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Updated: June 12, 2025
He crouched back with a sure foreboding of who it was; hence there was little surprise in the actual sight of the faded check suit enwrapping the burly figure, the broad-rimmed "Stetson," and the ragged cigar ceaselessly twisted between fat lips. He looked older, that was all; and he bore marks of illness. Nick Grylls had found them out. Garth was thankful he was alone when it happened.
'E say " Rina's voice sunk very low "'Let him help me get her, and I'll keep her, all right!" Garth frowned and clenched his fists. His gorge rose intolerably, at the thought of this precious pair contending which was to have Natalie. Rina went on: "Nick Grylls say to 'Erbe't, mustn't let her get out of the country. He say 'If she go out she divorce you." Rina pronounced the word strangely.
He had on a pearl Fedora very much over one ear, a new suit of store clothes with a mighty watch chain, and new boots, which seemed like little souls put to torment they screeched horribly whenever he moved. "I couldn't start off and leave Nick Grylls," he said deprecatingly. "He has spoke for two seats." Garth was sensible that he was hearing a great man's name.
Grylls's knees weakening under him first, down they went, Garth uppermost; and, the water seizing them, still gripped together, they were rolled over and over, and finally flung up on the stones. Stunned, bruised and breathless as he was, Garth was still able to free himself from the automatic grip of the other man's arms; but Grylls lay motionless.
"I cannot show you," she said coolly. "You must teach yourself." Grylls began to be encouraged by his own rising passion. "All I ask is a fair show," he said in a more assured voice. "Give me a chance as well as this squib of a reporter you picked up in Prince George. What can he do for you? Let me take you to the Bishop.
He was fond of children, too; and one of his amusements was to distribute handfuls of candy over the counter of his store. When any poor fellow froze to death, or went "looney" in the great solitudes, it was Nick Grylls who dug deepest in his pocket for the relief of the unfortunate family.
"Surely he has no legal right over me," she said. "Not a shadow!" Garth said. "Grylls may have believed this story Mabyn told him," she said. "Not a bit of it!" Garth said quickly. "Grylls is not so simple." He stuck the letter sharply with his forefinger. "I'm a newspaper reporter," he went on dryly, "you can believe me, this is a perfect, a beautiful, a monumental bluff!
Garth swung around, and took in the situation at a glance; Grylls and Albert were grinning in the background. There was a crack as his fist met the half-breed's jaw; and Xavier rolled in the dust. In falling the pail capsized, emptying its contents on the cherished trousers.
"Oh, my God!" cried Garth. He picked up his rifle, and ran like a madman from the cabin. Garth had no conscious design in running; his muscles merely reacted in obedience to the grinding tumult in his brain. His eardrums rang with the fancied sound of Natalie's cries; and his eyeballs were seared with the picture of her shrinking in the brutal hands of Grylls.
"You wouldn't want me to simulate friendship for the purpose of using you?" said Natalie. "Yes, I would," he sullenly returned. "I'd take your good will on any terms." The difficulties of her position, it seemed to her, were increasing at a frightful ratio. The fact that Garth might at any moment come face to face with Grylls only added to her fears.
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