on the day after prescott’s avowal, muriel found gertrude alone and sat down opposite her.

“don’t you think you ought to insist on your father’s going home?” she asked. “the strain is wearing him out; he may lose his reason if he stays.”

gertrude looked up sharply. there was no sympathy in the girl’s tone and her eyes were hard. muriel might have forgiven a wrong done to herself, but she was merciless about an injury to one she loved.

“ah!” exclaimed gertrude. “you wish to get rid of us?”

“no; my suggestion was really generous, because i would much rather you both remained and saw mr. prescott proved innocent.”

not knowing what had prompted her rival, gertrude gave her jealous anger rein.

“i’m afraid we couldn’t wait. even my father’s patience would hardly hold out.”

“it wouldn’t be long tried; but in a way you’re right. it’s dangerous for him to stay here, and you’re responsible for his condition.”

“i’m responsible?” cried gertrude with a start.

“of course! you knew mr. prescott went away to look for your brother and you kept it secret; when he saved your father from freezing, he almost convinced him that he had nothing to do with cyril’s disappearance. 333 you must have known how it would have eased his mind to get rid of his dreadful suspicions, but you worked upon him and brought them back.”

gertrude sank down in her chair with a shiver. a denial would serve no purpose and she was conscious of her guilt.

“could you expect me to be indifferent to the loss of my brother?”

“you knew you had not lost him. you believed what mr. prescott told you, until we came.” muriel flushed and hesitated, for this was as far as she would go. even in her anger, she would not taunt her beaten rival with defeat. “now,” she continued, “you must see what you have done. you have made your father suffer terribly; i think you have weakened his mind, and, if i hadn’t turned the pistol, you would have made him kill an innocent man. he seems too dazed and shaken to realize what he meant to do, but the thing was horrible.”

gertrude sat silent for a few moments, her face drawn and colorless. then she looked up.

“i couldn’t see what it would lead to. do the others know what you have told me? does mr. prescott?”

she looked crushed and defenseless and muriel’s resentment softened.

“no,” she said. “nobody knows, and mr. prescott will never suspect; he’s not the man to think hard things of a woman. but i’m going to insist on your taking your father away.”

“but how can i?” cried gertrude. “you know how determined he is!”

“you have influenced him already; you must do so again. you will regret it all your life if you let him stay.” 334

“well,” gertrude promised desperately, “i will try.” then a thought struck her and her expression grew gentler. “muriel, have you realized that if we leave here soon, the colstons will accompany us and you will have to go with them?”

“no,” muriel replied with a resolute smile; “i will stay.”

gertrude turned her head and there was silence for a while. then she said with an effort:

“i can’t ask your forgiveness; it would be too much, and i’m not sure that i wish to have it. but i feel that you are generous.”

“take your father home,” muriel responded, and getting up went quietly out.

during the next fortnight, gertrude exerted all her powers of persuasion, without much success. jernyngham was apathetic, moody, and morose, and his companions found the days pass heavily. then one evening prescott drove over with the excuse of a message for leslie, and muriel, putting on her furs, slipped out to speak to him before he left. they stood near the barn, talking softly, until there was a pause and muriel looked out across the prairie. it was a clear, cold evening; a dull red glow blazed above the great plain’s rim, and the bluffs stood out in wavy masses with sharp distinctness. the snow had lost its glitter and was fading into soft blues and grays.

the darker line of the trail caught the girl’s eye and, following it, she noticed a horseman riding toward the homestead.

“nobody has been here for a while,” she said. “i wonder who it can be?”

prescott’s team, which had been growing impatient of 335 the cold, began to move, and he was occupied for the next minute in quieting them. then he looked around, started violently, and stood very still, his eyes fixed on the approaching man.

“jernyngham, by all that’s wonderful!” he gasped, and sent a shout ringing across the snow: “cyril!”

the man waved his hand, and prescott, turning at a sound, saw muriel lean weakly against the side of the sleigh. the color had faded from her face, but her eyes were shining.

“o jack!” she said breathlessly. “now everything will be put straight!”

prescott realized from the greatness of her relief what she had borne on his account; but there was something that must be done and he ran to the stable, where leslie was at work.

“get into my sleigh, and drive to harper’s as hard as you can!” he said. “curtis was there when i passed; bring him here at once!”

leslie came out with him and understood when he saw the newcomer. jumping into the vehicle, he drove off, while prescott ran to meet cyril, who dismounted and heartily shook hands with him.

“it’s good to see you, jack,” he said, and indicated the galloping team. “the sensation i seem to make shows no signs of lessening.”

“haven’t you heard!” prescott exclaimed. “don’t you understand?”

