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It looked as if the two had joined hands, and that was what he most dreaded. An almost overpowering rage against the Canadian possessed him. When he attempted to mount, the chestnut gave him trouble by backing and plunging; but the bay was quiet and Nasmyth stood for a few moments by Lisle's stirrup. "Save him a bit for the second round," he advised.
Wisbech, who declared that it was evidently a hospitable land, and that he would be very pleased, went on with her; but he asked her nothing about Nasmyth as they walked beside the plodding oxen.
"Any crisis involving a trial of strength, would prove our superiority," said Mr Foster, taking a new start. "That's been proved already," said Mr Snow, watching the sparkle in Graeme's eye. She laughed merrily. "No, Mr Snow. They may fight it out without me to-night." "I am glad you are growing prudent. Mrs Nasmyth, you wouldn't believe how angry she was with me one night."
It was given to George's sister." "Damaged by snow or water, badly tattered?" "It was," assented Nasmyth. "I've had the book in my hands. I suppose it's natural that you should guess its condition, but I don't see what it points to." Lisle smiled grimly. "One wouldn't be astonished to find some leaves missing from a tattered book." "You're right again." Nasmyth started. "Several had gone."
He looked capable of resolute action and, when it was needed, of Spartan self-denial. There was no suggestion of anything sensual, or even of much regard for bodily comfort. "If you don't mind my being a little personal, I'd better own that I suspected the fact you mention, and it puzzled me," Nasmyth replied.
"Well, then, this minute if you will give me a leg up!" And behind him, scarcely higher than his head, and not even barred, was a wide window with a wire blind, and the name of Nasmyth among others lettered in gold upon the wire. "You're never going to break in?" "This instant, if you'll, help me; in five or ten minutes, if you won't." "Surely you didn't bring the the tools?"
He opened the letters one from Bella, announcing her engagement and inquiring about her brother; a second from Millicent, stating that it was decided that she would visit British Columbia in the early summer; and a third from Nasmyth, which, dreading its contents, he kept to the last. He was, however, slightly reassured when he opened it. Nasmyth's remarks were brief but clear enough.
Wisbech felt inclined to hold his breath as he watched Nasmyth climb down the face of the trestle, but in another minute or two he was clambering up again with several other men behind him. There was another hoot of the whistle, and, as Wisbech glanced up the track, a great locomotive broke out from among the pines.
"No," agreed Acton, with a smile, "you haven't in one way. This is, however, a kind of thing I'm more at home in than you seem to be, and there was a little promise I made your uncle. For another thing" and he waved his hand "I'm going to take a reasonable profit out of you." Nasmyth made no further objections, and they set out for Victoria that afternoon.
Acton will excuse us for a few minutes," the Stranger remarked. "You are evidently fresh from the Bush. How are you getting on there?" Nasmyth told him, and the man looked thoughtful. "You don't hold all the valley," the man said. "I wonder if you know that folks are taking an interest in the land that's still unrecorded?" "I don't," said Nasmyth.
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