n in a strange land, I will weep and pray for you;
for I was mother to you too, when yours left you alone bewhiles, never,
in this world, to come back.'

"And, Marmion, that night towards morning, as I lay in the same room
with Edward, I heard his breath stop sharply. I jumped up and drew aside
the curtains to let in the light, and then I knew that the old woman
spoke true.... And now!... Well, I am like Hamlet--and I can say with
him: 'But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart--but
it is no matter!"'....

I tried to laugh and talk away his brooding, but there was little
use, his convictions were so strong. Besides, what can you do with a
morbidness which has its origin in fateful circumstances?

I devoutly wished that a telegram would come from Winnipeg to let me
know if Boyd Madras, under his new name, could be found. I was a hunter
on a faint trail.

CHAPTER XVIII. THE STRINGS OF DESTINY

When Phil's pal left us he went wandering down the hillside, talking
to himself. Long afterwards he told me how he felt, and I reproduce his
phrases as nearly as I can.

"Knocked 'em, I guess," he said, "with that about Jo Brackenbury....
Poor Jo! Stuck together, him and me did, after she got the steel in her
heart."... He pulled himself together, shuddering.... "Went back on me,
she did, and took up with a cursed swell, and got it cold--cold. And I?
By Judas! I never was shut of that. I've known women, many of 'em, all
countries, but she was different. I expect now, after all these years,
that if I got my hand on the devil that done for her, I'd rattle
his breath in his throat. There's things that clings. She clings, Jo
Brackenbury clings, and Phil Boldrick clings; and they're gone, and I'm
left to go it alone. To play the single hand--what!--by Jiminy!"

He exclaimed thus on seeing two women approach from the direction of
the valley. He stood still, mouth open, staring. They drew near, almost
passed him. But one of them, struck by his intense gaze, suddenly turned
and came towards him.

"Miss Falchion! Miss Falchion!" he cried. Then, when she hesitated as if
with an effort of memory, he added: "Don't you know me?"

"Ah," she replied abruptly, "Sam Kilby! Are you Sam Kilby, Jo
Brackenbury's friend, from Samoa?"

"Yes, miss, I'm Jo Brackenbury's friend; and I've rowed you across the
reefs with him more than once I guess so! But it's a long way from Apia
to the Rockies, and it's funny to meet here