Part 33 (1/2)
It was a hard and lonely journey for Grenfell for the next three days
Thirty h with gnarled, weather-worn rocks and ice carved by the sea into strange forht ca for a snug bed, he scraped himself a place in the wet sand and built a fire and dried his clothes to the tune of a raving wind He knew the mail boat was expected at any time at Flower's Cove, and if he ht, at least, for its next southward journey
In spite of the discoht reach the Cove just too late to catch the steamer, his rest was sound and sweet, while it lasted But he let hi the pace, and we can easily iht in bed who rapped at Parson Richard's door at Flower Cove when the three days' hike was over
”Well, well, Doctor!” Parson Richard's face was a warht in! Why didn't you telegraph? You know there's nobody I'd rather see than you--Mary!” he called ”Get the Doctor a cup of tea--and let hi It sure is good to see you, Doctor! Noe'll have a fine chance to talk, when you're rested TheThere are so s I want to tell you about and ask your advice”
Grenfell had tugged off his rubber boots and sat in a cushi+oned chair with his feet luxuriously outstretched to the stove Now that the hard pull afoot from cove to cove was over, it would be comparatively luxurious travel the rest of the way He could probably have the full length of the table to sleep on, in the dining-saloon of the _Ethie_ when the dishes were cleared away Since it was the beginning of the season, and southward-bound travel was slack, he et a berth to hier just at that delicious moment of warmth and reverie threw open the front door without the cere, and a blast of wind swirled after him
Parson Richards in his thin, worn coat clasped himself like a cabman and shi+vered ”Shut the door, Toer could hardly stammer out the words
”It's--it's Abe Gould, sir!”
”What has Abe Gould done now?”
”He's shot hi!”
”Well, well, is it as bad as all that?” asked the good ht off and see e can do”
”He's bleeding to death!”
Parson Richards turned to Grenfell ”Now you stay right here, Doctor!”
The Doctor was already hauling on his wet, stiff boots
”No, no,” protested Grenfell, as if soested a joy-ride and he didn't want to miss it He turned to the boy ”Take me to him, To lad ”Oh, do co to death”
”Have you dogs?”
”No, sir”
”Can you get any?”
”No, sir All the good dogs is away”
”Then we'll walk--or run,” Grenfell smiled