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In the meanwhile, this place would be considerably improved by a little ventilation." He went out, and left Waynefleet gazing in indignant astonishment at the door he carefully fixed open.
Waynefleet appeared to be a politician, and he criticized the Government, which, in his opinion, was neglecting the Bush-ranchers shamefully. It was evident that he considered it the duty of the Government to contribute indirectly towards the support of settlers. Then the supper was laid out.
Laura, who glanced at the table, thought that he had acquitted himself reasonably well, but she refrained from pointing out the fact, and, after shutting the door, crossed the room to her store-cupboard, and took out a can of fruit which she had set aside for another purpose. Waynefleet watched her open it and made a little sign of impatience. "You are very clumsy this morning," he said.
He saw Waynefleet raise his eyebrows, and he added: "I guess it's not worth while troubling to point out that it's not my affair. Now, if you'll get ahead with your symptoms." Waynefleet looked hard at him for a moment.
He, however, gathered strength rapidly, and a few days later he was chopping a great tree, standing on a narrow plank notched into the trunk of it several feet from the ground as he swung the axe, when the man who had instructed Miss Waynefleet how to nurse him came up the trail. Gordon sat down on a log close by, and looked at Nasmyth.
Only the pack-horses now went round by the longer way. She thought hard for a moment or two, and then told the man how to find the old trail. He rode away with his companion, and Laura's face was thoughtful when she sat down again. She made a hasty breakfast, and went out to the stable. Waynefleet was still busy when she reached it, and she took down the side-saddle before she turned to him.
"He can't," Acton broke in. "We're out on business. You may as well make it clear that we understand the thing." Waynefleet turned and looked at Acton with lifted brows, and had he been less angry, Nasmyth could have laughed at his attitude. Waynefleet's air of supercilious resentment was inimitable. "You have some interest in this affair?" he inquired. "Oh, yes," answered Acton cheerfully.
"No," said Waynefleet with querulous incisiveness, "it is quite out of the question. Do I look like a man who could reasonably be expected to undertake anything of that kind just now?" It occurred to Laura that he did not look as if there was very much the matter with him, and she stood still a minute considering.
Laura Waynefleet was preparing breakfast, and the door of the ranch stood open, when she heard the sharp clatter of the flung-down slip-rails in the fence across the clearing jar upon the stillness of the surrounding woods.
Gordon was silent for a moment or two. "Of course, I partly expected it," he observed. "In fact, when I was talking to Miss Waynefleet about you, I ventured to predict something of the kind." The two men looked at each other for a moment, and then Nasmyth smiled. "You haven't anything else to say," he suggested. "No," answered Gordon, "at least, nothing that's very material.
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