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Updated: May 7, 2025
The wife of one of the English professors er, if you will pardon me, Mrs. Haythorne disappeared with some San Francisco doctor, I understood, though his name does not just now come to my lips. Do you remember the incident?" Haythorne nodded his head. "Made quite a stir at the time. His name was Womble Graham Womble. He had a magnificent practice. I knew him somewhat."
The pails were already skinned over with young ice when he picked them up and made for the cabin. When he entered he found the other man waiting, standing near the stove, a certain stiff awkwardness and indecision in his manner. Messner set down his water-pails. "Glad to meet you, Graham Womble," he said in conventional tones, as though acknowledging an introduction.
Messner nodded affirmation. "Then somebody must get out." "That also is incontrovertible," Messner agreed. "When three bodies cannot occupy the same space at the same time, one must get out." "And you're that one," Womble announced grimly. "It's a ten-mile pull to the next camp, but you can make it all right." "And that's the first flaw in your reasoning," the other objected.
"Perfectly," she answered, in a voice the control of which was in amazing contrast to the anger that blazed in the face she turned aside so that Haythorne might not see. The latter was again on the verge of asking his name, when Messner remarked: "This Dr. Womble, I've heard he was very handsome, and er quite a success, so to say, with the ladies."
Womble demanded, with a contempt in his voice equal to that in his face. "I made an estimate of the sack, and I ah should say it weighed about twenty pounds. What do you say we call it four thousand?" "But it's all I've got, man!" Womble cried out. "You've got her," the other said soothingly. "She must be worth it. Think what I'm giving up. Surely it is a reasonable price." "All right."
You got a trifle the better of me, Womble." He handled the sack lovingly, and with due appreciation of its preciousness carried it out to his sled. Returning, he gathered his pots and pans together, packed his grub-box, and rolled up his bed. When the sled was lashed and the complaining dogs harnessed, he returned into the cabin for his mittens.
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