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Still he persisted, and Mattawa watched him, because there was only room for one, until there was a crash above them, and the tilted top of the great boom came down. Mattawa, flattened against the rock side, held his breath as the mass of timber rushed towards the pool, and next moment saw that Nasmyth was no longer standing on the shelf.
He had, however, let his hand fall back into the bandage that hung from his neck, when the door opened and Laura Waynefleet came in. She saw him leaning against the side of the stall, with a greyness in his face, which had an angry red scar down one side of it, and her eyes shone with compassion. "Sit down," she said. "I will do that." Nasmyth, who straightened himself, shook his head.
Still, if you care to think how that track was built, it's not difficult to fancy there's triumph in the whistles and the roar of the freight-car wheels." Wisbech made a sign of comprehension, and Gordon looked hard at Nasmyth. "It's your call." "I heard the river," said Nasmyth. "In fact, I often hear it, and now and then wish I didn't. It's unsettling." Gordon laughed in a suggestive fashion.
Nasmyth, he referred to certain appearances on the surface of that satellite that seemed to be the results, in some very ancient time, of the sudden falling in of portions of an unsupported crust, or a retreating nucleus of molten matter; and took occasion to suggest that some of the great slips and shifts on the surface of our own planet, with their huge downcasts, may have had a similar origin.
Noticing this, Nasmyth attempted to increase his pace. The river was running fast, swollen with melted snow, and Lisle must be badly worn out. If he had to be restrained by force, he should not attempt to swim across. Then, to Nasmyth's astonishment, Gladwyne leaned over the stern of the craft and began to paddle desperately with one hand.
He says he has been notified that, unless an agreement can be arrived at, proceedings will be taken by a man called Hames, who claims to hold one hundred acres on the western side of the valley, to restrain you from altering the river level. Atterly he's the man we've heard from already it seems, is taking action, too." "Hames?" repeated Nasmyth. "I've never heard of him.
Nasmyth, of the Bridgewater Foundry, near Manchester. It moves up and down in a strong frame, at a speed subject to such nice regulations, that, according to the will of its director, it can gently drive a nail, or crush to splinters a log of wood.
Nasmyth sat down, and he did not immediately notice that while Acton had placed his chair where the light struck full upon his face, Wisbech sat a little farther back in the shadow cast by the shade of the lamp. After a moment Acton sought the dimmer part of the room. Wisbech turned to Nasmyth. "I understand that you expect to marry Miss Hamilton by-and-by," he said.
Nasmyth laid down his cigar and looked at him. "Isn't it a little exorbitant? You get the land at cost value, and a heavy charge on that, while I do the work?" Hutton laughed. "Well," he said, "it's money we're out for, and unless you take it all up, your claim's no good. Anybody else could jump right in and buy a few hundred acres.
"I really think the prospect's worth it," she replied. "Besides, Riever's fresh and needs humoring." She shook the whip, and as they clattered away down the steep, twisting road, Nasmyth glanced with satisfaction to left and right. He had seen wilder and grander lands, but none of them appealed to him like this high, English waste.
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