thought, been very shabbily treated. Kermode had a fellow-feeling for anybody in difficulties.
"Are you going to call me down?" he roared. "Mean to teach me my job? If this crowd's a sample of white men, give me Chinamen or niggers! Get on before you make me sick, you slouching hogs!" He became more insulting, using terms unbearable even in a construction camp, but Kermode did not answer him. "Keep her going, boys," he said.
Then there's the trouble that the man I followed called himself Kermode." "Never mind. Tell them; tell everybody you know." "It would be useless," Prescott said doggedly. "You're wrong," Muriel persisted. "When a thing is talked about enough, people begin to believe it. Besides, it would give your supporters an argument against the doubtful.
"The trouble is that if we leave the shack without a guard, Mitcham will steal his liquor back," declared one. "I think I had better see Mr. Morgan," Kermode suggested, and they let him go. The young engineer he interviewed listened with a thoughtful air to the request that several of the workmen should be given a day's leave.
Lift a fist and ye'll give the boys the excuse they're wearying for. I'll ask nothing better." Mitcham turned to his companions. "They've got us, boys. Leave them to it," he said. "Lead the horses, Kermode," directed one of the party, and the team moved on again while the leader, walking beside the sled, hastily examined its load. Several small cases lay beneath a tarpaulin.
Ferguson." "There's reason in that," another remarked. "Then," continued Kermode, "you can't connect Mitcham with the wrecking of your church." "I'm thinking the connection's plain enough for us. Weel, we ken " "Knowing a thing is not sufficient; you want proof, and if you go ahead without it, you'll put yourselves in the wrong. This is not the time to alienate popular sympathy."
"I've no doubt there'll be no difficulty when she has done so." The girl followed him and, as they went slowly up the street, while all the loungers watched them, she gave Kermode a confused explanation. Her name was Helen Foster, and she had come from England to join a brother who had taken up a farm near Drummond, which Prescott had heard was a remote settlement.
They made another few yards, gasping, panting, with dripping faces; and then the work grew easier as they crossed the top of the ascent. "Push!" said Kermode. "Send her along!" They looked at him in surprise. It was getting dark, but they could still see his face, which was quietly resolute; he evidently meant what he said, and they obeyed him.
There was no sound or sign of human life; they had entered the gates of the wilderness. "Where do we go next?" the girl asked. "Up this slope," said Kermode. "Then among the pines, across the hills, and high plains, into a lonely land. I don't suppose we'll see a house until we get to Drummond." "Do you know the way?" "I don't," Kermode said cheerfully.
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