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There was a nasty sea running then, and it blew viciously hard next day. There were three men in the other." "Ah," said Agatha, "they were drowned?" Wyllard made a little forceful gesture. "I'm not quite sure. That's the trouble. At least, the boat was nowhere on the beach next day, and it's difficult to see how they could have faced the sea that piled up when the gale came down.
They received him graciously, but there was an indefinite something in their manner and bearing which Wyllard, who had read a great deal, recognized, though he had never been brought into actual contact with it until then. He felt that he could not have expected to come across such people anywhere but in England, unless it was at the headquarters of a British battalion in India.
The snow had ceased, but the drifts which stretched across their path were plentiful, and they were in the midst of one when it seemed to Wyllard who was leading that they were sinking much deeper than usual. The snow was over the top of his long boots, the sled seemed very heavy, and he could hear his comrades floundering savagely.
He had, however, left it shortly before my correspondent learned that he had been employed there, and all the latter could tell me was that an unknown prospector had nursed him until he died." Wyllard, who said nothing, took out a watch and the clasp of a workman's belt from his pocket, and laid them gently on Mrs. Radcliffe's knee. He saw her eyes fill, and turned his head away.
They ran her out for an hour or two and then, though the peak of the mainsail burst to tatters as they hauled her on a wind, let her stretch away northwards following the trend of coast. "We'll stand on as she's lying until we find a creek or river mouth. We must have water," Wyllard said.
It was still blowing moderately and by the heave of the vessel and the wash of water outside he could guess how fast she was traveling. For a moment or two there was an oppressive silence in the little cabin. Then Wyllard spoke again. "You have been running to the eastwards since I was struck down?" he asked. Dampier nodded. "Three days," he confessed. "Just now the breeze is on her quarter."
"Oh, yes," agreed Hawtrey. "Anybody would admit that. Still, since you seem so sure of it, why don't you marry her yourself?" Wyllard looked at his comrade curiously. "Well," he said, "there are several reasons that don't affect Miss Sally and only concern myself. Besides, it's highly improbable that she'd have me." Before he looked up again he paused to light his pipe, which had gone out.
One of the two doors which led from the foot of the branching companion stairway into either side of the saloon stood open, and presently she saw Wyllard standing just outside it. He beckoned to the doctor, who sat at the foot of her table, and the physician merely raised his brows a trifle.
I was in Victoria when we heard that the Russians had seized her." Wyllard turned to Overweg, who nodded when he asked a question in French. "Yes," he said, "I believe the vessel lies in the inlet still. They have used her now and then. It is understood that they were warranted in seizing her, but I think there was some diplomatic pressure brought to bear on them, for they sent her crew home."
He could learn any game by just watching it a while. He did all he undertook brilliantly." It occurred to Wyllard that Gregory had, at least, made no great success of farming; but that occupation, as practiced on the prairie, demands a great deal more than quickness and what some call brilliancy from the man who undertakes it.
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