"It's true, Mazarine," he said aloud. "Orlando booked for the sleeper
going East in thirty minutes; but the sleeper was for one only, and that
one was his mother, you old hippopotamus. . . . But I wonder where she
is--where the divine Louise is? She hasn't levanted with her Orlando.
. . . Now, I wonder!" he added.
Then, with a sudden impulse, he dug heels into his horse's sides, and
galloped back towards Askatoon. He wanted to see what would happen before
the express went East.
CHAPTER XIII
ORLANDO GIVES A WARNING
Askatoon had never lost its interest for Mazarine and his wife since the
day the Mayor had welcomed them at the railway station. Askatoon was not
a petty town. Its career had been chequered and interesting, and it had
given haven to a large number of uncommon people. Unusual happenings had
been its portion ever since it had been the rail-head of the Great
Transcontinental Line, and many enterprising men, instead of moving on
with the railway, when it ceased to be the rail-head, settled there and
gave the place its character. The town had never been lawless, although
some lawless people had sojourned there.
It was too busy a place to be fussing about little things, or tearing
people's characters to pieces, or gossiping even to the usual degree; yet
in its history it had never gossiped so much as it had done since the
Mazarines had come.
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