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he left her the next moment to join Margaret. Her husband trudged on under his heavy pack in front of the Clown; he spoke encouragingly to those in front and behind him--and to her. Once in a while, when they came to a halt in a difficult place, he supported her with his arm and a cheery word. She would have marvelled at his grit had she not overheard his talk to Dollard. Now and then she could see Margaret, her ankles incased in rough woollen socks showing above the tops of the Clown's brogans. Margaret followed Holcomb when it was possible, and the two often walked abreast talking low and earnestly. Twice Alice was about to call her maid. The fatigue was telling terribly on this woman accustomed to luxury. Then she remembered her husband's words: "Whatever is in store for us we must share in common." Farther on Blakeman noticed his mistress turn her white face over her shoulder and look at him appealingly. He came toward her lurching under his load. "What is it, madam?" he asked. "Oh, Blakeman, I'm so tired! Stand here with me a minute--and you--do the straps cut your shoulders?" A curious expression--one of intense surprise, followed instantly by one of tenderness and pity--crossed his countenance. Never before, in all their intercourse, had she spoken to him one word of kindness--one personal to himself. "No, madam," he answered quietly, "I'm all right, thank you." When he overtook Holcomb later on he related the incident, at which Holcomb's eyes filled. "It is the Margaret in her," Billy had said to himself. Perhaps, after all, he had misjudged her. The butler said nothing of what he had seen and heard behind the pantry door. She had confirmed his diagnosis made to Holcomb that day in the woods--"She's a fool but I don't think she's crooked." Better let well enough alone. Night began to settle. The monotonous forest of trees became indistinct; for half an hour the rain fell in sheets--ghostly white in the dusk. It became difficult now to evade the roots and holes. It grew colder, yet there was no breeze. Still the gaunt figure of the trapper ahead of them led on without pity. They followed him blindly--now stumbling in the shadows--some of these proved to be mud--others water--still others the soaked underbrush. Whatever they stumbled into now the sensation was the same. "Sam!" called Alice feebly. "Yes, dear," came his voice ahead. He fell out of line and waited for her, bent and dripping under h
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