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Kermode stood it for some weeks, though he grew thin and his hands were often bleeding. In spite of this, his eyes still twinkled mischievously and, when occasion demanded, his retort was swift and edged with wit. Now and then he made reprisals, for when, as happened once or twice, a load of gravel nearly swept the foreman down the bank, Kermode was engaged in the vicinity.
They were well worth looking at in the sunset light." "And what else? As you live in this country, you didn't go up for the view." Kermode saw that she was suspicious, and thought her too intelligent to be put off with an excuse. "I'll admit that I wasn't greatly surprised to see three men a long way off. They were riding back to the settlement and I dare say they were angry as well as tired."
A cloud of dust leaped about it; there was a shrill ringing sound as an axle broke, a last downward leap, and with a mighty splash the dump came to rest, half buried, in the muskeg. Kermode turned with a cheerful smile as the foreman ran up; and the spectators knew that the time for words had passed.
"If he doesn't I won't be very grieved. Throwing forty-foot rails about all day palls on one. But what about my wages up to date?" "That's a matter for the pay-clerk when he comes along. If you quit without notice, he'll make trouble." Kermode considered this; but he had about ten dollars in his pocket and he was not of provident nature.
"The thrust of what roof they'd got up wouldn't come on the beams that gave," rejoined the man. "There's something here I don't catch on to." "Just so," said Kermode. "Suppose you take a look at the king-posts and stringers. We'll clear this fallen lumber out of the way, boys." They set to work, and in an hour the sound and damaged timber had been sorted into piles.
A little distance up the street, Kermode stopped outside a shed in which a fellow of unprepossessing appearance was rubbing down a horse. His character, as Kermode knew, was no better than his looks. "I must see the liveryman," he told the girl, and when he had sent the hostler for him the proprietor came out. "The round-trip to Drummond will take six days, and you'd want a team," he said.
"Well, I suppose this is the result of impatience; there were spikes I didn't put in because I couldn't wait for them and some tenons were badly cut. It blew hard last night and there must have been a big weight of snow on the new shingling." "I don't think you're right," Kermode said dryly, and turned to a bridge-carpenter who stood near-by. "What's your idea?"
"And did Kermode get through his work satisfactorily?" "For a while. He was a handy man; might have made a boiler-maker if he'd took to it young. When we had nothing else to keep him busy, he'd cut tobacco for us and set us laughing with his funny talk." This was much in keeping with Jernyngham's character.
"Anyway," declared Prescott, "I have to get through." Ferguson pondered the simple answer. It was, he thought, typical of the man, and the contrast between him and his friend became more forcible. Kermode exercised a curious charm.
"You encourage me to go a little farther," Ferguson continued. "Building a church is a costly proposition." "So I should imagine; I can't speak from experience." Kermode was generally liberal, and he took out some money. "I think you ought to let me off with this, as I don't belong to your flock." "It's a generous contribution; better than the excuse.
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