"Of course not. You do say the most
outrageous things, Di."
They had driven to Willow Creek over the river road. They returned by
way of the hills. Macdonald drew up in front of a cabin to fill the
radiator.
He stood listening beside the car, the water bucket in his hand.
Something unusual was going on inside the house. There came the sound
of a thud, of a groan, and then the crash of breaking glass. The whole
window frame seemed to leap from the side of the house. The head and
shoulders of a man projected through the broken glass.
The man swept himself free of the debris and started to run. Instantly
he pulled up in his stride, as amazed to see those in the car as they
were to see him.
"Gordon!" cried Diane.
Out of the house poured a rush of men. They too pulled up abruptly at
sight of Macdonald and his guests.
A sardonic mirth gleamed in the eyes of the Scotchman. "Do you always
come out of a house through the wall, Mr. Elliot?" he asked.
"Only when I'm in a hurry." Gordon pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed
at some glass-cuts on his face.
"Don't let us detain you," said the Alaskan satirically. "We'll excuse
you, since you must go."
"I'm not in such a hurry now.
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