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"Beeg medicine mak' Indian man crazy fool dance sing mak' brave then keel queeck!" "Come along, then, Jerry," said Cameron impatiently. And on they went.
Man say me I can get Askatoon by dat time from here, if I go queeck way across lak' it is all froze now, dat lak' an' down dat Foxtail Hills. Is it so, ma'm'selle?" "By the 'quick' way if you can make it in time," she said; "but it is no way for the stranger to go. There are always bad spots on the ice it is not safe. You could not find your way." "I mus' get dere in time," he said desperately.
"Oui, the odders are gone home. But this leetle boy I take care till his modder come from the shop. But you shall come in here, m'sieu'." "I cannot stop, Etienne. I am " He could not finish the sentence. He turned to go. "I say you shall come in. You must come queeck!" The old man spoke in a shrill whisper. He put aside his knife and stick and hurried to the fence.
Now above all things Doret dreaded his "sister's" serious moods or any expression of her gratitude; he waved her words aside with an airy gesture and began in a hearty tone: "We don't stop dis place no longer. To-morrow we start for Dyea. Wat you t'ink of dat, eh? Pretty queeck you be home." When his hearer displayed no great animation at the prospect he exclaimed, in perplexity: "You fonny gal.
"'Ma'm'selle, Ma'm'selle, he say, 'we must meet again! "She thank him and hurry away queeck. Next day we are on the river, and P'tite Louison try to do the Dance of the Blue Fox on the ice. While she do it, some one come up swift, and catch her hand and say: 'Ma'm'selle, let's do it together' like that! It take her breath away. It is M'sieu' Hadrian.
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.
"What time, if please?" he asked. "I t'ink nine hour, but no sure." "It is near nine," she said. She hastily tidied up the table after his meal, and then came and sat in her chair over against the wall of the rude fireplace. "Nine dat is good. The moon rise at 'leven; den I go. I go on," he said, "if you show me de queeck way." "You go on how can you go on?" she asked, almost sharply.
He will not stop it. Eef he haf the money, it is better sacre yes. Eef he not gif well, I will tell you, there is the other railway man he try to hurt, how would he like But I will tell you on the river. Main'enant queeck, we go." Without a word Lygon took down another coat and put it on. Doing so he concealed a weapon quickly as Dupont stooped to pick a coal for his pipe from the blaze.
"What is he saying?" said Cameron, his mouth close to Jerry's ear. "He say dey keel us queeck. Indian no lak' keel. Dey scare Police get 'em. Copperhead he ver' mad. Say he keel us heemse'f queeck."
I is meet Dick Henderson on Winnipeg las' year, w'en I mak' paddle on dem Factor Brigade, an' dose High Commissionaire. He is tol' me wan night pret' late he wake up all de queeck he can w'en he is hear wan noise in dose cabane, an' he is see wan Injun, lak' phantome 'gainst de moon to de door. Dick Henderson he is 'sleep, he don' know w'at he mus' do.
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