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"Don't you see that long mark, lighter in color, which runs down the side of that mountain over there, a mile or two away, and up above us?" "Yes, I can see that; but what is it?" "Well, that's a sheep trail, a path," said Alex. "That's a trail they make coming down regularly from the high country beyond.
Alex Davidson tried to get the talk going again, but discussion seemed to lag. And then, just when Don, in his disgust, was ready to adjourn, the door opened and Barbara came into the room. She had glasses and cake, and a pitcher of lemonade. Soon a filled glass was in front of each scout. "How is that for a good turn?" she smiled. "Why so many sober faces? What's the matter with you, Tim?"
Everything is soaking wet." The superintendent strode up and down helplessly. "And of course it had to happen after the Riverside Park station had closed for the season," he said bitterly. "If we had had an operator there we " The interruption was a cry from Alex. "I've something! Oil!" He dashed for the tower wire. "What? What's that?" cried the superintendent, running after.
Wildly Alex turned toward the telegraph-key. But the man leaned quickly forward, seized him by the shoulder, and threw him heavily back into the chair. "You move again and I'll shoot!" he said sharply, and Alex sank back helpless. Yes; hold-up men. And he had betrayed his trust. Betrayed his trust! That thought stood out even above his terror. Oh, if he had only kept a lookout!
Alex replied, using his thumb as he had seen the soldier do; and the animated exchange of signals which followed continued until a whistle from the engine announced a stop, and the soldier wagged, "We get off here. Good-by." "Glad to have met you," he said, smiling, as he and his companion passed them. "Glad to have met you," responded the boys heartily. "And to have got onto the signalling.
He had in some way managed a clean shave, and now his long, black hair was bound back with a gaudy handkerchief, his old shirt replaced by a new and bright one, and his old moccasins discarded for a pair of new and brilliantly beaded ones, so that in all he made a brave figure of a voyageur indeed. Alex also in a quiet way had followed the lead of Moise.
"It would end in my playing third fiddle, and you must know this place is Norah's Ark; I am chief manager." She went off gayly, pausing at the door to ask, "You do not mind my speaking to Alex to-night, Marion?" What happened in the course of her search for Alex, we have already seen. The two in the shop were left undisturbed.
"Sir Alexander's boat was twenty-five or thirty feet long, all made out of birch-bark," said Rob. "Ours aren't much over sixteen feet." "They had eight or ten men in their boats," began John, "and the most we'll have in either of ours will be three that is, if you count Jess as a full-sized man!" "Yes," said Alex, "and they had a number of packs, each weighing ninety pounds.
"I learned at the Business College," answered Miss Martin; and looking Alex up and down she added, "but you do not have to do it, do you? I am glad I can support myself, but there are other ways, like this, only I never dreamed of it before. In a business office generally you are just part of a machine." Discovering that Miss Wilbur, too, was listening, she came to an embarrassed pause.
Then she'll been ten mile, eight mile, to some place below the mountain. All the tam she'll say best way is to go by horse, on the north side of the river, on the police trail from Fort St. John, s'pose we'll could find that trail, an' s'pose we'll had some horse." "What do you say, Mr. Rob?" asked Alex. "We ought to get our boats down. Shall we haul out at the west end, or try for Hudson's Hope?"
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