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It is all safe to de stroke of de hour, mais, after, it is bon Dieu! it is hell then. Who shall forgif me no!" "The stroke of the hour the stroke of the hour!" It beat into her brain. Were they both thinking of the same thing now? "You will show me queeck way. I mus' be Askatoon in two days, or it is all over," he almost moaned.
He went straight to the heart of his subject and as a precaution against eavesdropping he put his meaning into the best English he knew. "José, she's dam-mad on Señor Jack," he began eagerly. "She's hear talk lak she's no good vaquero. Me, I hear San Vincente vaqueros talk, and Manuel she's hear also and run queeck for tella José. José she's lak for keela Señor Jack.
An angry light leaped into Dupont's eyes. "You not unnerstan' my letters bah! You know it all right, so queeck." The other remained silent, staring into the fire with wide, searching eyes. Dupont put a hand on him. "You ketch my idee queeck. We mus' have more money from that Henderley certainlee. It is ten years, and he t'ink it is all right.
"God forgive me God save my soul!" he whispered. He was not concerned for Grassette now. "Queeck queeck, where is Marcile?" Grassette said, sharply. "Come back, Bignold. Listen where is Marcile?" He strained to hear the answer. Bignold was going, but his eyes opened again, however, for this call seemed to pierce to his soul as it struggled to be free. "Ten years since I saw her," he whispered.
"She is all the world to me." "Den we go, m'sieu. But first we feed an' rest zee dogs. We travel queeck, after, vous comprenez? I will a meal make, an' your head it will recover, den we travel lik' zee wind." The trapper made his way into the still smouldering hut, and began to busy himself with preparations, whilst Stane looked round again.
"Isn't that pretty dangerous work? They say those rapids are awful." "Sure! Everybody scare' to try 'im. W'en I came up dey pay me fifty dollar for tak' one boat t'rough. By gosh! I never mak' so moch money tree hondred dollar a day. I'm reech man now. You lak get reech queeck? I teach you be pilot. Swif' water, beeg noise! Plenty fun in dat!" The Canadian threw back his head and laughed loudly.
A sudden change came over Grassette. "Water queeck!" he said. The Sheriff stooped and held a hatful of water to Bignold's lips, while another poured brandy from a flask into the water. Grassette watched them eagerly. When the dying man had swallowed a little of the spirit and water, Grassette leaned over him again, and the others drew away.
But my brudder he go to die with hawful bad cold queeck, an' he send for the priest an' for me, an' tell all. I go to Governor with the priest, an' Governor gif me dat writing here." He tapped his breast, then took out a wallet and showed the paper to her. "It is life of dat Haman, voici! And so I safe him for my brudder. Dat was a bad boy, Fadette.
"Wal, ma soeur she's come to you for help, queeck." Both old men became instantly alert. "You in trouble?" Tom demanded of the girl. "Who's been hurting you, I'd like to know?" Jerry, too, leaned forward, and into his widening eyes came a stormy look. "Sure! Has one of them crawlin' worms got fresh with you, Letty? Say !" He reached up and removed his six-shooter from its nail over his bed.
A sudden change came over Grassette. "Water queeck!" he said. The Sheriff stooped and held a hatful of water to Bignold's lips, while another poured brandy from a flask into the water. Grassette watched them eagerly. When the dying man had swallowed a little of the spirit and water, Grassette leaned over him again, and the others drew away.
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