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"Roger Lygon," she repeated mechanically. Something in the man chained her thought his face that moment when her hand saved him and the awful fear left him, and a glimmer of light came into his eyes. But her lover beside her broke into song. He was happy with her. Everything was before him, her beauty, her wealth, herself.
Lygon, weapon in hand, and bleeding freely, waited for him to rise and make for the canoe again. Ten, twenty, fifty seconds passed. Dupont did not rise. A minute went by, and still there was no stir, no sign. Dupont would never rise again. In his wild rage he had burst a blood vessel on the brain. Lygon bound up his reeking wound as best he could. He did it calmly, whispering to himself the while.
The trouble was still deep in the girl's eyes as she kissed her father, and he, with an overdone cheerfulness, wished her a good night. The man of iron had been changed into a man of straw once at least in his lifetime. Lygon found Dupont at the Forks. "Eh ben, it is all right yes?" Dupont asked eagerly as Lygon joined him. "Yes, it is all right," answered Lygon.
Lygon, in whom a blind hatred of the man still raged, was about to reply, when he heard a voice calling, "Daddy, Daddy!" Suddenly the red, half-insane light died down in Lygon's eyes. He saw the snake upon the ground by the reedy lake, the girl standing over it the girl with the tawny hair. This was her voice.
With an exulting laugh and an obscene oath, Dupont pushed out the canoe, and they got away into the moonlight. No word was spoken for some distance, but Dupont kept giving grunts of satisfaction. "You got the ten t'ousan' each in cash or check, eh? The check or the money hein?" "I've got nothing," answered Lygon. Dupont dropped his paddle with a curse. "You got not'ing!
It was left to the man of the reedy lake to pay the penalty of apprehension, to suffer the effects of crime upon a nature not naturally criminal. Again and again, how many hundreds of times, had Roger Lygon seen in his sleep had even seen awake so did hallucination possess him the new cattle trail he had fired for scores of miles.
Henderley had made a step towards a curtain opening into another room of the great tent, but before he could reach it the curtain was pushed back, and the girl entered with a smile. "May I come in?" she said; then stood still astonished; seeing Lygon. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Oh you!" All at once a look came into her face which stirred it as a flying insect stirs the water of a pool.
Waddington, starting from Wyck-on-the-Hill and arriving at Lechford in the Thames valley, turning up in the valley of the Windlode or the Speed. You would find him on page twenty-seven drinking ale at the Lygon Arms in Chipping Kingdon, and on page twenty-eight looking down on the Evesham plain from the heights south of Cheltenham.
With an exulting laugh and an obscene oath, Dupont pushed out the canoe, and they got away into the moonlight. No word was spoken for some distance, but Dupont kept giving grunts of satisfaction. "You got the ten t'ousan' each in cash or cheque, eh? The cheque or the money-hein?" "I've got nothing," answered Lygon. Dupont dropped his paddle with a curse. "You got not'ing!
Here is the money. Bring me the deed to-morrow to-morrow." "I'll not take the money till I give you the deed," said Lygon. "It will do to-morrow. It's doing me a good turn. I'll get away and start again somewhere. I've done no good up here. Thank you, sir thank you." Before they realized it, the tent-curtain rose and fell, and he was gone into the night.
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