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Wyllard's face flushed, but he said nothing, and it was Charly who asked the next question. "The others are dead?" Lewson made a little expressive gesture. "Hopkins was drowned in a crevice of the ice. I buried Leslie back yonder." He broke off abruptly, as though speech cost him an effort, and Wyllard turned to Overweg. "This is the last of the men I was looking for," he said.
He was dressed in rather old blue serge, and he walked as if he were a seaman. The stranger stood still, looking about him, and Wyllard's lips set tight. A thrill of apprehension ran through Agatha, for she felt that she knew what this stranger's errand must be. Wyllard rose and walked towards the man with outstretched hand. "Sit right down and have some supper.
It was merely passion, she felt, for she recognised that there was a strain of grossness in him. "No," she said, "that reason was not one which had any weight with me." Hawtrey's face hardened. "Then," he said grimly, "we'll get on to the third. Wyllard's credit is a precious thing to you; sooner than anything should cast a stain on it you would beg a favour from me.
The dirt worries everybody else, and we've no use for them. By and by our Legislature will have to wake up and stop them from getting in." He went on with his dinner, but his observations left Agatha thoughtful. She was beginning to understand one side of Wyllard's character. He, it seemed, stood for practical efficiency. There was a driving force in him that made for progress and order.
"It's Harry Wyllard's money!" she commented, as she met his glance with flashing eyes. A bitter wind was blowing when Wyllard stood outside the little tent the morning after he had made a landing on the ice. He was to leeward of the straining canvas which partly sheltered him, but the raw cold struck through him to the bone, and he was stiff and sore from his exertions during the previous day.
"Wouldn't the Provincial Government of British Columbia, or your authorities at Ottawa take the matter up?" Wyllard's smile was somewhat grim. "It wouldn't be wise to give them an opportunity. For one thing, they've had enough of sealing cases, and that isn't astonishing.
The wedge coalesced, drew out again, and dropped swiftly, and the air was filled with the rush of wings; then there was a harsh crying and splashing, and she heard the troubled water lap among the reeds until deep silence closed in upon the slough again. "The migrating instinct is strangely interesting," she said. A curious look crept into Wyllard's eyes.
There were Hindus and Moslems to be kept from flying at each others' throats, and at a tactless word or sign of wavering either party would have pulled him down." "You'll have to forgive me, madam" and Wyllard's gesture was deprecatory, though his eyes twinkled. "The notion that we're the only ones who really work, or, at least, do anything worth while, is rather a favourite one out West.
They hadn't tents and dog-teams either." Wyllard's face grew anxious. He had naturally considered both courses, and had decided that they were out of the question. Seas do not freeze up solid, and that three men should transport a boat, supposing that they had one, over leagues of ice appeared impossible.
You have set him up on a pedestal, and it would hurt you if he came down. Considering everything, it's a remarkably curious situation." Agatha grew pale. Gregory was horribly right, for she had no doubt now that he had merely thrust upon her a somewhat distressing truth. It was to save Wyllard's credit, and for that alone, that she had undertaken this most unpleasant task.
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