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"Nonsense," said Burrell. "I know you too well for that." "You know me for good man, eh? An' you know I ain' try for bre'k up oder fellers' biznesse, never! Wal, I'm come to you now lak' wan good man to 'noder biccause I'm got bad trouble on de min', an' you mus'n't get sore." "There's no danger, Poleon. Let's have it. If there is anything I can do, you may count on me."
I got dog-team an' fine claim on hilltop. S'pose I geeve him half-interes' to go wit' me?" "WILL you?" eagerly queried the girl. "Already I spoke it to him. He say mebbe so, but firs' he's got li'l biznesse here." "Of course! His case. But that will be cleared up. Mark what I say.
As Doret's fingers sank deeper into his flesh the man's anger rose; he undertook to shake off the unwelcome grasp. "You leggo! You mind your own business " "Dis goin' be my biznesse," 'Poleon announced. "Dere's somet'ing fonny 'bout dis " "Don't get funny with me. I got as much right to her as you have " 'Poleon jerked the man off his feet, then flung him aside as if he were unclean.
"The fellow is a thief, a pig. He struck me. ME! You saw him. "Sure, I saw him!" the officer grinned. "I was afraid he'd miss you. Stop yelling and come along." With a nod that included the McCaskeys as well as the titled speaker he linked arms with Pierce Phillips and led the way out into the night. "W'at fool biznesse!" Doret indignantly exclaimed. "Dat boy is hones' as church."
Instead, the Canadian looked him over gravely from head to heel, seeming to note each point of the unfamiliar attire; then he inquired, without removing his glance: "Were'bouts you live, eh?" "I live at the post yonder," said the Lieutenant. "Wat biznesse you work at?" "I am a soldier." "Wat for you come 'ere? Dere's nobody fightin' roun' dis place."
"Forty Mile, Circle, Fort Yukon, Rampart, it mak' no differ. I get 'em some place, if I go plumb to St. Michael's. When I get goin' fas' it tak' me long tam for run down." Rouletta's eyes opened. "But, 'Poleon you can't! There's the Boundary. You're not an officer; you have no warrant." "Dem t'ing is dam' nuisance," he declared. "I don' savvy dis law biznesse. You say get 'em. Bien! I do it."
"It ain't so much WHAT he stole; it's the idea, and it's the custom of the country." "Whipping is enough, without the other." "Dis stealin' she's bad biznesse," declared Poleon. "Mebbe dose ham is save some poor feller's life." "It's mob law," said the Lieutenant, indignantly, "and I won't stand for it." Gale turned a look of curiosity upon the officer.
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