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"In a few days I go North," Rainbow Pete went muttering. "There is gold at Dungeon Creek. I have seen samples of this vein." "She will be the less trouble to you then, if you are not satisfied on this question," said Shoepack Sam. Then Rainbow Pete said he was not so certain of her, on questioning himself. He was a modest man.
This is not the convenient part of a marriage of convenience. No. But Shoepack Sam was waving a hand to us to be telling the man nothing of destiny at that moment. "Come," he said, "the flute is nothing now. There must be more song than this, by what is going on." Here he took Rainbow by the elbow, telling him to come and eat at Scarecrow Charlie's, for he will need his strength.
"I am much altered for the worse," he went muttering to us. "She will think nothing of me now." "There is still time for constancy," said Shoepack Sam. "Do not lose hope." Then he told them to be quiet, looking up at the dark ledge where the woman lay. "Old Greyback," said Rainbow Pete, whispering to me, "I am mistrustful of this moment." "Hist!" said McGregor, "that was the sound of his string.
"Oh, why is it he grew no cocoanuts stumbling on that lost trail? Isn't it convenient for the man he is married this night?" Oh, they were full of mischief with him, remembering the secret face he had for them in the days of his experiment. "Drink this," said Shoepack Sam. There he put champagne in a glass before him. Oh, they were careful of the man.
But now look here, when Shoepack Sam came plucking him at the elbow, saying, "Was I right or was I wrong?" then Rainbow Pete stared at him with his eyes like drills, and he said to him, "You were curious and nothing more." Oh my, isn't this the perversity of married men.
"What is this you are preparing?" he said, pointing his bold nose to them. Oh, the eyes were like a dreamer's: he was a child to appearances. Then they went speaking to him of the stringed instrument they had heard humming on the ledge, speaking another language than his own. "This is a wife to be defended," said Shoepack Sam, padding there with his yellow shoepacks bringing another drink.
But now one morning when they were idling there, Shoepack Sam must be yawning and saying to them, "Oh, my, this is the time now, before the sun is up, I'm glad I am not married. It's a pleasure to be a single man at this hour." Heh! Heh! As a usual thing we are not gratified at all for this favor of heaven.
It's as if he had forgotten that woman. He had no memories at all. "My wife," said the rainbow-man. "Look," said Shoepack Sam oh, he remembered treason well "he is forgetful that he has a wife on Mushrat." This was so appearedly. There he stood in the blue star-shine, fingering his flute to bring her back to mind.
But still there was no word of Pal Yachy. That black Italian was not popular at Throat River. "Now I see you are speaking of another man," said Rainbow Pete. Then Shoepack Sam went roaring, it was time for honest men to speak, when an honest woman was being taken by a voice.
This was about two inches broad, and circular at the lower end. To this the main piece of leather was sewed, with a gathering stitch. The seam behind was like that of a moccasin. To the shoepack a sole was sometimes added. The women did the tailor-work. They could all cut-out, and make hunting-shirts, leggins, and drawers.
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