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"Then why " she began, and stopped as if a little afraid that her question was too frankly curious. It was so that Stane understood the interrupted utterance. He laughed a little, and then answered: "You need not mind asking, Miss Yardely; because the truth is that my presence in this neighbourhood is due to a mystery that is almost as insoluble as the one that brought you drifting downstream.
"But why should she do that? She can hardly know of your previous acquaintance with him." "You forget she saw him speak to me yesterday!" "Ah yes," was the girl's reply. "I had forgotten that." The notes of a bugle, clear and silvery in the still air, floated across the meadow at that moment, and Gerald Ainley laughed. "The breakfast bell! We must hurry, Miss Yardely.
Stane again gave his attention to the conversation between his friend and the Indian, but half a minute later, happening to glance at the girl, he surprised a look of intense interest on her face. She was looking towards a tepee that stood a little apart from the rest, and wondering what it was that interested her, Stane asked, "What is it, Miss Yardely?
Ainley was really anxious to avoid answering your questions, it does not seem to me so inherently improbable as you appear to think." "What convinces you of that, Miss Yardely?" "Well," she replied quickly, "you say the Indian told you that it was an order. I ask myself whose order? There were very few people at Fort Malsun to give orders. I think of them in turn. The factor?
"I cannot say, Sir James! I can only guess, and that is that Miss Yardely knew that we were making for the old Fort Winagog, and mentioned it to her rescuer who was probably journeying that way. Anyhow I went up to the Fort.
But in the night there was both wind and snow and on the morrow the woman's trail was quite obliterated and the snow on the lake made travelling impossible. Helen Yardely noted the fact without regret. "There will be no exploring party today," she said, "so I will go and look at my rabbit snares."
The dawn came less early, and nightfall perceptibly sooner. There was a new crispness in the air, and the leaves on the trees were losing their greenness and taking on every possible shade, from pale yellow to old gold, and from that to dusky red. Both Stane and Helen Yardely noticed the signs.
And if such were the case, and the maker of them was indeed a woman, what was she doing here, alone in the wilderness? Had Helen Yardely been saved by some fortunate chance, and wandering along the river bank, stumbled on the camp of some prospector or trapper making his way to the wild North? His mind clutched at this new hope, eagerly.
The Indian waved his hand northward. "Towards the Great Barrens. He took with him all our dogs." "Done!" said the policeman with a quick glance at Stane. "It is certain there are no dogs here, or we should have heard or seen them." He turned to the Indian again, whilst Stane looked at Helen. "You heard that, Miss Yardely? Our exile is not yet over." "Apparently not," agreed Helen smilingly.
He started to his feet, and took up his rifle, glancing quickly at the girl as he did so. There was a flush of excitement in her face, but the eyes that met his chilled him with their unresponsiveness. He held out his machine pistol. "You had better have this, for the present, Miss Yardely, for I believe the attack is coming. But don't use it unless I tell you."
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