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Lygon was conscious that the fifty dollars sent him every New Year for five years by Dupont had been sent with a purpose, and that he was now Dupont's tool. Debilitated, demoralized, how could he, even if he wished, struggle against this powerful confederate, as powerful in will as in body? Yet if he had his own way he would not go to Henderley.
At sight of this millionaire with the pile of notes before him there vanished the sickening hesitation of the afternoon, of the journey with Dupont. The look of the robust, healthy financier was like acid in a wound; it maddened him. "You will know me better soon," Lygon added, his head twitching with excitement. Henderley recognized him now.
"I must do it. I must get there if I can. I will not be afraid to die then," he muttered to himself. Presently he grasped an oar and paddled feebly. A slight wind had risen, and, as he turned the boat in to face the Forks again, it helped to carry the canoe to the landing-place. Lygon dragged himself out.
Why did the face of the ranchman which had fixed itself on her memory then, because he had come on the evening of her birthday and had spoiled it for her, having taken her father away from her for an hour why did his face come to her now? What had it to do with the face of this outcast she had just left? "What is his name?" she asked at last. "Roger Lygon," he answered.
Of his next son Charles, the second Chancellor, something will presently be said. Another son, Joseph, was a soldier and diplomatist. He was aide-de-camp to the Duke of Cumberland at Fontenoy; and afterwards, as Sir Joseph Yorke, Ambassador at the Hague. He died Lord Dover. A fourth son, John, married Miss Elizabeth Lygon, of Madresfield.
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 realised it, the tent-curtain rose and fell, and he was gone into the night.
He gripped the armchair spasmodically, but presently regained a complete composure. He knew the game that was forward here; and he also thought that if once he yielded to blackmail there would never be an end to it. He made no pretence, but came straight to the point. "You can do nothing; there is no proof," he said with firm assurance. "There is Dupont," answered Lygon doggedly. "Who is Dupont?"
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.
You said eet was all right," he growled. "It is all right. I got nothing. I asked for nothing. I have had enough. I have finished." With a roar of rage Dupont sprang on him, and caught him by the throat as the canoe swayed and dipped. He was blind with fury. Lygon tried with one hand for his knife, and got it, but the pressure on his throat was growing terrible.
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.
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