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It was soon arranged that Captain Wickham and myself, should at once dispel all doubts, and that next morning, Messrs. Fitzmaurice and Keys should start to explore the river-like opening, under the south end of McAdam Range, to which we have above alluded.
Fitzmaurice returned, having, as we had suspected, discovered a river that carried his boat thirty miles in an east direction from the south end of McAdam Range. Towards the upper part it was scarcely half a mile wide; but for an Australian stream was remarkably free from bends, pursuing a straight course between rocky heights, with a depth varying from two to seven fathoms.
White-faced and stern, Farwell carried out the mother's commands and heeded not the muttered discontent or the approach of the horse and buggy bearing Doctor Ledyard and Dick Travers. He was one in the drama now and he played his part. At the close a dull silence rested on the group, then Mary McAdam made her appeal. Her voice broke; her hands trembled. She looked aged and forlorn.
Is that Sandy's dog, Mrs. McAdam?" A yellow, lank dog came sniffing around the side of the house and lay down, friendly wise, by Farwell. "Yes, and he's a cute one. Do you believe me, Mr. Farwell, that there Bounder knows the engine of our boat!
Hornby, just come from the digging of the two graves, stood nearby with the scent of fresh earth clinging to him. Suddenly Mary McAdam came out of the house, her arms filled with bottles, while behind her followed Farwell rolling a cask. What occurred then was so surprising and bewildering that those who looked on were never able to clearly describe the scene.
Jerry-Jo, rigid and every sense at last alert in an effort for self-preservation, saw Sandy smile. It was a wonderful smile: it was like a flash of sunlight on that black sea; then Sandy's lips moved, but no one was ever to know what he said, and then Jerry-Jo was alone in the coming night and the rolling waves! "They should," said Mary McAdam, "be home by seven at the latest.
The the body of Sandy drifted into the Channel a month after you left. Bounder found it. You remember how he used to know the sound of Sandy's engine? The day the body was washed up he seemed to know. One grave is filled, and Mary McAdam has put a monument between the two graves with the names of both boys. Jerry McAlpin has grown old and and respectable.
The mere statement of fact was so crude that Farwell could not, by any possibility, comprehend the dramatic scene he was soon to witness and partake of. "I'm going to keep my word," Mary McAdam explained. "I'll not be waiting for the license to be given, or taken away, I'll keep my word." It was a still, breathless night, with a moon nearly full, and as Mrs.
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