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"They think I'll rest, do they? Waal, they don't know Pete Martin yit. Mebbe they'll see afore mornin', though." "May I watch with you, Mr. Steadman?" Constance asked, when Pete had gone. "Do you not need rest, Miss Radhurst? You must be tired after such an anxious day." "No, no. I could not rest with my father moaning in that pitiful manner.
But they're divils, miss, is them miners, when they're roused." "Did he fight hard?" "Fight? You should have seed 'im. I never seen anything like it. He was a match fer 'em all, but it was no use. They got turned agin 'im, an' 'ud listen to nothin'." "What did he have to say about the gold being found in his cabin?" asked Mr. Radhurst. "He couldn't explain, sir.
"Oh, Miss Radhurst Constance bear with me," he pleaded, noticing her agitation. "You have talked about my returning to this country. You have pictured it out in glowing colours, and I know that I should be enthusiastic. But I cannot, for when I come back you will not be here. Wait, please wait a little longer!" he cried, as Constance endeavoured to speak. "You know not how I love you.
"Can't the matter be settled with the old chief?" queried Mr. Radhurst. "Why not compensate him for the damage which has been done, and let him pacify his people?" "They tried it, sir, but it wouldn't work. They sent several men up to the old chap to have a big pow-wow. They carried presents, too, but he wouldn't talk.
"That's not an answer to my question. You named me in connection with Miss Radhurst, and I want you to explain." "You seem mighty interested." "Yes, I am. And wouldn't any man with the slightest spark of chivalry be interested if he heard insinuations about one, especially a woman, who is as innocent and pure as the flower of the field?
"This is all new to me," said Constance. "I never thought of it in that way. But does not the bleakness of the land wear upon you, making you long for the sweet meadows and the fragrant flowers?" "You must remember, Miss Radhurst, that it is not all winter here. We have beautiful summers, when the song birds return, and the flowers bloom on every hand.
It is almost breaking my heart. You are a clergyman and a doctor, and I know I can trust you. May I speak?" "I assure you, Miss Radhurst," Keith replied, "that I will not only listen to your story, but I shall consider it a great honour, as well, to be thus taken into your confidence." But Constance did not begin at once. For a time she was silent, lost in thought.
He saw again the dreary Ibex cabin, the man huddled on the floor, and the grave in the snow. That he was Kenneth Radhurst, this woman's only brother, there could be no doubt. How could he tell her what he knew? Would it be right to add this intense sorrow to her present trouble? What should he do? He arose suddenly, went to Mr. Radhurst's side, and watched him for a short time.
Where did you see that man?" Somewhat alarmed, Jennie shrank back without uttering a word. "Connie, what's the matter," questioned Mr. Radhurst, astonished at his daughter's excitement. "Look, father," and Constance handed him the sketch. "This is Kenneth's picture, there can be no mistake. The girl must have seen him somewhere, perhaps on the trail."
Pete sat on the stool drinking in every word, with his eyes fixed full upon the face of the narrator. At times his huge frame trembled with emotion, and a groan escaped his lips. It was only when Mr. Radhurst had finished that he leaped to his feet and gave vent to his pent-up feelings. "Oh, God!" he cried, shaking his fist in the direction of the saloon.
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