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"My daughter found it necessary to acquire the art of cookery in Canada," said Townshead a trifle distantly. "Of course," said Seaforth, smiling.
"I don't know that you did it, but I think that bone has gone," he said. Okanagan, saying nothing, dropped on hands and knees, and while Alton groaned drew the bands tighter about the shattered cedar-bark. Then he rose up and looked at Seaforth, and the two stood silent for almost a minute with the snow whirling about them.
It began to look as though the Moros had withdrawn, or else were waiting for something, for no shots came from the enemy. Again, at command, the detachment rose and rushed forward, this time without cheering. "Lie down!" Uncle Sam's men dropped in their tracks, close to the house. Now, Seaforth, the planter, appeared in the doorway.
They were, however, of a fine silky brown, and it seemed to Seaforth, might have been arranged in a more unbecoming fashion. "I wonder if I might venture to congratulate you.
He was also to meet with another astonishment, for Deringham and Seaforth came up the stairway next together, and Thorne dropped his cigar when he and the latter stood face to face. "Charley! Is it you?" he said. Seaforth stood quite still a moment looking at him, and then, being possibly sensible that other eyes were upon him, shook hands. "Yes," he said.
Upon Lord Lovat becoming acquainted with this, he immediately got himself introduced at Court, possibly with a view to deceiving the public mind. Lady Seaforth having asked some favour from him, he refused to grant it, unless she would return that letter, which had been addressed to her son.
Now it's quite possible that a few pounds of grub and a load of blankets may make a big difference before we get home again, and if we can't trail that horse to-morrow you'll go back to Somasco for another one. We'll cache the load somewhere here and make a big smoke for you at every camping." "That means the loss of a fortnight, anyway," said Seaforth.
"There certainly were occasions when your recollections were somewhat realistic." Alton groaned, and his face was a study of consternation. "Lord, what brutes we are," he said. "There was the trouble over the Bluebird claim down in Washington. Did I talk about that?" Seaforth crossed over and sat down on the arm of his comrade's chair.
Okanagan helped him to carry Alton ashore, and then stood still looking at the fir, which was of a girth seldom seen in any other country. "She's lying right across, and we've got to chop our way through," he said. "You'll fix the tent and make supper while I take first turn." He came back dripping presently, and Seaforth was waist-deep in icy water when he reached the tree.
"Time is valuable with the winter coming on." Alton nodded. "Still, it can't be helped," he said. "I'll lose no time," said Seaforth, who had been watching his comrade. "Are you quite sure you have told us all, Harry?" Alton slowly drew a strip of hide from beneath him, and passed it across.
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