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I've settled it already in my own mind, but I am not so selfish as to refuse to discuss the matter with you." When the professor came out of the tent, Yates roared. Renmark himself smiled; he knew the effect would appeal to Yates. "By Jove! old man, I ought to have included a mirror in the outfit.
"They may be vagabonds; but so am I, for that matter. They may also be well-meaning, mistaken men; but I do not think they are thieves." "While you were talking with the so-called general, one party came in with several horses that had been stolen from the neighboring farmers, and another party started out to get some more." "Oh, that isn't stealing, Renmark; that's requisitioning.
When the Canadian forces retreated, Renmark, who had watched the contest with all the helpless anxiety of a noncombatant, sharing the danger, but having no influence upon the result, followed them, making a wide detour to avoid the chance shots which were still flying. He expected to come up with the volunteers on the road, but was not successful.
When the wagon stopped in the lane, Renmark said hesitatingly: "I think I'll not stay, if you don't mind. My friend is waiting for me at the camp, and will be wondering what has become of me." "Who? Yates? Let him wonder. I guess he never bothers about anybody else as long as he is comfortable himself. That's how I sized him up, at any rate.
Yates had intended to give the professor a piece of his mind regarding the lack of tact and common sense displayed by Renmark in the camp, but, somehow, the scarcely awakened day did not lend itself to controversy, and the serene stillness soothed his spirit.
He liked Renmark better than Yates, and was glad he had offered him a ride, although, of course, that was the custom; still, a person with one horse and a heavy load is exempt on a sandy road. "Well, you see," he said in explanation, "it's like this: The township votes a sum of money, say a hundred dollars, or two hundred, as the case may be.
What, in the name of common sense, are you fighting for but liberty?" "Thanks, Renmark, thanks," said Yates; "but I don't care to see the colonel, and I shall welcome Welland jail. I am tired of all this bother. I came here for rest and quiet, and I am going to have them, if I have to go to jail for them.
Renmark arose leisurely and picked up a quantity of the books. "These will do excellently for lighting our morning camp fire," he said. "And if you will allow me to treat them as if they were my own, that is the use to which I will put them. You surely do not mean to say that you read such trash as this, Yates?" "Trash?" exclaimed Yates indignantly. "It serves me right.
There is something wrong," she continued, stepping down beside him. "I can see it in your face. What is it?" "Is your father in the house?" "Yes, but he is worried about mother. Tell me what it is. It is better to tell me." Renmark hesitated. "Don't keep me in suspense like this," cried the girl in a low but intense voice. "You have said too much or too little. Has anything happened to Henry?"
"Margaret is such a sensible, quiet, level-headed girl that, if I am as flippant as you say, she will be just the wife for me. There are depths in my character, Renmark, that you have not suspected." "Oh, you're deep." "I admit it. Well, a good, sober-minded woman would develop the best that is in me. Now, what do you say, Renny?" "I say nothing. I am going into the woods again, dark as it is."
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