Last Chance? Probably Eyelids' delay was only a matter of traps and
furs which had been cached. Then, as he watched Peggy, he saw a look
partly of fear, partly of bewilderment, spread over her face. She
glanced down to her father; he was still gazing in the same direction,
towards the bend, and she, seeing him rise to his feet and wave his
hand, following his example, also rose up and waved. Granger was on
his feet immediately, that so he might see more clearly; turning his
eyes down-river, he watched steadfastly in the direction in which the
father and daughter gazed. He saw nothing that was not customary; it
seemed to him that he must have looked too late.

"What is it, Peggy?" he broke out.

She swung round slowly, giving herself time to make her face
expressionless; it was evident that she had forgotten his presence in
her excitement.

"Nothing," she said, and turning about, passed into the darkness of
the house.

Granger did not like it. When there are only three of you, one of whom
is your wife, to whom you have been married only a fortnight, it is
not pleasant to be the one left out. He had thought at first that they
might be on the lookout for York boats, which might soon be expected
to pass by on their way from the House of the Crooked Creek to God's
Voice. But one does not wave his hand to a York boat which is not yet
in sight. It seemed certain to him now that Eyelids was in the
vicinity, signalling to them secret information, which they were eager
to keep from himself. Had they stumbled across the grave of
Strangeways, and wondered what it meant? A grave more or less in
Keewatin does not usually trouble a living man; nevertheless, he ought
to have told them about it and have explained about Spurling. He would
tell them his secret presently, and get them to tell him theirs in
exchange. In the meanwhile, he would watch the bend.

There was no sound of footsteps in the shack. Turning his head very
slowly, so that it could hardly be seen to turn, he could perceive the
shadow of Peggy out of the tail of his eye from where he sat; she was
standing behind the window, a little way back from the panes so that
he might not discover her, and she was also watching. If this system
of spying were to go on for long, there would soon be an end to his
dreams of freedom and marital peace at Murder Point. Already he was
inclined to revise his opinion as to what he would do, were he given
the opportunity for escape to a b