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"Yes," said Gordon, "it's quite a nice clean slice, and I guess it's not going to trouble you much, though you won't walk very far for a week or two. As soon as we can get you to the dam, I'll put a proper dressing on." Then he looked up sharply. "In the meanwhile, I don't quite see how you cut yourself like that." "As a matter of fact, I didn't," said Nasmyth, with evident reluctance.
Then, as he struggled into his clothing, there was a heavy thud outside, that was followed by a crashing and grinding, and a gasping man appeared in the door of the shanty. "Big log across the run," he cried, "three or four more of them coming along." Nasmyth, who said nothing, set his lips tight, and was out of the shanty in another moment or two.
There was something curious in his tone and Lisle looked hard at him. Their eyes met full for a moment and the thoughts of each were clear to the other. "If anything must be done, it will fall to you," Nasmyth went on. "In this case it would be particularly invidious for me to interfere. But, if there had been nobody else, I'd have broken off the match."
"I can make that concession willingly," she answered with a smile. "I suppose I'm old-fashioned, because I go no farther." "Keep so," advised Nasmyth. "Of course, that's unnecessary; but I never could make out why women should want to smoke. From my point of view, it isn't becoming." He was putting off a task from which he shrank, and she indulged him.
"Where's Nasmyth, boys?" he inquired. "Inside," answered one of the men. "Guess he's wedging up the heading. If you want him, you'd better crawl right in." Wheeler glanced down at the black mouth of the tunnel, on which the streaming radiance fell. He fancied that the river flowed into it, and the man's suggestion did not appeal to him.
By-and-by Nasmyth became conscious that Miss Hamilton was looking at him, and, on the whole, he was glad that it was too dark for her to see him very well. "I wonder if you were very much astonished at what you heard about Mr. Martial?" she asked. "Well," said Nasmyth reflectively, "in one way at least, I certainly was.
"What did he say?" he asked. "I don't remember exactly: he hinted that we were narrow-minded and uncharitable." Nasmyth laughed. "I almost think there's some truth in it. I've seen you a little severe on those outside the fold." "A man's charity is apt to be influenced by a pretty face," Millicent retorted. "I'll admit it," replied Nasmyth dryly.
It seemed to him just possible that four capable seamen might keep the gig afloat close enough to the beach for one to wade out to her, though there would be a certain peril in such a proceeding. Still, there were not four capable seamen on board the Tillicum! Gathering up his matches, which had dried, Nasmyth went back to the bark shelter.
Acton and Violet Hamilton sat upon the seat which ran along the back of it. The girl started when she saw him, and Nasmyth stood looking down on her, worn in face and heavy-eyed, with his workman's garb clinging, tight and mire-stained, about his limbs. There was, however, a certain grimness in his smile.
The dinghy swung round, twisting broadside-on with the brine pouring into her in spite of all that he could do; and while he tore at one oar, another white sea that curled menacingly rose up astern. It broke right into the boat, and in another moment there was a crash, and Nasmyth, who let the oars drop, stretched out his arms to the girl.
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