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I haven't any idea what he means by the reference to starting operations, or that sentence about the 'big thing. There isn't another mill around here?" "None nearer than the Moscript place at Echo Lake." "Then what can it be?" Suddenly Houston frowned with presentiment. "Thayer's been going with Medaine a good deal, hasn't he?" "Oui yes. When Ba'teese can think of no way to keep him from it."
The trapper shrugged his shoulders. "Ba'teese on'y know what they tell heem." "But surely, there must be some mistake about it. You say they are going to start sawing in a month, and that a bigger plant is going up. Do you mean a complete outfit, planers and all that sort of thing?" "So!" Houston shook his head. "For the life of me, I can't see it.
Where is the gun with which she shot her? Ah, you cringe! For why you do that for why do you not look at Ba'teese when he talk about his Julienne! Eh? Is eet that you are afraid? Is eet that your teeth are on your tongue, to keep eet from the truth? Oui! You are the man you are the man!" "I don't know anything about it. She told me she did it that those were Mrs. Renaud's things." "Ah!
He clustered his fingers to his lips and blew a kiss toward the ceiling. "She is the, what-you-say, fine li'l keed. She is the bon bébé! You no nev' see her before?" Barry shook his head. Ba'tiste went on. "You see M'sieu Thayer? Oui? You know heem?" "No." "You sure?" "Never saw him before." "So?" Batiste grinned and wagged a finger, "Ba'teese he like the truth, yes, oui.
And," the breath pulled hard, "what was worse, everybody believed that I killed him. Even my best friends even my father." "Ba'teese no believe it." "Why?" Houston turned to him in hope, in the glimmering chance that perhaps there was something in the train of circumstances that would have prevented the actuality of guilt. But the answer, while it cheered him, was rather disconcerting.
Then a figure showed before him, a gigantic form, running and tumbling through the underbrush at one side of the road, a dog bounding beside him. It was Ba'tiste, excited, red-faced, his arms waving like windmills, his voice booming even from a distance: "M'sieu Houston! M'sieu Houston! Ba'teese have fail! Ba'teese no good! He watch for you he is glad you come! Ba'teese ashame'! Ashame'!"
By the cross of my Julienne, you shall not! Eet is to the end and not before! You look like my Pierre! My Pierre had in heem the blood of Ba'teese Ba'teese, who had broke' the way. And Pierre would not quit, and you will not quit. And " "I will not quit!"
"That depends entirely on you and what effect that accusation made. If you're with me, I fight. If not well frankly I don't know." "'Member the mill, when he burn down?" "Yes." "You no believe Ba'teese did heem. Oui, yes? Well, now I no believe either!" "Honestly, Ba'tiste?" Houston had gripped the other man's arm. "You don't believe it? You don't " "Ba'teese believe M'sieu Houston.
"There is no time like the minute," answered the Canadian quietly. "To-night, you shall be Ba'teese, oui, yes. Ba'teese shall be you." Pulling his knit cap on his head, he went out into the darkness and to the guardianship of the mill that belonged to a man who looked like his Pierre.
By'm'by, Medaine come. We will send her for men." "Medaine? That was she I heard talking?" "Oui. She had come to ask me if she should bring me food. She was riding. Ba'teese sen' her away. But she say she come back to see if Ba'teese is all right." Houston shook his head. "That's good. But I'm afraid that you won't find her doing anything to help me out."
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