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"I allow that's why they sent him when I asked for a good dog driver, though in a general way our bosses aren't given to joking. Walthew will tell you there's a difference between physicking a horse and harnessing a sled team." "It's marked," Walthew agreed with a chuckle. "When I first tried to put the traces on I thought they'd eat me.
I mentioned the thing to Walthew; he was agreeable." They talked about other matters and presently Crestwick came in, smartly dressed and looking remarkably vigorous and clear-skinned. There were many points of difference between his appearance now and when Lisle had first met him. "Mr. Garnet has a proposition to make," Lisle informed him; and the Canadian briefly stated it.
The telephone bell tinkled again, and there was a trace of excitement in the face of the man who answered it. "Walthew has got news ahead of us," he said. "Chicago bears caved in. Buying orders from Liverpool broke them. Got it there strong." Winston tapped Alfreton's shoulder. "Now is the time. Tell him to buy," he said. "We'll wait outside until you've put this deal through, Graham."
"Is there anything else you wish to know?" "No," said Lane, looking at him steadily. "You can take it that this inquiry is closed; we'll pull out the first thing to-morrow." He beckoned Walthew. "Now that we're here, we may as well find out what we can about these fellows, and how they live. It will fill up our report, and they like that kind of information at Regina."
Springing up, they ran back along the trail and found Emile keeping off the dogs while Walthew bent over a dark object that lay half revealed in the clawed up snow. At first Harding saw only a patch or two of ragged fur that looked as if it belonged to an animal; then with a shock he caught the outline of a man's shoulder and arm.
When the meal was nearly finished, Lane looked round the camp. "Where are the dogs?" he asked. "They're very quiet." "I leaf zem la bas," explained Emile, waving his hand toward a neighboring hollow. Then, moving a few paces forward, he exclaimed: "Ah! les coquins!" "Looks as if they'd bolted," Walthew said. "I think I know where to find them."
As they neared the spur, the dogs swerved, as if attracted by something, and the half-breed struck the nearest dog and drove them on. "That was curious," said Private Walthew. "It was old Chasseur who led them off, and he's not given to playing tricks." "A dead mink or beaver in the snow," the sergeant suggested. "I didn't notice anything, but they have a keen scent. Anyhow, let's get into camp."
I don't quite understand what led him to visit these fellows, but after all that doesn't count." "It isn't very plain," Benson agreed. "Is there anything else you wish to know?" "No," said Lane, looking at him steadily. "You can take it that this inquiry is closed; we'll pull out first thing to-morrow." He beckoned Walthew.
"I've seen Walthew and Slyde," he announced. "It will be all right about the money; we'll put the hydraulic plant proposition through at the next Board meeting. You'll have to go back right away." "I've only just come down; the frost's not out of me yet," Lisle grumbled. "Besides, you seem to be going ahead rather fast here in the city.
Benson, who did not doubt this, turned to Private Walthew, whose face, upon which the firelight fell, suggested intelligence and refinement. "What do you specialize in?" "Farriery," answered the young man, who might have added that extravagance had cut short his career as veterinary surgeon in the old country. "Knows a horse all over, outside and in," Sergeant Lane interposed.
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