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"You're losing time," Prescott objected. "We've lost it," Curtis told him grimly. "My mount has been out since noon, and it's near midnight now. Stanton's isn't much fresher." Prescott rode with them to the bluff, where they got down. "That's a relief; it's quite a while since I could feel the bridle," said Curtis, turning to Prescott. "How did you scare Wandle off? Be as quick as you can!"
You have given us trouble enough already, and you'll be warmer on your feet." Then he drew out a paper. "This is my warrant. It's my duty to arrest you " Wandle listened coolly to the formula, in which he was charged with fraudulently selling Jernyngham's land and forging his name. Indeed, Prescott fancied that he was relieved to find that nothing more serious had been brought against him.
Wandle must have seen him, but he was holding straight on, and this could only be because he was following a trail which led to the easiest crossing of the ravine. The man would shrink from the risk of getting entangled among thick timber with his team. Prescott would have found speed difficult, even had he been mounted on a fresh horse.
I could understand his wanting to get rid of one that belonged to somebody else, after he'd cleaned it out. Aren't you beginning to understand?" "Sure," said Stanton eagerly. "The box was Jernyngham's we'll find out when he bought it at the hardware store. Then we'll get after Wandle." "You hustle too much!" Curtis rebuked him, and then sat down with knitted brows.
Once he stopped and listened with strained attention, but he could hear only the faint sighing of a light wind among the trees he skirted and the snapping of a twig, made by what means he could not tell, for there was no sign of life in all the frozen wilds. It was very dreary, and Prescott had little expectation of overtaking Wandle after the time they had lost, but he doggedly rode on.
"After Wandle." "I might have guessed!" said Curtis savagely, and turned to Stanton. "This explains the thing." "How far is he ahead of you?" Stanton asked. "He got off half an hour before I did, as near as I can guess." They sat silent for a moment or two, breathless and crestfallen, their horses distressed. "Let's get into the lee of the bluff yonder; this wind's keen," Curtis said.
The morning after he had been installed in office, and at the moment that he was making his breakfast from a prodigious earthen dish, filled with milk and Indian pudding, he was interrupted by the appearance of Wandle Schoonhoven, a very important old burgher of New Amsterdam, who complained bitterly of one Barent Bleecker, inasmuch as he refused to come to a settlement of accounts, seeing that there was a heavy balance in favor of the said Wandle.
Good trout-fishing in Scotland, south of the Pentland Firth, is almost impossible to procure. There are better fish, and more of them, in the Wandle, within twenty minutes of Victoria Station, than in any equal stretch of any Scotch river with which I am acquainted. But the pleasure of angling, luckily, does not consist merely of the catching of fish.
It was written in my presence, and what's more important, in the presence of another man. Now will you tell me what the fellow who made the deal with you was like?" Laxton did so, and Prescott thought the description indicated Wandle, though he was not the only man in the neighborhood of Sebastian to whom it might apply. "Did you notice how he was dressed?" he asked.
The man's tone was commanding and Curtis complied. "On the whole, I'm inclined to blame the other fellow, Wandle." "Against the evidence?" asked his superior in quiet surprise. "You of course remember your instructions and know what your duty is." "Yes, sir," said Curtis. "Still, I think " He paused and continued diffidently: "You would have an answer."
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