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"Something seemed to tell me that you would come for us when you could." Wyllard's face flushed, but he made no answer, and it was Charly who asked the next question: "The others are dead?" Lewson made an 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.
He sat down among the stones with an expressionless face, and Charly decided that it was Wyllard's part to try to pick up the trail. "You could beat me every time at trailing or shooting when we went ashore on the American side, and I'm not sorry to let it go at that now," he said. Wyllard smiled very grimly, "And I've carried this rifle a week on top of my other load.
"She had three or four planks on one side ripped out of her." Wyllard's faint grimace implied that this did not matter, and Dampier braced himself for the question he dreaded. He had to face it another moment. "How's she heading?" "A little south of east." Wyllard's face hardened.
Somewhat to Wyllard's astonishment, his kinsman bequeathed him a considerable property, most of the proceeds of which he sank in acres of virgin prairie. Willow Range was now one of the largest farms between Winnipeg and the Rockies. "The leg's getting along satisfactorily?" Wyllard inquired at length. Hawtrey, who appeared unusually thoughtful, admitted that it was.
Though she did not answer directly, he saw the shame in the girl's face, and remembered that he was one of Wyllard's trustees. "I must raise that money now and I don't know where to get more than five hundred dollars from. I might manage that," she said. "Well," answered Hastings, "you want me to lead you then, and I'm not sure that I can.
Forward, a white man and two Siwash were standing about the windlass, and when the bows went up a dreary stretch of slate-gray sea opened beyond them, beneath the dripping jibs. The Selache was carrying sail, and lurching over the steep swell at some four knots an hour. Dampier stopped near the wheel, and glanced at Wyllard's oilskins. "You'll have to take them off.
This was why he had just given the latter a further draft on Wyllard's bank, with instructions to sell wheat down on a considerably more extensive scale. He meant to operate in earnest now, which was exactly what the broker had anticipated, but in this case he had decided to let Hawtrey operate alone.
Hastings smiled as he laid down the paper. "No," he said, "that signal's Wyllard's private code. Agatha, won't you reach me down my map of the Pacific? It's just behind you." Then he looked round, and noticed the significant smile in his wife's eyes, for the girl had already turned towards the shelf where he kept the lately purchased map.
Already Wyllard's memory had become etherealized, and she treasured it as a very fine and precious thing. Still, though he now wore immortal laurels, that would not content her when all her human nature cried out for his bodily presence. She wanted him, as she had grown to love him, in the warm, erring flesh, and the vague, splendid vision was cold and remote.
She had no hesitation about accepting Wyllard's aid, and, while he waded through the river, she stepped lightly from stone to stone until she came to a wide gap, where the stream was deep. She stopped a moment, gazing at the foaming water, until the man's hand tightened on her fingers, and she felt his other hand rest upon her waist. "Now," he assured her, "I won't let you fall."
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