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With this he turned the Swallow toward the Lake and set off. "Good-bye," called out Ike. "Where you going?" "Oh, I say," cried The Kid, wheeling the Swallow. "What trail did they take?" "You mean Crawley?" inquired Ike. With a curse The Kid bore down upon him. "Which way did they go?" he demanded. "Okanagan trail," said Ike, with a slow grin. "So long." "Good-bye, Ike.
For a time he saw nothing but froth and spray and flitting stone, and then the roar that came back from the towering walls swelled into a great diapason terrifying and bewildering. Seaforth glanced over his shoulder and saw that Okanagan was dipping his paddle. "A fall or a big rapid. We've got to go through," he said.
From Vancouver we journeyed eastwards by the Canadian Pacific Railway over the Rockies, breaking our journey and holding sittings at Vernon, in the Okanagan Valley, at Calgary, Regina, Winnipeg, Toronto, Ottawa, Montreal and Quebec, devoting several days each to many of these places. In Ontario we visited North Bay, Fort William, Port Arthur, Guelph and Niagara Falls.
Presently Seaforth descended the stairway with Deringham, Tom of Okanagan moved forward with the horses, and Alton was left alone with Alice Deringham. Neither of them spoke for a moment, and it was noticeable that the girl, who knew that silence is often more expressive than speech and had acquired some skill in avoiding unpleasant situations, was for the moment unable to break it.
Still, it was not physical distress alone which accounted for his gravity. He had put off his journey to the latest moment, and now when time was scanty the weather promised to further delay him. They had stopped a moment breathless, when Okanagan broke the silence. "Plenty water. I'm figuring we'll find Charley Seaforth somewhere here," he said.
Seaforth understood him, and the implication pleased him though it was not openly expressed. "Had you any especial reason when you asked me to go, Harry?" he asked. Alton smiled dryly. "I had, but I don't know that it was a very good one. You would sooner stay up here. What do you think, Tom?" "Of course!" said Seaforth, and Alton nodded silently, while Okanagan rose to his feet.
"Simple, sober truth of my own proving," replied Ranald. "And you saw a fringe of the mines up in the Cariboo. The Kootenai is full of gold and silver, and in the Okanagan you can grow food and fruits for millions of people. I know what I am saying." "Tell you what," said the colonel, "you make me think you're speakin' the truth anyhow."
"Oh, yes, I think I know him. When we get him I'm figuring we'll find the marks of Harry's knife on him." Okanagan found the trail again lower down the valley, and he and another tireless man headed for the river through a country no horse could traverse all that day, leaving Seaforth behind them worn-out at noon.
His own was distorted into what was not a sympathetic smile, but a grotesque grin, and there was every now and then a reflection of it in the one awry with pain which looked up at him. Then Alton drew in his breath with a little quivering sigh, and there was a rattle as Okanagan dropped the steel. "I want that bandage quick. We are through now," he said.
That one's cut, but I don't think it's smashed right through. Now if it goes as well as the other, it's quite possible Harry will limp ever after." Seaforth stood up with a little shiver. "Good Lord. Harry of all men a cripple! Tom, you must do something." Okanagan slowly shook his head. "I've done my best now," he said.
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