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Needless to say, the conversation resulted in Whitley's engaging the moonshiner for seventy-five cents a day, to hunt with him; and for the next two weeks they were always together. All day long the native led the way over the hills and through the deep ravines and valleys, taking a different course each day, but always the chase led them away from the little ravine that opened on the big road.
He was told: 'You are a disgrace to the Manchester Regiment. He replied: 'I shall never let that be said of me, rose to climb over, and was blown to bits by a shell. Whitley carried a badly wounded man a long way under fire. Creery did splendidly." It may be added that Whitley's act was afterwards recognised by an award of the Military Cross. He became Staff Captain at Ismailia.
When word of the disaster was brought to Whitley's, he was not at home, but his wife, a worthy helpmeet, immediately sent for him, and meanwhile sent word to his company. On his return he was able to take the trail at once with twenty-one riflemen, as true as steel.
Whitley's reading in this field had been much wider than mine, and his knowledge of far countries and the men who wrote about them was a revelation to such a dabbler as I had been. It was time for me to efface myself, and I said so a bit unsteadily, perhaps, for the pleasant evening had been as the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land. "No," said Whitley, quite definitely.
In October a party of immigrants, led by a man named McClure, who had just come over the Wilderness trace, were set upon at dawn by Indians, not far from Whitley's house; two of the men were killed. Mrs. McClure got away at first, and ran two hundred yards, taking her four children with her; in the gloom they would all have escaped had not the smallest child kept crying.
"Can't do them in my own name, you know," he observed lightly, at last laying down his bow, and replacing the dainty white rose in his left top buttonhole. "Not official for a bank EMPLOYE to operate on the Stock Exchange. The chiefs object to it. So I do my little ventures in Tom's name instead, my brother-in-law, Tom Whitley's. Those Cedulas went up another eighth yesterday.
"Well," said Whitley, with an oath, "what do you want?" "I want you to take your hand out of your pocket first," flashed Dick; "that gun won't help you any tonight," and a heavy revolver in his own hand covered Whitley's heart. His request was granted instantly. "Now walk into the other room." They passed into the stock room, which was well lighted.
It was soon followed by another and then another, and pressing forward we reached the crossing in time to see Harrods' Stores, Whitley's, Swan & Edgar, and an interminable number of English Army supply motors coming straight towards us. Knowing that it would be impossible to pass before the whole long line had gone by, I crossed over and now saw that the Scots Grays would soon find friends.
"And the past?" asked Amy, with a blush of shame. "Is past," said Dick, emphatically. "No one in Boyd City knows your story, nor need they ever know." "One man there can tell them," answered the girl, with averted face. "You are mistaken," said Dick, quietly. And then, as gently as he could, he told her of Whitley's death.
Montague Nevitt been here?" he asked, in a voice all tremulous with emotion. "Mr. Montague Nevitt?" the clerk responded. "Just gone ten minutes ago. Came to settle Mr. Whitley's call his brother-in-law's. Went off in a cab. Can I do anything for you?" "He's paid in six thousand pounds?" Guy gasped out interrogatively. The clerk gazed at him hard with a suspicious glance.
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