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And there is a rumor, m'sieu, that the Yellow-back will be at the Lac Bain dog sale." Reese Beaudin rose slowly to his feet, and yawned in that smoke-filled cabin. "And if the Yellow-back should turn the tables, Joe Delesse, think of what a fine thing you will miss," he said. Joe Delesse also rose, with a contemptuous laugh. "That fiddler, that picture-drawer, that book-reader Pouff!
He spent the eighteenpence on illustrated papers Scraps, Ally Sloper's Half-Holiday, Comic Cuts, Funny Folks, and the like, evidently having no very exalted opinion of the literary tastes of his family; and he provided Esther with a yellow-back on which was depicted a lady in a green dress fainting in the arms of a gentleman attired in purple, and Meg with Mark Twain's "Jumping Frog", because he had noticed a certain air of melancholy in her eyes lately.
He had made the evidence too complete. The world would call him a lying yellow-back if he betrayed what had actually happened on the trail between Cragg's Ridge and Mooney's cabin.
This was Scorch's letter: "Dear Miss Nancy: "I see Old Gordon has risked another perfectly good yellow-back in the mail. Know how I seen the yellow-back in the letter? I punched a hole with a pin in the crease of the envelope at each end. Squeeze the sides of the envelope together a little and then squint through from one hole to the other. That's an old one. I want you to know I'm on the job.
Ventre saint gris, but then was his chance to have killed Jacques Dupont! Half a man could have done it. Did he, m'sieu? No, he did not. With his one arm and his one hand Jacques Dupont whipped that Yellow-back, and he would have killed him if Elise had not rushed in to sav e the Yellow-back's purple face from going dead black. And that night the Yellow-back slunk away. Shame? Yes.
Rose Street was choked with moving carts loaded with yellow-back literature done up in bales. The superintendent proved to be a civil young man. He did not need me before Monday, but he told me to come back that day at half-past seven and to bring a bone paper-cutter with me.
Perhaps it was this same year that one of the men discovered another enormous yellow-back in the barnyard, one of the largest ever seen on the farm and killed it just as it was moving across an old barrel.
Such a blow, if not avenged, was a brand that passed down into the second and third generations, and even children would call out "Yellow-Back Yellow-Back," to the one who was coward enough to receive it without resentment. A rumbling growl rose in the throat of Concombre Bateese in that moment when it seemed as though St. Pierre Boulain was about to kill the man who had struck him.
He taunted him, he insulted him, he got down on his knees and offered to fight him without getting on his feet; and there, before the very eyes of Elise, he washed the Yellow-back's face in the grease of one of the roasted caribou! And the Yellow-back was a man! Yes, a grown man! And it was then that Jacques Dupont shouted out his challenge to all that crowd. He would fight the Yellow-back.
Reese Beaudin put his hands to the other's shoulders, smiling, friendly. "I will apologize, I will explain, mon ami," he said. "But first, you must tell me the name of that Yellow-back who ran away years ago. Do you remember it?" "Oui, but what has that to do with my crushed hand? The Yellow-back's name was Reese Beaudin " "And I am Reese Beaudin," laughed the other gently.
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