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And Ba'tiste was there, to boom at him, to call Golemar's attention to the fact that a visit to a physician in Boston had relieved the bandaged arm of all except the slightest form of a splint, and to literally lift Houston into the buggy, tossing his baggage in after him, then plump in beside him with excited happiness. "Bon!" he rumbled. "It is good you are back. Ba'teese, he was lonely.
Houston asked the question with a dullness that caused the aged trapper to turn almost angrily upon him. "How? Is eet putty that you are made of? Is eet but no, Ba'teese, he, what-you-say, misplace his head. You think there is no chance, eh? Mebbe not. Me'bbe " "I found a copy of that contract in our files. The clerk I had in the office was in the conspiracy.
He patted his heart with a big hand. "But you you not tell the truth. I know. I tickle your feet." "You're crazy!" "So, mebbe. Ba'teese have his trouble. Sometime Ba'teese wish he go crazy like you say." The face suddenly aged. The twinkling light left the eyes. The big hands knitted, and the man was silent for a long moment. Then, "But Ba'-teese he know see?"
M'sieu Thayer, he is no good. So eet is not that. You know the way back? Bon good. Go to the cabin. Ba'teese will try to learn who eet is, this Blackburn." They parted, Ba'teese to lounge back into the tiny town, Houston to take the winding road which led back to the cabin.
They reached the sled, and Ba'tiste pointed to the seat. "In there," he ordered. "Ba'teese will walk. Ba'teese afraid too close." And then, in silence, the trip to town was made, at last to draw up in front of the boarding house. Houston called to a bystander. "Is the 'phone working to Montview?" "Yeh. Think it is. Got it opened up yesterday."
Wondering, he returned to his seat beside his partner. "It was she, Ba'tiste," came with conviction. "I got a good look at her before she noticed me. Then, when I pointed she turned her head away." "But Ba'teese, he see her." "She's going back. What do you suppose it can mean? Can she be " "Ba'teese catch the nex' train to Tabernacle so soon as we have finish our business. Eet is for no good."
The big French-Canadian pulled at his beard. "Peuff! Eet is like the ground hog," he announced. "Eet is underground already." "Yeh. But I've got to get in there. The wire might be working." "So? We will help, Baree and Ba'teese. Come we get the shovels." Even that was work. The town simply had ceased to be; the stores were closed, solitude was everywhere.
You look like my Pierre. My Pierre, he could do no wrong. Ba'teese satisfy." It sent a new flow of blood through the veins of Barry Houston, that simple, quiet statement of the old trapper. He felt again a surge of the fighting instinct, the desire to keep on and on, to struggle until the end, and to accept nothing except the bitterest, most absolute defeat.
At last: "I should think you would wait until you could consult a doctor before you'd say a thing like that." "So? It has been done." "And he told you " "Nothing. He does not need to even speak to Ba'teese." A great chuckle shook the big frame "Ba'teese know as soon as l' M'sieu Doctaire." "On good terms, aren't you? When's he coming again?" "Parbleu!" The big man snapped his fingers. "Peuff!
The French-Canadian still stared at the ruins. "Eet is all Ba'teese' fault " "I thought you were my friend, Ba'tiste." "Sacre! I am." "Then show it! We'll not be able to make a case against the firebugs even though you and I may be fairly sure who did it. Anyway, it isn't going to break us. I've got about fifteen thousand in the bank.
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