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He needs a kind word from somebody." "But don't you rather go out of your way to give it to him?" asked Mrs. Beattie very softly. "Sister! How can you say such a thing?" said Miss Mackall in shocked tones. "A mere child like that one would think Oh, how can you?" Mrs. Beattie let the matter drop with a little sigh.
Women do not require explanations in words. Miss Mackall recognized the adventuress of Musquasepi, and knew what she had come for. She sought to temporize. "What do you want?" she faltered. "I want kill you," said Bela softly. "My finger is hungry for the trigger." She moved slightly, and a spot of light caught the barrel of the rifle over her arm. Miss Mackall moaned again.
"Don't look so very different from the Indiana side," said Harry Joslyn, as they neared the wharf. "Same kind o' wharf-boats and same kind o' men on 'em." "That's because we've taken 'em and have our own men there," replied Gid Mackall. "It'll all be different when we git ashore and further into the State." "Wasn't expecting nothing else," said Albert Grimes.
Sam bowed, and made his way out of the house. As he returned down the path he saw Miss Mackall leaning on the gatepost, gazing out toward the sinking sun over Beaver Bay. There was no way of avoiding her. She started slightly as he came behind her, and turned the face of a surprised dreamer. Seeing who it was, she broke into a winning smile, albeit a little sad, too.
Come out in the center. Mackall, stand up straight there. Take that hump out o' your shoulders. Put your heels together, all of you. Turn your toes out. Put your little fingers down to the seams o' your pantaloons. Draw your stomachs in. Throw your chests out. Hold your heads up.
"Are you crazy?" she demanded with quavering dignity. "Yes," replied Bela calmly. "So they say." "Oh!" sneered Miss Mackall. "Do you think I shall pay any attention to your threats? I have only to speak a word to my brother-in-law and you will be arrested." "They got catch me first," said Bela. "No white man can follow me in the bush. I go where I want. Always I will follow you wit' my gun."
"Joslyn, you're after Jones, 3d. M M Mackall, you come after Lawrence." "But you've put me after Joslyn," protested Gid. "He's never ahead of me." "Shut up," answered the Orderly. "I do the talking for this company. Russell, Scruggs, Skidmore; there, I've got 'em all down. Si, go down toward Co. A and find Bill Stiles and walk him up to the guard-tent and leave him there to cool off.
They can stand anything better than a reflection upon their shrewdness and judgment. "Hear Klegg a-calling?" said Joslyn, pausing for an instant, with the ball in his hand. "Let him call," said Mackall, indifferently, finishing his run to base. "He ain't big boss no more. He's only the lowest Sergeant in the company. Throw the ball, Harry. You must do better'n you've been doing.
Mackall, Joslyn, Humphreys and Baker had gotten hold of a ball, and were having a game of "two-cornered cat," with noise enough for a whole school play-ground. Russell and Scruggs were running a foot-race, for the entertainment of a squad of cooks and teamsters, and little Pete Skidmore was giving an exhibition before the same audience of his ability to stand on his head, and turn somersaults.
"A white woman!" announced Johnny triumphantly. Bela frowned and stole a side glance at Sam. The men having lately come from the land of white women were not especially impressed. "Only one white woman here before," Johnny went on. "Her comp'ny trader's wife. This her sister. Call Mees Mackall. Her old, but got no 'osban' at all. That is fonny thing I t'ink. Boys say all tam talk, laugh, nod head.
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