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From this point Pierre marked off accurately the direction Bram had taken the morning after the hunt, and Philip drew the point of his compass to the now invisible trail. Almost instantly he drew his conclusion. "Bram is keeping to the scrub timber along the edge of the Barren," he said to Pierre. "That is where I shall follow. You might add that much to what I have written to MacVeigh.
From the opposite side a white face stared at him, and with one hand resting on the heavily laden sledge, and his revolver at level with his waist, MacVeigh stared back in speechless astonishment. For the great, dark, frightened eyes that looked across at him, and the white, staring face he recognized as the eyes and the face of a woman.
He had thrown his pack outside the tent to make more room, and he quickly slipped a spare blanket in with his provisions. Then he entered the other tent, and a flush spread over his face, and he felt his blood grow warmer. "You may be a fool, Billy MacVeigh," he laughed, softly. "You may be a fool, but we're going to do it!"
Having ascertained that Dalton would be over at once, the nurse was called, and Madge was made ready. It was a rather high-handed proceeding, and both Mrs. Flippin and the nurse stood aghast. The nurse protested. "You really ought not, Miss MacVeigh." "I love to do things that I ought not to do." "But you'll tire yourself." "If you were my Mary," said Mrs.
Her only evidence that she had heard and understood was the low moan that fell from her lips. She covered her face with her hands and stood for a moment an arm's length away, and in that moment all the force of his great love for her swept upon MacVeigh in an overwhelming flood. He opened his arms, longing to gather her into them and comfort her as he would have comforted a little child.
But with this there was the other and more fearful sound, a shrieking and yelping as if half-human creatures were being torn by the fangs of beasts. As Pelliter and MacVeigh stood waiting for something to appear out of the gray-and-black mystery of the night they heard a sound that was like the slow tolling of a thing that was half bell and half drum. "It's not wolves," shouted Billy.
If they had heard of his trouble with Quade, he was certain they would have spoken of it, or at least would have betrayed some sign. For several minutes he stopped to talk with MacVeigh, a young Scotch surveyor. MacVeigh hated Quade, but he made no mention of him. Purposely he passed Quade's tent and walked to the end of the street, nodding and looking closely at those whom he knew.
Flippin had not baked the cakes to-day, nor was she in the gallery, for her daughter, Mary, was among the guests on the ballroom floor, and her mother's own good sense had kept her at home. "I shall look after Miss MacVeigh," she had said. "I want Truxton to bring you over and show you in your pretty new dress." When they came, Madge, who was sitting up, insisted that she, too, must see Mary.
"She will die if you do not stay and care for her. You shall not run away!" "It is the plague," said Pierre. "It is death to remain!" "You shall stay!" said MacVeigh, still speaking to Pierre's wife. "You are the one woman the only woman within a hundred miles. She will die without you. You shall stay if I have to tie you!"
Far behind them there rose the yapping and howling of dogs. "They're after us with the dogs!" groaned Pelliter. "I can't ride. I've got to run and fight!" "You get on the sledge, or I'll stave your head in!" commanded MacVeigh. "Face the enemy, Pelly, and give 'em hell. You've got three rifles there. You can do the shooting while I hustle on the dogs.
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