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"Read it aloud," said Bernique, and Steering read: "'Deep Canyon, Colorado, September 23rd, 1899, hey! what's the matter with the date, where's the slow-boy been?" "Read on, Mistaire Steering," said Bernique grimly. But Steering looked at the post-mark on the envelope in his hand before he read on. "Post-mark's dated April 23rd, 1900 why " "Read on!" cried old Bernique.
It was not to be forgotten that Old Bernique had emerged from the bridle-path in the Canaan Tigmores. "When did you make the find, Uncle Bernique?" he asked hoarsely. "Thees minute," control was coming back to the old man, he raised his head from Piney's shoulder and leaned toward Bruce "only thees minute!
It was not until the sun had long passed the zenith that the gorging and stuffing came to an end, and then it was only because word began to circulate among the people that "the mill was open"; that "the people could go down now," in fine, that the great hour of that great day had come. Following upon the rumour, François Placide DeLassus Bernique again mounted a stump.
"And also, Mistaire Steering, we have to the far south the Boston Range, in Arkansas, and far to the west the Kiamichi, in the Territoree." "Yes, but about these Canaan Tigmores, Mr. Bernique," insisted Steering, not at all deflected by Bernique's effort, "what about your Canaan Tigmores, Mr. Bernique?"
As he neared the top, he lifted his head and saw Piney and the pony outlined on the bald summit of the bluff. The boy made a trumpet of his hands and shouted to Bernique. "Hurry! For God's sake! So I cand talk to you!" Piney's was a reckless and impassioned young figure, cut out against the sky sharply, on a pony that danced like a dervish.
He tied Bernique's horse to a bush and drew the old man up the bluff. "Where have you been this time? Where is Piney? Hello! what's the matter with you anyhow? struck another lode?" Old Bernique spread out his palms avertingly. "You go fas'," he protested. "Wait, I beg. I have again had those exper-r-ience that so much disturb me.
That company of his is not so secure that it could stand a blow at its head. If I take the Tigmores, Uncle Bernique, listen a minute," he was pleading, "she has been used to much all her life. I can't take her father's fortune away from him. Don't you see that? I can't do anything. You understand?" he was commanding. Bernique jumped to his feet.
But where would our victory leave him, Uncle Bernique? Ah, you see?" The old man was shaking from head to foot. He clung close to Steering. "Oh, my God!" he moaned, "I will not let this thing be." "Yes, you will let it be! It is my affair even more than it is yours. You will do as I say about it, Uncle Bernique.
"I don' want Mist' Steerin' to look back an' see me here," the boy explained. In the growth where the hills began to roll down toward Choke Gulch, Piney stopped short, with a detaining hand upon Bernique's bridle. "I hearn," he said. His young face was so grey and solemn that Bernique regarded him questioningly. "I was simlike half asleep up there in the bushes.
"You are a Missourian, I see," said Steering, to keep his companion talking along the line of this enlivening enthusiasm. "Indeed, sair, yes. From that Saint Louis François Placide DeLassus Bernique, at your service." "Thank you. My name is Steering, from New York, if you please, but very deeply interested in Missouri just now, sir." From that on they made easy progress into acquaintance.
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