“not much,” cyril replied with a careless laugh. “when i got off the train at the settlement, everybody stared at me, and there were anxious inquiries as to where i’d been. i promised to tell them about it another time, and at the livery-stable kevan said something about 336 my being killed. i told him it didn’t look like it; and as the boys seemed determined on hearing my adventures; i rode off smartly. when i reached your place, svendsen looked scared, and all i could get out of him was that you were here.”

prescott made a gesture of comprehension. it was typical of cyril that he had not taken the trouble to find out the cause of the excitement his appearance had aroused.

“who is the lady?” cyril asked.

“miss hurst. you had, perhaps, better know that she has promised to marry me.”

cyril looked at him in frank astonishment, and then laughed.

“i suppose my surprise isn’t complimentary, but i wasn’t prepared for your news. jack, you’re rather wonderful, but you have my best wishes, and you can tell me what brought miss hurst back by and by. no doubt she expects me to speak to her.”

“thanks,” said prescott dryly. “whatever my capabilities of making a sensation are, they’re a long way behind yours.”

they walked toward the girl and prescott led up his companion.

“muriel,” he said, “cyril jernyngham wishes to be presented to you.”

she gave him her hand, and he realized that she was studying him carefully.

“i’m glad we have met,” she said. “i have heard a good deal about you.”

cyril bowed with a mischievous smile.

“nothing very much to my credit, i’m afraid. as an old friend of jack’s, it’s my privilege to wish you every 337 happiness and assure you that you have got a much better man than the one you at first took him for.”

muriel colored.

“jack stands on his own merits.”

then she turned to prescott.

“does he know? have you told him?”

“not yet. i’ve news for you, cyril. your father and sister are here.”

“what brought them?” there was astonishment in cyril’s face, but he looked more disturbed than pleased.

“they thought you dead,” muriel told him.

“then i’m sorry if they’ve been anxious, but i can’t understand the grounds for it. in fact, everybody i’ve met seems to have gone crazy, except you and jack.”

“we knew the truth,” said muriel. “there are a number of explanations you will have to make, but you had better go in.”

the next moment the door opened and gertrude appeared, as if in search of muriel. she saw the group and broke into a startled cry.

“cyril!”

he ran toward her and prescott suggested that it might be advisable for him to retire, but muriel would not agree.

“give them a few minutes, jack, and then we’ll go in together; you are one of us now and must be acknowledged. besides, you have a right to hear what cyril has to say.”

they walked briskly up the trail and when they turned to come back muriel glanced at prescott with a smile.

“jack dear, i like him, but he said something that was true. i should never have fallen in love with the real cyril jernyngham.”

they found the others in the large sitting-room. 338 cyril was talking gaily, though prescott concluded from one remark that he had not yet given a full account of his adventures. jernyngham sat rather limply in an easy-chair, as if the relief of finding his son safe had shaken him, but his eyes were less troubled and his manner calmer. he rose when he saw prescott.

“mr. prescott,” he said, “i must own before these others, who have heard me speak hardly of you, that i have done you a grievous wrong. i have no excuse to urge in asking you to forgive it. there is nothing that now seems to mitigate my folly.”

“all you thought and did was very natural, sir,” prescott answered quietly. “i tried not to blame you and i feel no resentment.”

“what’s this?” cyril glanced up sharply, and as he noticed the guilty faces of the others and gertrude’s strained expression, the truth dawned on him.

“oh!” he cried, “it’s preposterous! you all suspected my best friend!”

“if it’s any consolation, we’re very much ashamed of it,” colston replied. “and there was one exception; muriel never shared our views.”

cyril still looked disturbed.

“its obvious that i’ve given everybody a good deal of trouble, but i feel that you deserved it for your foolishness. may i ask on what grounds you suspected jack?”

seeing that none of them was ready to answer, prescott interposed.

“perhaps i had better explain; i think you ought to know.”

he related the events that had followed his friend’s disappearance, and when he had finished, cyril turned to the others. 339

“after all, you were not so much to blame as i thought at first—you don’t know jack as i do, and things undoubtedly looked bad. now i’ll give you an account of my adventures and clear up the mystery.”

“not yet,” said prescott with a smile. “you don’t seem to realize that instead of excusing people for suspicions they could hardly avoid, you’re expected to make some defense for the carelessness that gave rise to them. anyway, curtis is entitled to an explanation, and as i sent him word, he should be here soon.”

“you did right,” jernyngham broke in with a trace of asperity. “it’s proper that the blundering fellow who misled us all should have his stupidity impressed on him!”

they waited, talking about indifferent matters, until curtis arrived. at cyril’s request he made a rough diagram of the tracks he had discovered in the neighborhood of the muskeg and stated his theory of what had happened there.

