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"Denzil!" she gasped. "Flora!" I said sternly. "What does this mean?" "Hush!" she whispered. "We shall be heard! You you said you would trust me. Is this keeping your word?" "Where have you been?" I demanded hoarsely. "I will tell you again. Oh, be merciful, be patient!" I saw that Captain Rudstone's light had vanished. A madness sprang up in my breast. "Where have you been?" I repeated.
"Do so, I beg of you," replied the law clerk. "Show me more proof more proof!" "Mr. Burley, did you ever see Osmund Maiden?" asked the captain. "Only a portrait of him, sir painted before he left England." "Then look sharply at me!" The law clerk came forward a little, and stared for a moment into Captain Rudstone's face. "Good Heavens!" he cried. "I see it I see it now!
At the end of the hall a window admitted the silvery glow of the moon, and here a cross passage turned to the right. Twenty feet away a thin bar of light shone from a room that I knew was Captain Rudstone's, and beyond that lay some empty apartments. My own room was one of the first. I slipped into it, put my boots on the floor and began to grope for a light.
The summons guided us straight to Captain Rudstone's room, from the open door of which streamed a yellow light.
That I should ever see him again, or run across the man of whom he was in search, were things so utterly improbable that I gave them no second thought. But I was to learn in later days how small a place the world really was. I spent the afternoon in the hotel, for I was satisfied that Captain Rudstone's caution against venturing in the streets was not to be despised.
I cried, clutching Captain Rudstone's arm with a trembling hand. "My prediction, Carew," he answered hoarsely. "It has come it is what I expected. The devils have tunneled under the snow and planted a powder bag against the stockade. They have blown a breach." "We'll keep them out of it as long as we can," I shouted. "Hark! the fighting has begun."
He stared at the hieroglyphics with a thoughtful face, with his brow knitted into tiny wrinkles over his half-closed eyes. We all, more or less, shared Captain Rudstone's curiosity. For a minute we gazed in silence at the strange marks the company men stolidly, the two voyageurs with disdainful shrugs of the shoulders.
A comrade on my left was shot in the mouth, and dropped writhing to the ground; a half-breed at my very side clapped a hand to his arm and spun round. But by this time the scrimmage had been seen at a distance, and there was a rally to the spot. Two savages were clubbed to death, and a third fell by Captain Rudstone's musket.
"There is no reason why I should not," said I. "Miss Hatherton was sent over to become the wife of the factor of Fort Royal. I met her in accordance with my instructions, and we are to take the first ship that sails for Hudson's Bay." Captain Rudstone's hard expression softened; he looked astonished and relieved. "I am glad the matter is cleared up," he said.
But they found no trace of the unfortunate man, and there can be no doubt that he perished in the storm, and is buried deep under a drift." "Poor fellow!" said I. "I hoped he might turn up, but there is no chance of it now." "It is a strange case," replied Macdonald. "I was familiar with Captain Rudstone's name, but I can't recall every having met him."
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