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Suddenly he saw the bloated face not thirty yards away. Grylls had partly stepped from behind a tree and was deliberately taking aim. Garth sprang to his knees. The two guns spoke at once. Grylls pitched headfirst down the steep slope into view; and rolled down the bare rocks into the tiny stream. "I've got him!" shouted Garth triumphantly. Even as he spoke he toppled over sideways.
"She ver' quiet. She mak' no cry. By the fire I see her face. It is the face of a dead woman." A groan was forced between Garth's clenched teeth. "Did they hurt her?" he demanded, waiting for the answer like a condemned man waits for the final stroke. But Rina shook her head. "Nick Grylls, him tak' off his hat, polite," she said. "'Erbe't not say anyt'ing to her." He breathed again.
"What is it?" they heard Grylls shout below. A sentence in Cree explained. "Watch the raft!" he shouted. "I'll bring her back!" They heard him run heavily toward them. Hastily unslinging his gun, Garth sent a shot at random through the darkness. They heard the bullet spring off a stone. The steps ceased. "By God! he's up there!" cried Grylls thickly. "Come back, Mabyn!
"Paul's an old-timer all right," said Grylls carelessly. He was becoming bored with the trend the conversation was taking. "One of the first eight who broke ground in Prince George," said the old man proudly. "Yonder's the first two-story house in the country. I built it.
"Where did you drop from?" Grylls guffawed with an overdone assumption of a man at his ease. "Oh, I got a sudden call up to the Settlement," he said, in a tone meant to reach Garth's ears. "Got a big deal on to sell out my posts on the Spirit. I overtook you folks last night; and sent my canoe back. Thought I might as well save money. Have a cigar?" "Thanks," said Charley.
As he refreshed himself, and allowed his horse to drink, he reflected that Grylls would have reached this stream the day before about the time the snow commenced; and that it was likely the outfit had camped on its bank until the storm passed. He determined to search up and down before pushing ahead.
They had laid in only two weeks' provisions at the Landing; the trails seemed to be narrowing both before and behind; and the North closing in. Moreover, he suspected Nick Grylls was not the man to stoop to mere mischief-making; and he wondered apprehensively what next move he contemplated. Looking at his charming Natalie, he could conceive of a man stooping to any villainy to possess her.
Nick Grylls and Hooliam were together somewhere forward of the mast; in the darkness Garth could not place them. Garth's rifle lay across his knees he would have given it, with much to boot, for the quicker and handier revolver. He was painfully aware that nothing would suit Nick Grylls's purpose so well as to knock him swiftly on the head, and heave his body overboard.
This, then, was the meat of his amazed grievance; that he, the great man, the patron, should, here in his own country, be coolly ignored by a mere boy and girl. There was good in Nick Grylls; and Garth travelling alone would have got along very well with him, and worked him for copy; but having Natalie to look after, he instinctively put himself on his guard against the triumphant Silenus.
Grylls would put it, to their native element." "You don't tell me that the Vicar is here, too?" I asked, prepared at this time to be surprised at nothing. "He is not, lad, though I pleaded with him very earnestly to come, being, as you may guess, put to my wits' end by your father's message." "But how, then, have you managed?" "Pretty well, Prosper pretty well. But come and see for yourself.
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