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He took hold of it now, and turned it around and around, gazing at him wonderingly. "Yes; did ye know him?" he asked, innocently eager. John McIntyre's clenched hands relaxed. His first impulse had been to hurl far from him the offspring of the scoundrel who had been his ruin. But one look into the boy's inquiring eyes, gazing at him in perfect faith, rendered him powerless.
The fading green fields brightened, quivered and glowed, as over them fell a veil of lilac mist. Through them wound the little river, a stream of molten gold. Just at John McIntyre's feet it passed lingeringly through a bed of rushes, where the dark green of the reeds turned the golden water to a glittering bronze.
He was filled with rage that any man should dare to speak to him so, and wished with all his heart that John McIntyre's hair had not been so white, nor his shoulders so stooped and thin. But with his amazement and indignation there was struggling a new feeling. The May night was cool, but he felt suffocatingly hot. He shrugged his shoulders. Nonsense! The man certainly was mad.
And without waiting for a word of reply, Peter, the disciple, who had so lately denied that One with curses, flung himself headlong into the sea and swam straight to Him. John McIntyre's heart swelled.
Equally characteristic of the man was McIntyre's reply. "But, Professor, someone must go; and besides that seems to me great work, and I'd like to have a hand in it."
"Man, ain't he a caution?" whispered Jake Sawyer fearfully. "Gosh! now there's some truth in what he says," remarked the melancholy blacksmith in an undertone. "D'ye think he would be right in his mind, poor body?" asked Uncle Hughie, searching for some palliation of John McIntyre's outrageous conduct.
"Guess there aint much time to lose. How is he agoin' to git there?" "Take the Swallow, Ike," said The Kid. "She's good for a hundred miles." "Mr. McIntyre's team will be ready to go from his place," said the stranger, who had come near. "Good!" said The Kid. "Where are you going, Ike?" "To git the horses. He'll want to git right off. I guess I'll put him on Slipper, and I'll take the Swallow.
Mcintyre reported by telegraph to Melbourne that he had found traces of Leichhardt, whereupon Baron von Mueller and a committee of ladies in Melbourne raised a fund of nearly 4000 pounds, and an expedition called "The Ladies' Leichhardt Search Expedition," whose noble object was to trace and find some records or mementoes, if not the persons, and discover the last resting-place of the unfortunate traveller and his companions, was placed under McIntyre's command.
But its sorrow-laden notes, that always found an echo in the winter of John McIntyre's lonely heart, spoke to him of something new and wonderful of that other land where there would be "no more death, neither sorrow nor crying." "It must be an awful pretty place," Tim ventured at last, rather wistfully. "Say!" he looked up eagerly "d'ye s'pose it 'ud be nicer'n Nova Scotia?"
If he had only been wise enough, he reflected, to go to that man with this child's faith and good-fellowship, they might have been on such terms of intimacy now, and he might have helped to cure that look of pain in John McIntyre's eyes. "We've been readin' about a chap named Job. It's in the Bible. Ever read it?" "The Bible!" The minister paused in the road.
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