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For a moment the thought that the whole tribe had moved away, deserting their tents, held Stane's mind; but it was dispelled by the whisper of Jean Bènard. "Do you stay here with zee dogs, m'sieu, whilst I go drag out Chief George. Have zee rifle ready; an' eef dere is trouble, be prompt at zee shootin'. Vous comprenez?" "Yes," answered Stane, "if there is trouble I will not hesitate."
Mme Lorilleux asked her brother if he had not heard those Benard people quarreling as he came upstairs. She said the husband always came home tipsy. Then she spoke of the designer, who was overwhelmed with debts, always smoking and always quarreling.
Stane ate his breakfast quickly, and when he had finished, accompanied Bènard a little way up the trail, which running along the base of the cliff by which they had camped, made a sudden turn between the rocks and unexpectedly opened out on a wide view. Before him lay the snow-covered lake of the Little Moose, a narrow lake perhaps fifteen miles long.
A burst of light laughter reached the men by the camp fire and Jean Bènard looked round. "What ees ze saying of your countrymen, p'liceman? 'Youth eet veel be served! It veel snatch eet's happiness from zee jaws of death, eetself." "Yes! And these two deserve the happiness they will get!"
Benard Hollander, M.D., F.R.C.S., L.R.C.P., in his late book on "Functions of the Brain," says: "What Gall knew at the close of the eighteenth century is only just dawning upon the scientists of the present day. The history of Gall and his doctrine is given in these pages, and will be quite a revelation to the reader.
Another fusillade, and the sled halted, just as the two men broke from the cover of the bluff and began to run across the snow in the direction of it. "By gar! By gar!" cried Jean Bènard in great excitement. "Tings dey happen. Dere are oder men who want Chigmok, an' dey get heem, too." Then with a clamouring wind came the snow, blotting out all further vision of the tragedy ahead.
In the shelter of one of them, Stane, as his breath came back to him, swung his rifle off his shoulder, and began to strip from it the deer-hide covering. Jean Bènard saw him, and in order to make himself heard shouted to him. "What you do, m'sieu?" "I'm going after them, Jean. There's something badly wrong." "Oui! But with zee storm, what can you do, m'sieu?" "I can find that girl," he said.
Tuesday, January 25th, 1876. I am homesick. I took a singing lesson, and then went out with Mamma. We went to M. de E 's studio. He requested permission to present a very elegant and popular M. Benard, received everywhere in society. He told us a great many things about Rome. From there we went to Monseigneur de F 's, who yesterday asked if we had had our audience.
Benard, according to Cadiot and Almy, recommends bandaging with a heavy piece of cloth in which an opening is made through which the patella is allowed to protrude, and by turning such a bandage snugly about the stifle several times, the patella is held in position. This bandage should be kept in place for about ten days.
Anderton rose from his seat. "I expect that will be Jean Bènard," he said quietly. "Jean Bènard? Who is Jean Bènard?" cried Ainley. "He is the man who Stane and I left to bring Chigmok along." "Chigmok!" "Yes, you see, Ainley, Chigmok was not dead as you meant him to be.
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