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Ba'teese think about his lost trap. He think mebbe there is one place where he have not look'. He say to Golemar he will go for jus' one, two hour. Nobody see, he think. So he go. And he come back. Blooey! Eet is done! Ba'teese have fail!" "But what, Ba'tiste? It wasn't your fault. Don't feel that way about it? Has anything happened to Agnes?" "No. The mill." "They've ?" "Look!"
Barry said it with the curiosity of a boy. The older man stared hard at the crazy design of the covers. "My Pierre," came at last. "And my Julienne. Ba'teese, he is all alone now. Are you all alone?" The question came quickly. Barry answered before he thought. "Yes." "Then you know you know how eet feel. You know how Ba'teese think when he look out the window. See?"
He fashioned his arms as though he were holding a baby, "and I look at you and I say 'Pierre! Pierre! But you do not answer just like he did not answer. Then I start back with you, and the way was rough. I take you under one arm so. It was steep. I must have one arm free. Then I meet Medaine, and she laugh at me for the way I carry you. And I was glad. Eet made Ba'teese forget." "What?"
So long as that, you are Ba'teese' friend. Ba'teese " he looked with quiet, fatherly eyes toward the young man on the bed "shall ask no question and Ba'teese shall tell no tales!" The simple statement of the gigantic trapper swept the confidence from Houston and left him at a disadvantage.
A mile he went two then halted. A thunderous voice was booming belligerently from the distance: "You lie un'stan'? Ba'teese say you lie if you no like eet, jus' what-you-say climb up me! Un'stan'? Climb up me!"
Ba'teese, he is only a trapper now. Ba'teese, he had swear he never again stand beside a sick bed. But you " and he turned swiftly, a broken smile playing about his lips "you, mon ami, you, when I foun' you this morning, with your head twisted under your arm, with the blood on your face, and the dust and dirt upon you then you you look like my Pierre! And I pick you up so!"
Ev' day, Ba'teese, he live again that night in the cathedral when he call, so, 'Pierre! Pierre! But Pierre does not answer. Ev' day, he remind how he come home, and how his heart, eet is cold, but how he hope that his Julienne, she will warm eet again to fin' that. But does Ba'teese stop? Does Ba'teese fol' his hands? No! No!" He thundered the words and beat his heavy chest.
Of course, I'm grateful to you for picking me up and all that sort of thing, but " Choking back the laughter, Ba'tiste returned to the foot of the bed and stood wiping the tears from his eyes. "Pardon, mon ami," came seriously at last. "Old Ba'teese must have his joke. Listen, Ba'teese tell you something. You see people here today, oui, yes? You see, the petite Medaine? Ah, oui!"
Ba'teese he don't get the truth, he tickle M'sieu's feet." "Now listen! Please " "No no!" The giant waved a hand in dismissal of threat. "Old Ba'teese, he still joke. Ba'teese say he tell you something. Eet is this. You see those people? All right. Bon good. You don' know one. You know the other. Yes? Oui? Ba'teese not know why you do it. Ba'teese not care. Ba'teese is right in here."
Peuff! We shall fin' out, you and me and mon ami." Suddenly he turned. "M'sieu Thayer, he gone." "Gone? You mean he's run away?" "By gar, no. But he leave hurried. He get a telephone from long distance. Chicago." "Then " "Ba'teese not know. M'sieu Shuler in the telephone office, he tell me. Eet is a long call, M'sieu Shuler is curious, and he listen in while they, what-you-say, chew up the rag.
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