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He was horribly weary, and now and then he set his lips as he stumbled noisily among the stones, but he pushed on beside the water while the deep hollow grew dimmer and more shadowy. After a hard tramp Wyllard felt a troublesome dizziness creeping over him, and he sat down upon a boulder with the rifle across his knees.
"You are in debt, Gregory? I thought you had, at least, kept clear of that," she said. "So I did for a while. In any case, if Wyllard stays away, and I can run this place on the right lines, I shall, no doubt, get out of it again."
It was a certain relief to the girl to see that he evidently regarded her less as a personality than as a piece of commercial machinery, of which apparently he had been asked to make use. She had found it easier to get on with men who looked upon her as merely part of the office equipment. "Mr. Hamilton is in charge of the elevator yonder," explained Wyllard, pointing to one of the huge buildings.
"Get out as quietly as you can," he said, as he slipped by Wyllard, who crept after him to the entrance. When he reached it his companion's voice rang out with a startling vehemence. "Stop right now!" he cried, and after a pause, "Nobody's going to hurt you. Walk right ahead."
That, of course, isn't an unusual thing, but there was a rather curious white mark on his left temple. If he was ever a friend of yours, that scar ought to fix it." "Oh!" cried the girl, "that must have been Lance Radcliffe. I was with him when the scar was made ever so long ago. We heard that he was dead. But you said his name was Pattinson." "I did," declared Wyllard gravely.
"You will take these, and nothing else. I may add that Smirnoff is stationed at the inlet where the schooner lies." Wyllard thanked him, and then looked him in the eyes. "There is a long journey before us, and you have only my word that I will take nothing but these things." Overweg nodded quietly. "Yes," he said, "it is, however, perhaps permissible to assure you that it is sufficient for me."
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 latter merely raised his brows a trifle.
"Then," he said, "we'll pull along the edge of it until we find an opening or something to make a lee. The sea's higher than it seemed to be from the schooner." "We've got to do it soon," Charly declared. "There's more wind not far away." Wyllard dipped his oar again, and for an hour they pulled along the edge of the ice, for there were now little frothing white tops on the seas.
As to you, it appears you do not understand Russian." Wyllard drew a little nearer, and sat down upon a boulder. Now that the tension had slackened, his weariness had once more become almost insupportable, and he felt that he might need his strength and senses.
He was commencing to feel sorry for Agatha Ismay. Next evening Wyllard sat with Mrs. Radcliffe in a big low-ceilinged room at Garside Scar, looking about him with quiet interest. He had now and then spent a day or two in huge Western hotels, but he had never seen anything quite like that room.
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