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"Joan Moss is still alive." A strong light and a new hope came into Farwell's sad eyes. He had a hold on the future! With the possibility of supplanting Ledyard in Pine's ideas of loyalty and economics what might not happen? And so they started back. It was midnight, four days after Farwell had left home, that he entered his own door again.
For a week or two after Gordon Moffatt's operation things went calmly and prosaically at the hospital. The rich man recovered so rapidly and satisfactorily that even the outside world took things for granted, and any items of news concerning him were to be found on the inside pages of the newspapers. During his convalescence Priscilla met Doctor Ledyard and Doctor Travers many times.
A bump as the boat dumped down to soft floor; and Ledyard was dazzled by a glare of light to find himself in the mess room of the Russian barracks on Captain Harbor, in the presence of two bearded Russian hunters gasping speechless with surprise to see a man emerging from the manhole like a newly hatched chicken from an egg.
Beaufoy, and Mr. Stuart. The first individual whom they employed was Mr. Ledyard, the greater part of whose life had been spent in travelling; he had circumnavigated the globe along with Captain Cook, and had resided for a number of years among the American Indians.
Ledyard was always challenging his undignified tendencies. "Unless doctors and nurses can leave their sex outside their profession," was a pet epigram of Ledyard's, "they had better choose another." But Travers had never been able to fulfil his partner's ideal. "It was a wonderful operation," he said. "I hope it did not overtire you. You will get hardened after a while." "I am not at all tired.
"Your message? Oh, sure. You said the cribbing was coming down by boat. I don't see how, though. Ledyard ain't on the lake." "Well, it's coming just the same, two hundred thousand feet of it. What have you done about it?" "Oh, we'll be ready for it, soon's it gets here." They were standing at the north side of the elevator near the paling fence which bounded the C. & S. C. right of way.
But looking at the hard, set face opposite he knew that this hope was futile: he must live forever where he was, or, by departing, bring about him the bloodhounds of justice and vengeance. Ledyard had but to whistle, he knew, and again the pursuit would be keen, and in the end a long blank lay beyond that! "You will stay where you are!" Ledyard was saying. "Surely. I intend to stay right here."
"Wire him yourself, if you like. I can't bother about it. I'm sorry I can't do anything, but I haven't got time." "I haven't begun sending telegrams yet. And I haven't very much more time to fool away. I'd like to have you find out if the Ledyard Salt and Lumber Company can have those cars that are on the siding at Victory." "All right," said the superintendent, rising.
But I will say that I'm glad you ain't coming to Ledyard to live." Bannon left the supper table before Sloan had finished, and was gone nearly an hour. "It's all fixed up," he said when he returned. "I've cinched the wharf." They started back as they had come, in silence, Bannon crowding as low as possible in his ulster, dozing.
There were fishing, and in due season, hunting, at which Ledyard excelled, and the family returned to the States earlier than usual, owing to Dick's affairs. Nathaniel Glenn had said some terrible things in Priscilla's presence the evening of the day when he drove her before him while Richard Travers implored her to hold to her ideal.
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