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Are you afraid to investigate, to look for proofs of Clarence Gladwyne's story?" Nasmyth looked him steadily in the eyes. "For the sake of one or two others, I think I am. Your belief in the guide, Vernon, has had its effect on me." "Then," said Lisle, "I have no fear of putting my belief to the test; I came up here for that purpose, and I mean to call upon you as my witness.
I am afraid I have not the faculty for keeping money, and I might have spent it to worse purpose." "And is the little thing grateful?" asked Graeme. "Oh! yes; I suppose so. She is a good little thing, and is always glad to see me in her quiet way." "It's a pity she's no' bonny," said Marian. "Oh! she is bonny in German fashion; fair and fat." "How old is she?" asked Mrs Nasmyth.
At last, however, they descended to a sheltered valley in which the firs grew tall, and Jake agreed with Lisle that it would form the best road to the settlements. Nasmyth was longing for civilization when he lay awake late one night, wrapped in a single blanket, beside the sinking fire.
It is possible the deacon had had some slight misgiving as to how Mrs Nasmyth might receive the statement; certainly his voice took a relieved tone as he drew near the end, and at last read the sum total: "Two hundred and seventy-two dollars sixty-two and a-half cents." Again Janet's eye sought the minister's, and this time he did not avoid her look.
Mattawa placed the giant-powder in the holes, and they crawled back, trailing a couple of thin wires after them, until they reached the strip of shingle near the gully, when Nasmyth made the connection with the firing-plug. A streak of vivid flame leapt out of the rock, and the detonation was followed by the roar of the river pouring through the newly opened gap.
The chunk of axes and ringing of hammers jarred through the roar of the stream, and he could see men clinging in mid-air to little stages slung about the piers, and moving among the pines below. A man in a ragged duck suit strode by him with an axe on his shoulder, and Wisbech half-diffidently ventured to inquire if he could tell where Derrick Nasmyth could be found.
Guess you might pick up a dollar or two in that neighbourhood, and, any way, there's a steamer running down the West Coast to Victoria. Seems to me quite likely one of those Bush-ranchers would take you in a while, even if he didn't exactly want a hired man; but they don't do that kind of thing in the city." Nasmyth smiled.
Wisbech said he wished to see Derrick Nasmyth, and the man nodded. "Well," said he, "you'll have to wait a few minutes, I guess he's busy. There's a log they want to put into the trestle before the train comes along. It's not his particular business, but we're rather anxious to get through with our contract." "Ah," returned Wisbech, "then I fancy I know who you must be.
Lisle had got up during the day and he now walked painfully down to the water's edge to meet her. When she landed he gravely pressed her hand. "I'm sorry," he said simply. "We did what we could to save him." "Oh, I know," she responded. "Nobody could doubt that." Then Nasmyth landed with provisions and while the men ate two Indians strode into the camp and addressed Lisle angrily.
He mounted it in an equatorial instrument of such surpassing excellence as enabled him, aided by his devotion and pure love of the subject, to record a series of observations and results which will hand his name down to posterity as one of the most faithful and patient of astronomical observers. After a drawing by James Nasmyth But to return to my own little work at Patricroft.
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