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"Well," he suggested, "if you will call Allen Hastings in we'll get this thing fixed up." The document was duly signed, and a few minutes later Wyllard drove away. Mrs. Hastings contrived to have a few words with Hawtrey before he left the house. "I've no doubt that Harry took you into his confidence on a certain point," she remarked. "Yes," admitted Hawtrey, "he did.
Wyllard was conscious of a vast relief on hearing this, but as he was not quite sure that he could believe it, he felt that prudence was still advisable. In any case, he could not let the stranger go away until he had learned whether there were any more white men with him. He sat still, thinking rather hard for a moment or two. "You have a camp somewhere near?" he asked at length.
For the first hour the thing seems easy, as the pace is never forced, but the speed never slackens; and as the hours go by the novice, who flounders and stumbles, grows horribly weary of trying to keep up with the steady, persistent swing. Wyllard had traveled since morning along a ridge of fells when he sat down beside the water and contentedly filled his pipe.
"When they were in the thick of their troubles they hove her to not far off the beach with ice about, and a Husky came down on them in some kind of boat." "A Husky?" said Wyllard, who knew he meant an Esquimaux. "That's what Dunton called him, but I guess he must have been a Kamtchadale or a Koriak. Anyway, he brought this strip of willow, and he had Tom Lewson's watch.
As to you, it appears you do not understand Russian." Wyllard drew a little nearer, and sat down upon a boulder. Now the tension had somewhat slackened his weariness had once more become almost insupportable, and he felt that he might need his strength and senses.
In a moment or two, however, the strain slackened, and looking round he saw Charly waist-deep in the snow. The latter struggled out with difficulty holding on by the trace, but the sled had vanished, and it was with grave misgivings that Wyllard scrambled to his feet.
"No," she said slowly, "I can't denounce your folly, as they call your decision to go North. For one reason, I have no right of any kind to force my views on you." "You told Mrs. Hastings that?" It seemed an unwarranted question, but the girl admitted the truth frankly. "In one sense I did. I suggested that there was no reason why you should listen to me." Wyllard smiled again.
It was most a minute before three of them pulled me off him, and he was considerably worse to look at then." There was silence for a minute or two, and Wyllard, who felt his own face grow a trifle warm, saw the suggestive hardness in Charly's eyes. Lewson was gazing out into the darkness, but the veins were swollen on his forehead and his whole body had stiffened. Then he spread his hands out.
"Who was it came for you with two dollars in his pocket after he'd bought his ticket from Vancouver?" Wyllard smiled at him. "If you took that up the wrong way I'm sorry. She ought to work off on the port track, and when we've open water to leeward you can heave her to. When it moderates we can pick up the beach again." "That's just what I mean to do."
Wyllard, who had inspected the stores, knew that a fortnight was the very longest that could be counted on, though they ate no more than would keep a modicum of strength in them. From their kind and quality he surmised that the provisions had been intended for the officials in charge of the settlement. "How did you get them, Tom?" he asked. "The thing;" said Lewson quietly, "was simple.
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