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She was, no doubt, loaded with food and prospecting tools, and Thirlwell had gained an important advantage by setting her adrift, since Stormont would not venture farther north without supplies. He had probably some stores in camp and would find the canoe, but if she stranded on a beach far up the lake, the search might cost some time. The delay would give Thirlwell a longer start.
It was afternoon when the canoes slid out from the forest on to the broad expanse of the Shadow River. The day was calm and hot, although the sky was covered with soft gray clouds, that subdued the light. The river had shrunk, for the driftwood on the bank stood high above the water level, and Thirlwell had only known it sink so low during the summer when Strange was drowned.
By and by the mosquitoes that had followed Thirlwell got more numerous and when, in spite of the smoke, they settled upon his face and neck he reeled up his line ready to start. As he did so he thought he saw something move where the forest ran down to the river.
"For one thing, I've put up most of the new timbers and guess she'll hold for a while. Then I sure don't like that Metis kid. Reckon I'll kill him if I stop." "Do what you think best," said Thirlwell, who saw he must get rid of one and would sooner keep Drummond. "If you come back later, we may find you a job."
It, however, looked as if the man had not been at the rapid and when Thirlwell passed the shack he saw his dark figure at the door. "Who's that?" he asked, and when Thirlwell answered, added: "Watch out as you go down the gulch. There's a rampike across the trail." When Thirlwell came to the burned pine he stopped abruptly as a thought struck him.
Miss Strange had the shock of hearing about her father's sudden death, and it would not be kind to harrow her again." "Certainly not," said Thirlwell, who felt annoyed because his comrade had guessed his thoughts. A week later, Thirlwell was walking down the tunnel when he saw one or two of the men and Driscoll shoring up the roof. Drummond was helping, but a stone fell on him and he sat down.
There was a bag of food beneath it that I tried to reach, but perhaps I shook the sledge, which began to slip down, and I saw the dogs roll among the traces as they were dragged towards the hole. The leader clawed desperately at the snow, howling as if he begged my help, and I felt that I must save him. You have heard a dog howl in fear or pain?" "Yes," said Thirlwell, "it makes a strong appeal.
They poled up the Shadow for some distance, and then followed a small creek, tracking the canoes, which were heavily loaded. Indeed, when they carried the freight by relays across the portages, Agatha was surprised to note the quantity of tools and stores. Since the cost of transport made such things dear, it looked as if Thirlwell had made her money go a long way.
There's another curious thing; I don't see what he'd gain by leaving you to starve, as I think he meant to do." "No," said Father Lucien sharply, "that is impossible! Besides, Driscoll was trapping some distance off." "A white man stood looking down at you and then stole away, although he saw you had no camp outfit," Thirlwell insisted. "He may have been short of food and came to borrow.
By and by the door opened and Stormont frowned as Thirlwell came in with Agatha. "We are glad to see Miss Strange, but Mr. Thirlwell owns none of the company's stock," he said. Thirlwell smiled, in a rather curious way, but said nothing and Agatha replied: "Mr. Thirlwell is the manager; I asked him to come." "Then I take back my objection," Stormont said with a bow. "I asked you and Mr.
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