The usual sort of tale in the wheat lands of Canada. The hero takes a long and venturesome journey to find his friend whom he is supposed to have murdered. There are descriptions of the country, fights with desperadoes, a girl who believes in the hero and the unraveling of the plot when the friend reappears of his own accord. For people who never tire of "western stories." Also published with the title The Wastrel.
y you're not smarter. Jack. But let me think----"
He went into a few details about his family, and then Prescott left him and, after giving an order to have his team ready, proceeded to the station. It was getting dark, but the western sky was still a sheet of wonderful pale green, against which the tall elevators stood out black and sharp. The head-lamp of a freight locomotive flooded track and station with a dazzling electric glare, the rails that ran straight and level across the waste gleaming far back in the silvery radiance. This helped Prescott to overcome his repugnance to his task, as he remembered another summer night when he had attempted to hurry his team across the track before a ballast train came up. Startled by the blaze of the head-lamp and the scream of the whistle, one of the horses plunged and kicked; a wheel of the wagon, sinking in the loose ballast, skidded against a tie; and Prescott stood between the rails, struggling to extricate the beasts, while the great locomotive rushed d
A wonderful tale for male and female readers alike, gripping and written with a zest and description that causes shivers - as if you too were thrust into the cold blizzard of the Canadian plains. A western story of ambition, hard work, honesty, chivalry and love. The plot constantly intrigues, pulling at the reader - who wonders if Prescott's name will be righted by the loss of suspicion, or the return of the supposed dead, or both.
Bindloss is a writer who is well worthy revisiting - eminently readable even today.