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"When I could, I gave them my name and they asked no more. Yet what did they tell me of a sealed letter from my brother, addressed to me? True, I heard of it more than once, but I could ask no one to read it to me, and I closed my ears. In Wayland's hands I knew the youth was well cared for, and only now do I feel that I have ill requited my brother's confidence."
It seemed pitifully unjust that she should have this physical hardship in addition to her uneasiness of mind. Berea suffered a restless night, the most painful and broken she had known in all her life. She acknowledged that Siona Moore was prettier, and that she stood more nearly on Wayland's plane than herself; but the realization of this fact did not bring surrender she was not of that temper.
Wayland's mare, which he had bought at one of the irrigation farms, lifted up her neck and whinnied. It was at that irrigation farm operated by a retired newspaper man from Chicago they had got a reading of the first newspaper seen since leaving the Valley and learned that the bodies of the two remaining fugitive outlaws had been found by the railway navvies.
On this occasion the new drinking cups were filled with mead, and, besides her necklace, Banvilda wore the ring which her father had taken long ago from Wayland's house. As was the custom, the feast lasted long, and the dead Princes were forgotten by the guests, who drank deeply and grew merry. But at midnight their gaiety suddenly came to an end.
Wayland's endeavours to rouse him had come too soon, or in a less simple and attractive form, for they had been reluctantly received and had proved entirely unsuccessful; while the child-like efforts of the girl, following his lead instead of leading him, were certainly awakening him, and renewing his spirits and interest in the world at large in an unlooked-for manner.
Then, he caught the Cree woman by the shoulder and threw her to her feet. "Calamity who did this?" "Th' trunk man, O'Finnigan! Flood, he lead heem up; an' t' trunk man shoot, shoot quick close lak dat," she said snapping her fingers round behind Wayland's ear against the soft of his temple. Wayland's suspicions became a certainty. "They will blame you," he said, "do you understand me?
It was as if Wayland's spirit stood back and listened to the conflicting contentions of two other men, the one who wanted to breast the stream and the one who wanted to go with the current; one full of blind, red-blood courage, the other full of cold white-corpuscled argument; one a zealous sportsman playing the game for the game's zest, the other a quitter because he foresaw no gain.
There was no hope or chance for Hazelton to get to the spot in time -and Wayland's man away from third was steaming in while Purcell made the home plate at a bound. Dick raced -raced for all he was worth, though his heart felt as if steam had shut down. Across the grass raced Prescott, as though he believed he could make history in fifths of seconds. In his speed he went too far.
Whatever were Wayland's internal feelings, he judged it necessary to express pleasure at their unexpected meeting. "Ha! is it thou, my minikin my miller's thumb my prince of cacodemons my little mouse?" "Ay," said Dickie, "the mouse which gnawed asunder the toils, just when the lion who was caught in them began to look wonderfully like an ass."
"There were plenty of Esquimau princes whom I might have held for ransom, but if I had done so, all the rest of the tribe would have come to board with them." "Have you come home to stay?" "No, sir; I shall return in a few weeks." Mr. Wayland's cordiality seemed to increase in some subtle manner. "Well, I am sorry you didn't make a fortune, my boy.
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