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His day was over, and Warden's succession to the post seemed an inevitable sequence. As Hill sardonically remarked, there was no other competitor for the chieftainship of that band of cutthroats. For some reason he had postponed his departure till after Hill's official visit to Trelevan. He and Warden shared the largest house in the miners' colony in Barren Valley.
"Don't mind me, Miss Trelevan," he said, in a drawl so exaggerated that she thought it must be intentional. "Take your time. There's no hurry. I've always thought it was a bit hard on a woman to expect her to answer an offer of marriage offhand. Perhaps you'd rather write?" "No," she said, rather breathlessly. "No!" Then, after a pause, still more breathlessly: "Won't you sit down?"
"You look very nice in what you've got." "Oh, don't be silly!" she said. "If I'm going to live at Wallacetown Wallacetown, mind you, the smartest place this side of Sydney I must be respectably clothed. I shall have to go to Trelevan, and see what I can find." "You and Adela had better have a week off," said Jack, "and go while Fletcher is busy there.
The place was strewn with scattered huts belonging to such of the workers as did not live at Trelevan, and a yellow stream ran foaming through the valley, crossed here and there by primitive wooden bridges. The desolation of the whole scene, save for that running stream, produced the effect of a world burnt out. The hills of shale might have been vast heaps of ashes.
That life could possibly return to a normal course after that amazing night would have seemed to Dot preposterous but for the extremely practical attitude adopted by Fletcher Hill. But when she saw him again on the day after their safe return to Trelevan there was nothing in his demeanour to remind her of the stress through which they had passed.
The Fortescue Gold Mine was five miles away from Trelevan, in the heart of wild, barren country, through which the sound of its great crushing machines whirred perpetually like the droning of an immense beehive.
"I am afraid I've ridden him rather hard." She gave him a fleeting glance. "You have come from Trelevan?" "Yes. I got there this afternoon. We left Wallacetown early this morning." "Rode all the way?" questioned Jack. "Yes, every inch. I wanted to see the Fortescue Gold Mine." "Ah! There's a rough crowd there," said Jack.
"They say all the uncaught criminals find their way to the Fortescue Gold Mine." "Yes," said Hill. "Is it true?" asked Adela, curiously. "I am not in a position to say, madam." Hill's voice sounded sardonic. "That means he doesn't know," explained Jack. "Look here, man! If you've ridden all the way from Wallacetown to-day you can't go back to Trelevan to-night.
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