“a clever piece of reasoning,” cyril remarked. “there’s scarcely a flaw in it, as you’ll see by my account of the affair. after saying good-by to prescott on the night i left the settlement, i went on until i was near the muskeg and had dismounted to camp when a stranger rode up. we sat talking for a while and i foolishly told him i meant to buy some horses and apply for a railroad haulage contract, from which he no doubt concluded i was carrying some money. soon afterward, he went off to hobble his horse, and i suppose he must have crept up behind me and knocked me out with the handle of his quirt, for i fell over with a stupefying pain in my head. this was the last thing i was clearly conscious of until the next morning, when i found myself 340 lying close to the water, but at some distance from where i met the man. my hat had gone and my head was cut; my horse had disappeared, and i afterward discovered i had been robbed.”

cyril paused and glanced at curtis.

“there’s a point to be accounted for—how i reached the spot where i was lying, and this is my suggestion: the fellow thought he had killed me and in alarm determined to throw me into the muskeg. as i had a hazy recollection of being roughly lifted, i imagine he laid me across his saddle and after a while i must have moved or groaned. then, having no doubt only meant to stun me, he left me on the ground. all this fits in with your theory.”

“what was the man like?” curtis asked.

cyril described him, explaining that there was a good moon; and the corporal nodded, as if satisfied.

“then i’m glad to say that, as i half expected, we have got the fellow; corralled him for horse-stealing a while ago, and he’ll be charged with robbing you in due time. but go on.”

“i felt horribly thirsty, and crawling to the edge of the sloo, tumbled in. there was more slime than water, but i could see a cleaner pool some way out, and being up to my knees already, i tried to reach it. it was hardly fit to drink, but i felt better and clearer-headed after swallowing some; and then i noticed thick grass in front of me. this implied that the swamp was shallower there and i made for the other bank, instead of going back. the grass and reeds that i disturbed would soon straighten, which accounts for your losing my tracks. you wouldn’t have expected me to wade across the muskeg?” 341

“no,” admitted curtis; “i didn’t.”

“why did you not return to sebastian after being robbed of your horse and money?” jernyngham asked.

“ah!” said cyril with some constraint in his manner, “that’s more difficult to explain. to some extent it was a matter of temperament. i had left the settlement after a painful and rather humiliating discovery; you can understand that i was anxious to avoid my neighbors. then i’d been knocked out and robbed by the first rascal i fell in with. i hadn’t the courage to crawl back in my battered state and face the boys’ amusement; and there was something that appealed to me in the thought of cutting loose and going on without a dollar, to see what i could do.” he smiled at his father and sister. “you know i had always rather eccentric ideas.”

then he recounted his adventures along the railroad under the name of kermode, until prescott interrupted him.

“i followed you to the abandoned claim in the mountains, where i had to give it up. how did you make out after you struck south with the prospector crank?”

“that was the most interesting part of the trip, but i could hardly describe it. we crawled up icy rocks, found a river we could travel on here and there, scrambled through brush that ripped our clothes and over stones that cut our boots to bits, and finally came down by quesnelle to the canadian pacific main track.”

“loaded with worthless mineral specimens?”

cyril laughed.

“they were pretty heavy, jack. once or twice i thought of dumping my share of them, but it’s fortunate that hollin, who seemed to suspect my intentions, kept 342 his eye on me when i got played out. you see, an assayer we took them to found that they were rich in lead and silver.”

prescott’s astonishment was obvious and cyril frankly enjoyed it.

“well,” he said, “the end of it was that i called on some of the mining people in vancouver—it seems they knew hollin and had had enough of him—but i left one office with a check for a thousand dollars, besides retaining an interest in the claim. hollin has gone back to see about its development.”

his father and sister looked as surprised as prescott. one could imagine that they found it difficult to conceive of cyril’s financial success, but they offered him their congratulations, and soon afterward curtis took his leave. prescott stayed another hour, and when he went muriel walked to the door with him.

“jack,” she murmured, with her head on his shoulder, “i’m inexpressibly glad it has all come right; but you must remember that i knew it would.”

prescott gently turned her face toward him.

“i’m so thankful that it makes me grave. it’s a pretty big task to repay your confidence, but i’ll try.”

“you’ll succeed,” she said smiling. “you’re rather a determined man and i’m not dreadfully exacting; i couldn’t be to you.”

prescott drove off, grateful for mrs. colston’s permission to come back the next day.

when he drove up on the following afternoon, he found muriel dressed in furs.

