Vanderlip needed the dogs on Friday night?
that he must have them by that time? It was too bad, but it was the
fault of the shameless one who had bid up the prices. They had jumped
fifty dollars per head, and should he buy on the rising market he would
lose by the contract. He wondered if Mr. Vanderlip would be willing to
meet the advance. She knew he would? Being Mr. Vanderlip's friend, she
would even meet the difference herself? And he was to say nothing about
it? She was kind to so look to his interests. Friday night, did she
say? Good! The dogs would be on hand.
An hour later, Freda knew the elopement was to be pulled off on Friday
night; also, that Floyd Vanderlip had gone up-creek, and her hands were
tied. On Friday morning, Devereaux, the official courier, bearing
despatches from the Governor, arrived over the ice. Besides the
despatches, he brought news of Flossie. He had passed her camp at Sixty
Mile; humans and dogs were in good condition; and she would doubtless be
in on the morrow. Mrs. Eppingwell experienced a great relief on hearing
this; Floyd Vanderlip was safe up-creek, and ere the Greek girl could
again lay hands upon him, his bride would be on the ground.
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