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Updated: May 13, 2025
It was snowing slowly and persistently, as it had done all day, when Henry Alton of Somasco ranch stood struggling with a half-tamed Cayuse pony in a British Columbian settlement. The Cayuse had laid its ears back, and was describing a circle round him, scattering mud and snow, while the man who gripped the bridle in a lean, brown hand watched it without impatience, admiringly. "Game!" he said.
"You are Alton of Carnaby." "Pshaw!" said the man with a little gesture of pride and impatience, which Miss Deringham was forced to admit became him. "I'm Alton of Somasco, and nobody gave it me. I won it from the lake and the forest that comes crawling in again but I'm getting off the trail. I didn't know your father was coming here, and hadn't any notion who you were."
What he wanted it for I don't know, but he wouldn't be lonely, anyway. One of the boys who was staying here pulled out for the railroad just before him." "Did you know the man?" asked Seaforth with unusual sharpness. "No," said Horton. "He was timber-righting, but I'd a kind of fancy I'd once seen somebody very like him working round Somasco."
I've got you there," he said. "Still, I don't know that I want to squeeze you. Well, I once kept Alton out of Somasco to please you, and now I want you to keep him right here in Vancouver for a while." "I could not do it." "Well," said Hallam, grinning, "if you couldn't, I figure your daughter could." Deringham had all along been struggling with a sense of disgust, and now his anger mastered him.
Neither spoke for a moment, but the half-amiable condescension in Miss Deringham's attitude was a trifle too marked. "I am afraid that is all we can tell you," she said. "Mr. Alton has evidently met with a serious accident, and we are going up at once to Somasco to see what we can do for him." Deringham moved a trifle and glanced at his daughter.
It was hot outside in the noisy streets, but the Somasco Consolidated offices were quiet and cool when Alton entertained two of his friends there one afternoon.
"I don't know that you were wise, but we'll get a move on and cache some of these provisions." Seaforth was glad of something to do. Three had started from Somasco, and already one had gone, while he felt a slight sense of depression as he glanced north towards the wilderness of rock and snow their path led into.
Well, while the claim is unrecorded anybody can jump it, but I couldn't get back up there through the snow, and didn't figure Hallam's man knew just where to find it. Now you've told me we'll get in ahead of him yet, and the man he sends up there will have his journey for nothing. Do you know that what you have done means just everything to Somasco?"
That is Alton of Somasco," she said. "I wonder whether he will remember to put on his hat." "I don't think it's likely," said her husband. "Nellie, I can't help wondering if you were right just now." Mrs. Seaforth smiled at him curiously. "It was right I did," she said. "Possibly the distinction is too fine for you, but I think the future will justify me."
Susie's driving over with the wagon." Alton nodded. "Now you needn't be touchy, but we've fruit and things at Somasco you haven't got," said he. "Well, I want you to come round with the wagon." The rancher straightened himself a trifle. "My place isn't Somasco, but it will be a mean day when I can't feed my friends," said he. Alton laughed softly.
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