“it’s beautifully fine and you may take me for a drive,” she said, and added with a smile: “that is, unless you would rather talk to harry.” 343

“i think colston and i are going to be good friends, but i didn’t come over to see him,” prescott retorted lightly. “i have something to say to cyril, but it will do when we get back.”

“you can’t see him now,” said muriel, moving toward the sleigh. “he’s engaged with gertrude and his father, and i think they have something important to talk about. cyril looked very serious, and one would imagine that’s not often the case with him.”

prescott laughed as he helped her in.

“i dare say he has his thoughtful moments; it would be surprising if he hadn’t, considering his capacity for getting into scrapes.”

they drove away, but muriel’s supposition was well founded, for cyril was feeling unusually grave as he sat opposite to his father and sister in a room of the homestead. a brief silence had fallen upon the group, emphasized by the crackle of poplar billets in the stove. jernyngham, in whose appearance there had been a marked improvement since his son’s return, wore an eager expression; gertrude was watching her brother with troubled eyes.

“you have heard my suggestions about your return to england,” jernyngham said at length. “i think they are fair.”

“they are generous,” cyril answered, and added slowly: “but i cannot go.”

jernyngham leaned back in his chair as if he were weary, with keen disappointment in his face.

“i have no other son, cyril. we will wipe out the past—there is something to regret on both sides—and try to make everything pleasant for you. i feel that you ought to come.” 344

“no,” cyril persisted with signs of strain. “i’m strongly tempted, but it would not be wise.”

jernyngham looked hard at him and then made a sign of resignation.

“you will, at least, give us your reasons.”

“i’ll try, though i’m not sure you will understand them; it’s unfortunate we’re so different that we cannot find a common viewpoint from which to look at things. i believe i’ve overcome what bitterness i once felt, but in all that’s essential i haven’t changed. after the first few weeks, i should jar on you, or i should have to be continually on my guard, until the repression got too much for me and the inevitable outbreak came.”

“why should there be an outbreak?” his father asked with some asperity.

cyril glanced at gertrude, noticing her rather weary smile, and fancied that she could sympathize with him, which was more than he had expected. she had somehow gained comprehension in canada.

“i suppose i must explain. i’m not thinking of my worst faults, but, you see, i’m a careless trifler, impatient of restraint. to have to do things in stereotyped order distresses me; i must go where my fancy leads. when i’m cooped up and confined, i feel i must break loose, even if it leads to havoc.” he laughed. “of course, such a frame of mind is beyond your imagining.”

“i must confess that it is,” jernyngham replied dryly.

gertrude cast a half-applauding glance at her brother. with all his failings, which she recognized and deplored, cyril was to her something of a romantic hero. he took risks, and did daring and perhaps somewhat discreditable things, but, narrow as her decorous life had been, she envied his reckless gallantry. once she had ventured to 345 break through the safe rules of conduct and grasp at romance, but it had eluded her and left her humiliation and regret. she must go back to the dreary routine wherein lay security, but she admired him for standing out.

“well,” said cyril, “i’m talking at large; but we must thrash out the matter once for all. i may do something useful here—make wheat grow; perhaps help in developing the mine—which i couldn’t do at home.” he paused and concluded whimsically: “it’s even possible that i may turn into a successful rancher.”

“but that means working like an english field laborer!”

“for a higher pay. when the crop escapes drought and frost, and there’s no hail or rust, western farming’s fairly profitable.”

“in short,” said jernyngham, “you have made up your mind not to come home with us.”

“i’m sorry it is so,” cyril responded gravely. “try to understand. if i stay here, we will be good friends and you will think well of me. if i go home there will be trouble and regret for you. i want to save you that.”

“father,” gertrude broke in softly, “though it’s hard to say, i know that cyril’s right.”

jernyngham got up wearily.

“there is nothing more that i can urge. you must do as you think best, my son, but while i shall never quite grasp your point of view, you will always be in our thoughts.”

they were glad to separate, for the interview had been trying to them all.

some time had passed when cyril, hearing a beat of hoofs, went out and found prescott pulling up his team. 346

“we have been talking over matters while you were out,” he told him. “as i’ve decided to stay here, my people are going home soon—in a week or two, i think; and i expect colston will leave with them. i thought you might like to know.”

he saw the color creep into muriel’s face; and when he turned back to the house prescott lifted the girl down from the sleigh.

“dear, i can’t let them take you away,” he said.

muriel glanced across the snowy plain to the blaze of fading color upon its western rim. it was growing shadowy, the woods were blurred and vague, but its wideness fired her imagination and she felt the exhilaration that was in the nipping air.

“jack,” she smiled up at him, “my home is here! i’m learning to love the prairie, and it has brought me happiness. i’m glad to stay with you!”