'Good man,' said Graeme, striking hands with him.
'Put me down,' said little Wig cheerfully.
Then I took up the word, for there rose before me the scene in the
League saloon, and I saw the beautiful face with the deep shining eyes,
and I was speaking for her again. I told them of Craig and his fight for
these men's lives. I told them, too, of how I had been too indolent to
begin. 'But,' I said, 'I am going this far from to-night,' and I swept
the bottles into the champagne tub.
'I say,' said Polly Lindsay, coming up in his old style, slow but sure,
'let's all go in, say for five years.' And so we did. We didn't sign
anything, but every man shook hands with Graeme.
And as I told Craig about this a year later, when he was on his way back
from his Old Land trip to join Graeme in the mountains, he threw up his
head in the old way and said, 'It was well done. It must have been worth
seeing. Old man Nelson's work is not done yet. Tell me again,' and he
made me go over the whole scene with all the details put in.
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