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The wheels turned faster, the men broke into a run, and none of them was astonished when a warning cry rose behind them. "Go on!" shouted Kermode. "He'll hold me responsible! You know what to do!" Men along the line called to them as they passed, and they answered with a breathless yell. The car was gathering speed, and they kept it going.
Prescott said he thought he would push on, and the man looked at him deprecatingly. "Well," he said, "we don't want to appear inhospitable, but as things are run here, you're the guest of the boss, and since he didn't give the invitation, there might be trouble if he noticed you." "As it happens, I want to get hold of Kermode as soon as I can," Prescott answered.
Kermode stopped his team near-by and the clergyman looked around. "If you have a good eye, you might tell me whether this chamfer's running true," he said. "You want a bit off here." Kermode laid his finger on the spot. "Except for that, it's good." The clergyman sat down and pulled out a tobacco pouch. "I'll attend to it presently, but I feel I'm entitled to a rest.
Curtis showed no surprise and indicated a chair. "Sit there and go ahead." He listened with close attention while Prescott described his journey and recounted all that he had learned about Kermode. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Curtis asked. "I couldn't imagine that you would believe it." "Then what makes you think I'll believe it now?" "To be honest, I don't care whether you do or not."
A little later she entered the tent, while Kermode scraped out a hollow in a bank of fallen leaves and went to sleep. The grass was white with frost when Miss Foster left the tent in the morning, but a fire of branches crackled cheerfully near-by and Kermode was busy with a frying-pan. A light cloud of smoke rose into the still, cold air, and day was breaking on the eastern horizon.
He disappeared and the girl sat down, looking very forlorn and disconsolate. Her voice was English and she had obviously traveled a long distance in an open car on the supply train. Kermode felt sorry for her. He took off his hat as he approached. "If you don't mind waiting a few minutes, I'll see if I can find you quarters," he said.
Besides, I'm a wanderer; the long trail beckons." "It runs through swamps and many rough places into the lonely wilds. Aren't you afraid of weariness?" Kermode smiled, falling into her mood. "You may remember that there are compensations," he said; "glimpses of glory on the untrodden heights. It's true that one never gets there, but they lead one on." "But you can see them from the valley."
From the few men remaining there he learned that Kermode had left the spot a week earlier with a companion whose work had been interfered with by the frost. It was understood that they intended to examine a mineral vein the railroad hand had discovered in a valley some distance off, and when Prescott had ascertained where it lay he set off on their trail.
"They're my property; I bought them!" Kermode smiled. "You hear that; you'll remember it, boys." Mitcham's face grew dark as he saw the trap he had fallen into. "Anyhow, I want them," he muttered. "You won't be wise to keep them." "Now see here," said one of the party. "We have a dozen men round this shack, and if there's trouble, we have only to call for more. Every boy knows what to do.
The girl passed through a wire-net door that he opened, and Kermode, following, waited for several minutes after her companion had rung a bell. Then a man in a white shirt and smart clothes appeared. "Can I send a telegram from here to Drummond?" she asked him. "No; the wires won't run into that district until next year." "How can I get there?"
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