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I'd like to see Unc' Bernique aint seen him simlike fer a long time." Their horses were tethered in a little glade below them and they went into the glade as they talked. "We like Uncle Bernique, don't we, Piney?" suggested Steering, relishing Piney's reference to the old Frenchman.
He's took my side always. Y'see, I aint got no people an' I just ride araoun'. Y'see," Piney quivered with boyish fire, "I just got to ride araoun'. I cayn't stay on no farm an' in no haouse. Kills me. I got to git to the woods an' the hills. An' Unc' Bernique he stands by me, an' keeps me in his shack whend they's any trouble abaout it. Y'see, some people think I oughter oughter work!"
But me an' Unc' Bernique will strike you sometime, somewheres along the trail. S'long!" "So long, Piney, so long!" The boy turned his pony to the hills. The man on the porch came on out to take charge of Bruce and Bruce's horse. Black night settled down. Through the darkness cut the sound of the squawking geese, the tinkling cow-bells, the grunting hogs. Lonely, lonely Missouri!
You might sell your rights of discovery, might not you?" "Non! Non! There is othaire thing, there is a most good possibilitee, thees mother lode, Mistaire Steering, it come out, I think it come out somewhere, eh? Mistaire Steering, have you got leetle mawney?" "That's exactly how much, Uncle Bernique, a little."
"The troub' has been," went on Bernique feverishly, "that we have not looked for the ore in that place where the ore is " "That's always the troub'," muttered Piney. He had got his composure back and he seemed now rather good-naturedly contemptuous. Piney's was not a nature to accommodate itself to the exaltation of an ore find.
"The mother lode runs through the Canaan Tigmores," went on Bernique hurriedly, "of that I am now convince', but it comes to the surface, it comes to the surface, ah, God above! I expire with it, let us go to Choke Gulch, and I will show you where it comes to the surface!"
"Y'see, she knows abaout the Tigmores naow," went on Piney steadily. "Unc' Bernique didn' tell her. I told her." "Piney!" Steering, warm with wrath, turned upon Piney savagely, "You little fool! You brutal little fool!" he cried fiercely. "It's a good thing that you're just a boy, Piney and you, you! profess to love " "Mist' Steerin'." Piney had a man's dignity all in a minute.
"Miss Sally, he set his jaw an' he ketched Unc' Bernique by the arm an' helt him an' made him swear like this, 'You by your love for Piney's young mother, I by my love for Salome Madeira, that never, s'help us God, will you or I carry word of this to Crittenton Madeira and his daughter Salome' sumpin like that, Miss Sally. I don' adzackly remember the words."
"But what I can, I will!" he cried, and clenched his hands proudly. "Fer her an' an' fer him!" he choked. Whatever he meant to do, his young passion for Salome Madeira and his young affection for Steering, his hero, leaped out on his face whitely. "She loves him, too, Unc' Bernique!" he cried in a final, broken crescendo. Old Bernique stared at the boy in exaltation.
Where did you learn all this?" "Wy, Miss Sally," cried the boy, a great, painful reluctance in his voice, "that old varmint Grierson writtend another letter to Unc' Bernique an' had a man hold it up an' not mail it till las' week. Then he lay daown an' died.
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