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In a moment the light of hope died out of the girl's eyes. The excited flush on her cheeks paled. And the man saw, and read the sign he beheld. He waited. But Nancy remained silent, crushed under the feeling of utter desolation to which the mention of Bull Sternford's name had reduced her. Father Adam set his cup down. "Don't let the sending of that message worry, child," he said quickly.
You see, I'm just a tough sort of man who's big for a scrap. I haven't patience or sympathy for the feller who don't feel the same. You've seen the forest boys?" "I've been through the Shagaunty." "Ah!" Bull Sternford's ejaculation was sharp. The problem of Father Adam's letter was partially solved. "Well, I guess you're a woman," he went on.
"But if we stop around here mor'n ha'f another minute, the memory you'll mostly carry away with you from Labrador'll be skitters an' nothing much else. Will you come right along up to Mr. Sternford's office? It's quite a piece up the hill, which helps to keep it clear of skitters an' things?" Nancy laughed. Her early impression of the super-lumberjack had passed.
An' these things mean our costs leave us cutting right under other folks, and Skandinavia beat. There it is," he cried, with a wide gesture of his knotted hands. "It's pie!" Something of the lumberman's enthusiasm found reflection in Sternford's eyes. "But Nature's handed us a lemon in the basket of oranges," Bat went on, with a shake of his head. "It's that woman in her again.
It was winter all right, for all no snow had as yet fallen, and the girl felt glad that it was so. It suited her mood. Once or twice she took a sidelong glance at the man seated beside her; but Bull Sternford's mood was no less reticent than her own. Once she encountered the glance of his eyes, and it was just as the vehicle bumped heavily over the badly paved road.
Bull Sternford's existence, until now had always been a joyous heart-whole striving which had no more in it than the calmly conceived ideals of a heart undisturbed by sexual emotions. Now now that had been completely changed. Perhaps he was not yet wholly aware of the thing that had come to him.
The door was closed and he stood at the window gazing out at the dreary world beyond. But he saw nothing of it. He was thinking with the speed of a mind chafing at delay. He was wondering and hoping, and fearing. It was a woman of desperately fortified resolve who turned the handle of the office door in response to Bull Sternford's peremptory summons.
Sachigo will rule the Canadian forest industry. The foreigner is on the scrap heap. We've helped to build something for this great old Empire of ours, and so our lives haven't been wholly wasted. It's good to feel that when the time comes to pay our debts. That boy Sternford's a great feller. I'm glad about him.
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