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Linda's attention was attracted by a framed and long-faded photograph of a young man, bareheaded, with a loosely knotted scarf, a striped blazer and white flannels. His face was thin and sensitive, his lips level, and his eyes gazed with a steady questioning at the observer. "That was Bartram," Amelia Lowrie told her; "your father. This was his room."
I won't leave you long; only till I see if the coast is clear, so that we can carry you to a real prison. We'll call this the Viking's Had, and in his Had he means to keep you for a little while." "Oh, come, this is too much," Lowrie remonstrated. "Not at all. You know very well that Uncle Brüs will not let anybody from Lunda set foot on the island.
There was not a soul in sight. The mountains were growing stark and black against the flush of the western sky. His glance fell back upon Quade. "But how did Lowrie happen to die?" "He got shot." "Did a gang drop him?" "Nope, just one gent." "You don't say! But Lowrie was a pretty slick hand with a gun next to Bill Sandersen, the best I ever seen, almost! Somebody got the drop on him, eh?"
For thirst in the desert carries the pangs of several deaths death from fire, suffocation, and insanity. No wonder the three scowled at Hal Sinclair when he drew his revolver. "My horse is gun-shy," he said, "but I'll bet the rest of you I can drill a horn off that skull before you do." Of course it was a foolish challenge. Lowrie was the gun expert of the party.
"You don't mean it," declared Sinclair. "Sandersen, you don't mean it! Not alone out here! You boys can't leave me out here stranded. Might as well shoot me!" All were silent. Sandersen looked to Lowrie, and the latter stared at the sand. It was Quade who acted. Stepping to the side of Sinclair he lifted him easily in his powerful arms and lowered him to the sands.
Of the four men, Hal Sinclair was the vital spirit. In the actual labor of mining, the mighty arms and tireless back Of Quade had been a treasure. For knowledge of camping, hunting, cooking, and all the lore of the trail, Lowrie stood as a valuable resource; and Sandersen was the dreamy, resolute spirit, who had hoped for gold in those mountains until he came to believe his hope.
His scorn of other women, girls, however, was openly expressed and honest; it had no trace of the mere affectation of pessimism natural to his age. Arnaud, less thoughtful than she, was vastly entertained by this, and drew Lowrie out in countless sly sallies and contradictions.
And Linda, weary and depressed, allowed her the last word. Nothing further during the subsequent brief exchange of notes between Miss Lowrie and Linda was said of the latter's intention to visit her father's family. Mrs. Feldt, however, whose attitude toward Linda had been negatively polite, now displayed an animosity carefully hidden from her husband but evident to the two girls.
Lowrie owned Northern Minnesota, land and inhabitants, bought folks up as fast as they came to it, and had bought me. He was going to support the Visiter great power and glory, if it gave satisfaction as a democratic organ. I would work hard for the money, and it would be odd if any one gave Mr. Buchanan a more enthusiastic support than I. Indeed, I was his only honest supporter.
Neeven. So there!" "A mother and baby in the haunted room! But how did they get there, can anybody imagine?" "They are there, and that is enough for us." "It's the strangest thing I ever heard tell o'," ejaculated Lowrie; "and yet," he added, "we must allow we did hear something uncommonly like a bairn greetin'." "Of course we did," retorted Yaspard.
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