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I like you I not ask. You look like my Pierre who could do no wrong. So! Bon good! Ba'teese is your frien'. You have trouble? Ba'teese help." "I've had plenty of that, in the last two years," came quietly. "I think I've got plenty ahead of me. What do you know about Thayer?" "He no good." "Why?" "Ba'teese don' know. On'y he have narrow eyes too close together.

Ba'teese tell her about the flume and M'sieu Thayer, what he say. But Ba'teese " "What?" The trapper was silent a moment. At last: "You like her, eh?" "Medaine?" "No the other." "A great deal, Ba'teese. She has meant everything to me; she was my one friend when I was in trouble. She even went on the stand and testified for me. What were you going to say?" "Nothing," came the enigmatical reply.

A great sweep of the arm seemed to indicate all outdoors. "Ev'where the pine and spruce, it was Jacques! By'm'by, he go on and leave Medaine alone. Then she go 'way to school, but ev' summer she come back and live in the big house. And Ba'teese glad because he believe some day she love Pierre and Pierre love her and " Another silence. At last: "And then war came. My Pierre, he is but eighteen.

Eagerly Barry searched the thronging crowd, at last to catch sight of a gigantic figure, his wolf-dog beside him. He leaped from the car even before it had ceased to move. "Ba'tiste!" he called. "Ba'tiste!" Great arms opened wide. A sob came from the throat of a giant. "Mon Baree! Mon Baree!" It was all he could say for a moment. Then, "Mon Baree, he have come back to Ba'teese. Ah, Golemar!

"Ba'teese, he put eet down by a match in the shelter of a lumber pile," came at last. "Eet is all, what-you-say, scramble up. But we shall see ah, oui we shall see. Now," he looked toward Houston, waiting anxiously with paper and pencil, "we shall put eet in the list. So. One million ties, seven by eight by eight feet, at the one dollar and the forty cents. Put that down." "I have it. But what "

Around the corner of the last store he brought forth his telegram and placed it in the big man's hands. "That's addressed to me, but it should have gone to some one else. Who's J. C. Blackburn of Chicago?" "Ba'teese don't know. Try fin' out. Why?" "Have you read that message?" The giant traced out the words, almost indecipherable in places from creasing and handling. He looked up sharply.

"Some day, Ba'teese will fin' what he look for! When the cloud, he get heavy, Ba'teese, he go out there out to his Julienne and he kneel down and he pray that she give to heem the strength to go on to look and look and look until he find eet the thing he is want'! Ba'teese, he too have had his trouble. Ba'teese, he too would like to quit! But no, he shall not! And you shall not!

Golemar! You shall stay behind. You shall fall in the drift " The old man was talking excitedly, almost childishly. "No? Then come Eet is your own self that must be careful. Ba'teese, he cannot watch you. Come!"

"Which they can't. I'm going back to the camp and get more men." "No." Ba'tiste grinned. "We got enough you an' Ba'teese. I catch 'em with this. You take that club. If they get 'round me, you, what-you-say, pickle 'em off." But the expected attack did not come. An hour they waited, and a hour after that.

"Eet is the copy of the bid!" "The copy? The bid?" "From the Blackburn mill. There is no one aroun'. Ba'teese, he go through a window. Ba'teese, he find heem in a file. And he bring back the copy." "Then " "M'sieu Houston, he too will bid. But he will make it lower. And this," he tapped the scribbled scraps of paper, "is cheaper than any one else. Eet is because of the location.