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Updated: June 29, 2025
Seaforth's house stood at that time on the little point, just beyond the curve of the river, at the foot of which our own house stands, and as the river continued to rise, Mr. Seaforth went about actively securing his property.
At all events, fighting within the hour seemed almost certain, for occasional shots still sounded in the country ahead. No word was now spoken. Cotter found the path, and led his men into it. Prescott knew, from his map, that the path would lead his men to Seaforth's, though by a wide detour from the highway.
Horton nodded, and wondered a little at the change in his companion, for there was a little flash in Seaforth's eyes and his voice had a ring. "Then," he said grimly, "I'm going to take a hand in, but there are several good reasons why we should not tell Harry." It was a week later when Forel came home one night looking somewhat anxious and depressed.
When at last the turning had been passed, and Alice Deringham went down with her father for a brief rest to Vancouver, she took Seaforth's limitless respect and gratitude with her, though it occurred to him that she had gone somewhat suddenly as though anxious to escape from the ranch. They were, however, to return that evening. "I talked a good deal, Charley, when I was sick?" said Alton.
Then, somewhat to Seaforth's regret, they took up the paddles and went on again. Alton smiled curiously as he glanced towards the firs that slid by them half-seen through the mist. "We're taking Jimmy's road. He was the last man to come down here, and I wonder what he was thinking about," he said. "There would have been an ice fringe along the bank, and Jimmy was hungry.
"Captain, I hope I needn't tell you that you and your men are welcome," came Seaforth's greeting. He was hardly a middle-aged man, but three years of planter's life in Mindanao had brought deep gray streaks into his hair. "I've a wounded man to bring inside," announced young Prescott. "Bring him right in, sir; we'll make him as comfortable as we can."
"You see me, Miss Scudder, run 'most to death," she said; "but I thought I would just run up to Miss Major Seaforth's, and see her best bed-room quilt, 'cause I wanted to have all the ideas we possibly could, before I decided on the pattern.
"That wound of yours is troubling you?" he said. "Yes," said Alton dryly; "I'm afraid it will. Now I was a trifle confused when you helped me. Did I tell you how I got it?" Thorne remembering Seaforth's story answered indifferently, "I concluded it was an axe-cut." He passed on, but Alton had quick perceptions, and made a little gesture of contentment.
I'm going to take hold of Damer for horse-stealing." A thought came swiftly into Seaforth's mind, and he smote the table. "But I can't swear it was Damer. You would never convict him." Horton laughed the bushman's almost silent laugh. "I don't know that I want to. Anyway, I can keep on remanding him, and when I sent him up for trial it would be a rancher's jury.
One fire would be enough for Tom to make his supper with, and that one's nearer us." "But," said Seaforth, "I can scarcely see the smoke." Alton raised one hand impatiently. "No," he said. "Whoever made that fire didn't want you to, and there's no need to make much smoke if you keep clear of sap and twigs." Seaforth's face grew grave. "Is there any reason why you can't tell me a little more?
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