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"Eet ees because she deceif me she come wit a plot she steal in here. Eef she had wait, all would be well." "You mustn't dare to touch her," said Minnie, vehemently. "You shall leave her here. She shall stay with me." "I am ver pain oh, very; but oh, my angel sweet charming mees eet ees dangaire to my lof. She plot to take you away. An' all my life is in you. Tink what I haf to do to gain you!"
"No, Tony, I don't get my apples from the 'policeman's friend. I can pay for them. You know all of us policemen aren't grafters even on the line of apples and peanuts." The Italian's eyes grew big. "Well, you'ra de first one dat offer to maka me de pay, justa de same. Eet's a two centa, eef you insist." He gave Bobbie his change, and the young man munched away on the fresh fruit with relish.
Then, as he smoked, a look of malice came on his face. "No, I not meestake. Dat man fire zee shots. I sure of dat; an' by Gar! I get heem one of dese days, an' I make heem pay for it, good an' plenty. Mais I wonder why he shoot? I wonder eef zee white mees, she knew?"
He spoke as calmly as though danger was distant, and a moment later the little box was roaring with its oil-soaked kindlings. "Will this stove burn green willow tops?" cried Willard. "Sure! She's good stove. She'll burn hicicles eef you get 'im start one times. See 'im get red?"
"Si, señor," the words faltering forth, almost as if in mockery of his own hesitating speech. "Once I said maybe I show you. I not know how den now I know." "Sh-show me, little girl in God's n-name, show me wh-what?" "Eef eet vas true dat I lofe you, señor. Now you tink eet vas so; now you all'ays know vat vas in de heart of Mercedes. Dis bettah vay as talk, señor nevah you doubt no more."
Eh, Siegfried?" The Norwegian nodded. He was still frightened and half drowned. It was not till they were riding up the creek to find a shallow place they could ford that he spoke his mind. "Ay bane all in ven you got me, pardner." "Oh, you were still kicking." "Ay bane t'ink Ay had van chance not to get out. But Ay bane not forget dees. Eef you ever get in a tight place, send vor Sig Siegfried."
"Fifty dollars, you know," continued Courcey, taking no heed of his friend's interpolation. M'sieu Fortier made a courtly bow. "Eef Monsieur will call at my 'ouse on de morrow, he may have mon violon," he said huskily; then turned abruptly on his heel, and went down Bourbon Street, his shoulders drawn high as though he were cold.
She laughed, shaking her head so hard the black hair became a whirling cloud about her. "No, no! eet not de same, señor. Maybe I lofe you, maybe not yet. Dat ees vat you must fin' out. But marry? Dat no show I lofe you. Oh, de men! to tink eet vas de only vay to prove lofe to marry. No, no! maybe I show you some day eef I lofe you; si, some day I show you ven I know true.
Ba'tiste broke in excitedly. "By to-morrow morning, ever' snowshed, he will be bank-full of snow. The track, he will be four inches in ice. Six week this country, he can not stand it! Tell him so on the telegraph! Tell him the cattle, he will starve! Peuff! No longer do I think of our machinery! Eef it is los' we are los'. But let eet go. Say to heem nothing of that.
"Do ye think she'd overlook the whole west half o' th' sea, Galton?" "She weel run against us eef she cooms thees way." "But she might not know we are in distress?" "Disthress, is it ye're sayin'? We're not in disthress, ye loon. This is th' happiest day o' me loife." Leonard turned to the Irishman.
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