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"No," he answered with an attempt at laughter, "but the rest is not for publication." There was a little tremor in his voice as he spoke which Helen Yardely did not fail to notice. For a moment she stood there undecided.
"I wonder I never thought of it myself," he answered with a smile. "It is a very healing ungent. Apply to your heart's content, Miss Yardely." Deftly, with gentle fingers, the girl applied the balsam and then bound the wound with a strip of linen torn from a handkerchief. When the operation was finished, still kneeling beside him, she leaned back on her heels to survey the result.
At a run he covered the space between him and the camp, and as he looked round and saw that most of the stores reposed where he had placed them the previous night, relief surged in his heart. "Thank heaven!" "Mr. Stane, what is the matter? You look as if something had startled you." He swung round instantly. Helen Yardely was standing at the tent door with a smile on her face.
Stane sat there with a very thoughtful look upon his face; and after a moment Miss Yardely spoke again. "What do you think, Mr. Stane?" He shook his head. "I do not know what to think, Miss Yardely," he said slowly, "but it looks as if the thing had been done deliberately." "You mean that some one tried to kill me?" "No, not that," was the reply.
He puffed meditatively at his pipe and made a calculation, then he said rather enigmatically, "You may yet have the chance, Miss Yardely, if you remain to look after me." "I certainly shall remain," was the uncompromising reply. "But what do you mean, Mr. Stane?"
When I got you to the ground, I went through your pack and found the brandy which I saw you place there this morning. The rest you know." Stane looked at her with eyes that glowed with admiration. "You make it a little thing," he said gratefully, "but I know what it means. You have saved my life, Miss Yardely." The girl flushed crimson, and then laughed a little to hide her embarrassment.
I followed a shorter route and I was at his camp waiting for him when he showed up. I saw Miss Yardely on the sledge, and as for the moment we were three against three, I felt that it was not an occasion when chances should be taken, so we fired from the bushes on the three kidnappers and shot them down.
And an hour later, in the bustle of the departure, the whole matter was brushed aside by Helen Yardely, though now and again through the day, it recurred to her mind as a rather unpleasant episode; and she found herself wondering how so fine a man as Stane could stoop to the folly of which many men in the North were guilty.
He took the coffee as she handed it to him in an enamelled mug, then he said: "How did you come to be adrift, Miss Yardely?" As he asked the question a thoughtful look came on the girl's beautiful face. "I was making a little trip by myself," she said slowly, "to see a beaver dam in a creek a little below our encampment, and some one shot at me!" "Shot at you!"
"I find your argument convincing," answered Stane, grimly. Then he lapsed into thoughtful silence, whilst the girl watched him, wondering what was in his mind. Presently she knew, for most unexpectedly the young man gave vent to a short laugh. "What a fool the man is!" he declared. "He must know that we shall meet again some time!... But, Miss Yardely, I am keeping you from your rest!
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