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"Now, I'm going to buy that land Waynefleet sold from you or, rather, he's going to give you your money back for it. You can arrange the thing with Hutton who, I believe, supplied the money afterwards as best you can." Nasmyth fancied Hames was relieved that no more was expected from him. "I guess I'm in your hands," observed Hames.
"I'll charge you bank interest; but if you care to put the mortgage up for sale, you'll get your money back 'most any time after they start those roads," Acton said to Nasmyth. "Now we'll go along and call on Waynefleet." They went out with Hames, and a little while later came upon Waynefleet sitting on the veranda of a second-rate hotel.
"Now I scarcely think any of the boys would go back on us by selling out his land?" "Not one. Any way, I guess they could hardly do it without the consent of the trustees. You and I are not likely to give ours." He paused for a moment. "Well," he added, "I guess Waynefleet could be depended on." Nasmyth said nothing for almost a minute, and both recognized that the silence was significant.
"Still, I'm afraid you must not expect too much from me for a week or two." Waynefleet made no objections. There was, as a matter of fact, a great deal to be done, and Nasmyth went back to his new quarters over the stable almost too weary to hold himself upright that night.
Gordon went out of doors, and presently came upon Miss Hamilton, who was strolling bareheaded where the early sunshine streamed in among the pines. It struck him that he was not the person whom she would have been most pleased to see, but she walked with him to the crown of the promontory, where she stopped and looked up at him steadily. "Mr. Gordon," she inquired, "what is Laura Waynefleet?"
They can live on anything, and sleep more or less contentedly among dripping fern, or even in a pool of water, as, indeed, they not infrequently have to do, when they go up into the forests surveying, or undertake a road-making contract. Laura Waynefleet directed her father's attention to her convalescent guest. "This is Mr. Nasmyth," she said. "You will remember I mentioned him in my letter."
Still" and he hesitated "I can't help feeling a bit uncomfortable. You see, I have really no claim on you." Laura Waynefleet laughed. "Did you expect me to leave you out in the snow?" "If you had, I couldn't have complained. There wasn't the least obligation upon you to look after a penniless stranger."
It suggested that he had, perhaps, made too great an admission, and he wondered for the first time, with a certain uneasiness, whether Gordon had mentioned Miss Hamilton to Laura, and, if that was the case, what Miss Waynefleet thought about the subject. Laura talked to him in her old friendly fashion as they walked on towards the settlement, until Gordon broke in.
"How a man of that kind ever came to be Laura Waynefleet's father is more than I can figure out!" he said. "It's a question that worries me every time I look at him. Guess she owes everything to her mother; and Mrs. Waynefleet must have been a mighty patient woman." Nasmyth smiled, but Gordon went on reflectively: "You folks show your sense when you dump your freaks into this country," he said.
Nasmyth lay still among the wineberries, for a minute or two, and, though a cold green transparency had replaced the fires of sunset behind the tall trunks now, and the trout were splashing furiously in the pool, he forgot all about the rod beside him as he pondered over a question which had often occurred to him. "How is it that Miss Waynefleet is content to stay here?" he asked.
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