, and the tall, strong figure at his side, walking erect, with firm
square shoulders, dwarfed his conceit till he felt himself morally and
physically a pigmy.
Their conversation drifted to dangerous ground.
'Have you found nothing to help poor Frank?' she asked.
'Nothing,' he said sharply and suspiciously.
'I am sorry. Oh! how I wish I could aid you!'
'There's one man that might do that, but he won't.'
'One man? One? You said that strangely. One man? Who would be so brutal?'
His silence stung her. She turned sharply.
'Oh, you don't mean--surely, surely you don't mean father?'
Again he did not answer.
'It is not right,' she cried out. 'You can have no reason to think that.
You say it to hurt me.'
'I didn't say it.'
'You meant it--you mean it still.'
She quickened her pace and they exchanged no more words until the walk
was ended, then she gave him her hand over the gate.
'Good-night,' she said. 'You were more generous as a boy, Harry.'
He took her hand. It was ungloved, and felt small and tender in his hard
palm. The touch awoke a sudden passion in him. Both of his hands held
hers, his head bent over it, and he blurted something in apology. 'Don't
mind me! I didn't mean it! Please, please--' He did not know what he was
saying, and the words were too low and confused to reach her ears; but
she went up the garden path with an elate bird in her heart singing such
a song of gladness that the world was filled with its music, and the girl
knew its meaning and yet wondered at it.
Harry stood nervously gripping the pickets of the gate and gazed after
her, and continued gazing for many minutes when she had gone. Then he
swung off into the bush, walking rapidly, and was glad in a stern
rebellious way--glad in spite of his mission, in spite of his brother, in
spite of and defiance of every thing.
CHAPTER XIII.
MEANWHILE matters of interest were progressing below at the Mount of Gold
mine. The juvenile shareholders of the Company had done a fair amount of
work in the soft reef of the new drive at odd times during the last
fortnight; and the drive, which diminished in circumference as it
progressed, and threatened presently to terminate in a sharp point, had
been driven in quite fifteen feet. But to-night the young prospectors
were not interested in mining operations. On top Dick Haddon's big
billy-goat was feeding greedily on the lush herbage of the Gaol Quarry;
below, Dick and his boon comp
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