Her husband looked at her. “You also guess?”
“Yes!” she answered. “I guess—but no more than guess!”
“Who is the man?” asked Bracknell quickly.
“His name is Adrian Rayner!”
“Rayner!” cried Bracknell excitedly. “The son of old Rayner, your guardian?”
“Yes! He is in the North now. I believe that he is looking for Roger Bracknell.”
“God in heaven!”
“What is the matter?” asked Joy. “You look as if something had occurred to you!”
“Yes!” he said simply. “Something has—something very significant. Two or three days after Roger left the shack a stranger arrived——”
“Mr. Bracknell,” interrupted Miss La Farge, “don’t you think we had better postpone explanations for a little time? If we remain talking here we shall freeze. And there are things to be done. There is Jim to find—and there is the team and the outfit. Then we must bury George. We can’t possibly leave him lying here for the wolves!”