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As he hobbled through the open door, Stane looked round, and under the bunk discovered a number of steel-traps which the girl on her first visit had overlooked. Also on a peg in a dark corner he found a set of dogs' harness hung just as the owner had left it, probably months before. He pointed the traps out to the girl. "As I guessed, it is a trapper's cabin, Miss Yardely.
He joined her about a score of paces from the tents and smilingly doffed his cap. "Good morning, Miss Yardely. You are astir early." Helen Yardely laughed lightly. "It is impossible to do anything else in this country, where it is daylight all the time, and birds are crying half the night. Besides we are to make a start after breakfast." "Yes, I know; I'm going with you."
As she did so, she laughed with sudden relief and gladness, and hurried back to the camp to light the fire and prepare breakfast. Sir James Yardely sat in the shelter of his tent looking anxiously at Gerald Ainley. "Then you have not found my niece, Ainley?" "No, Sir James! But I have news of her, and I am assured she is alive." "Tell me what gives you that assurance."
He did not wait for any reply, but walked to the little fly-tent, and three or four minutes later emerged, puffing a pipe. He waved towards the tent, and turning away began to walk rapidly up river. Helen Yardely sat where she was for a moment looking after him. There was a very thoughtful expression on her face. "The whole story!" she murmured as she rose to her feet. "I wonder?
The various members of the party were employing their leisure according to their inclinations, and Ainley had gone after birds for the pot, whilst Helen Yardely, taking a small canoe, had paddled down stream to explore a creek where, according to one of the Indians, a colony of beavers had established itself.
"As close in the corner as you can get, Miss Yardely; then there will be no danger except from a ricochet." Helen obeyed him. The excitement of the moment banished her resentment, and as she watched him standing there, cool and imperturbable as he waited events, a frank admiration stirred within her. Whatever his sins, he was a man! Then came a new form of attack.
But Helen Yardely was not so easily to be turned aside. Whilst he had been speaking a thought had occurred to her, and now took the form of a question. "I suppose that the other night when you were waiting for Mr. Ainley, it was on this particular matter that you wished to see him?" "What makes you think that?" Stane asked quickly. Helen Yardely smiled. "It is not difficult to guess.
You told me last night that you wished to question him on a matter that was important to you. And this matter Well! it needs no argument." "It might be something else, Miss Yardely," was the evasive reply. "Yes, it might be," answered the girl, "but I do not think it is."
There was a high colour in her face and she was laughing a little nervously as she looked at the astonished face of the sick man who had been her rescuer and was now her patient. "Miss Yardely," cried Stane, "do you really mean what you say?" "Of course I do," replied the girl lightly. "And Gerald Ainley with another man camped within two miles of here two nights ago?"
"You say you were waiting for a man when you were seized, Mr. Stane; tell me, was the man Gerald Ainley?" The young man was a little startled by her question, as his manner showed; but he answered frankly: "Yes! But how did you guess that?" Helen Yardely smiled. "Oh, that was quite easy.
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