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"Sure, that's right enough," said old man Prouty. Pat advanced, but Maigan began to growl. "Say, young 'ooman, I'll bash that dog's head in if you don't keep him still," he said, truculently. "Keep a holt of him." Madge pulled the dog back and quieted him. "Be good, Maigan," she said. "It's all right, old fellow." She entered the shack behind Pat Kilrea and closed the door.
So if he don't turn up by de time ve finish breakfast I hitch up dem togs an' take you dere real qvick. Mebbe he can't come for you, some vay. Mebbe Maigan hurt or sick so he can't pull toboggan. You vant to go, no?" "I I suppose so," faltered the girl. "I I must see him, as soon as possible, and and...." "Dat's all right," interrupted Stefan. "So long you vants to go I take you up dere.
A moment later the animal's sharp ears pricked up; the wiry hair on his back rose and he uttered a low growl. "Keep still, Maigan!" ordered his master. "Wonder who's coming? Maybe one of Papineau's young ones." The fire was getting low and he put a couple of sticks of yellow birch in the stove.
"Poor little thing, I wonder what's to become of her? The whole thing's a shame a ghastly shame. Wait till Stefan and I find out all about it. Somebody's got to get hurt, that's all!" Maigan had already hauled the toboggan to the door of the big shack, and the other animals had come near to renew assurances of armed neutrality. The good woman of the house appeared just as Hugo came up.
There nearly always was something to pick up when his master fired. "Keep still, boy!" ordered the latter. "I think we'd better count that as a miss. I'll wait outside until you've fixed yourself up, Miss Nelson, and are ready to go. I'll have to hitch up Maigan first. As soon as you come out I'll wrap you in my blankets; you'll be quite comfortable. We haven't very far to go, anyway."
I I thought it might protect me from insult, perhaps, or or let me take matters in my own hands, if need be. I I didn't know what sort of place I would be coming to or or what sort of man would would receive me! I I felt safer with it!" Maigan was still ferreting out corners of the room, having leaped up at the shot as if the idea had come to him that some rat or chipmunk must lie dead somewhere.
Sophy McGurn, at this, pushed her way forward until she stood in front of Madge, and pointed an accusing finger at her. Her eyes were flashing. To Maigan her move seemed a threatening one and she recoiled as the animal crouched a little, with fangs bare and lips slavering. "Hold him, miss, hold him quick!" cried Aleck Mclntosh. "Git back there, Sophy, what's the matter with ye?
As he lifted it from the floor he saw an envelope and picked it up. It was addressed to him. Tearing it open he stared at the words "Starting this evening. Please have some one meet me. Madge Nelson." With clenched fist he struck the table a blow that startled Maigan, who barked, leaping up to his feet. "It's all right, boy," said his master.
She had offered to remain but Madge knew that her presence was needed at home, owing to the little ones. Moreover, the girl was getting accustomed to her weird surroundings. In the faithful Maigan there was a protector. Besides, she still counted among the living; she was engaged in work that called for and brought out all her womanhood.
His voice grew suddenly hoarse. It was with an effort that he spoke again. "An' now he don' know me or you or Maigan, and and my goot dear frient Hugo he look like he ban dyin'!" Stefan stopped abruptly again, apparently overcome. His face, tanned by frost and sun to a hue of dull brick, also lay in the hollow of his hands. The vastness of his grief seemed to be commensurate with his size.
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