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"If I could," he whispered, "I'd make you foreman this instant, and round up all the bohunks out of jail. But that ain't what I want you for. Are you a real Indian?" "Naw," drawled Mavy. "I'm a Chinee, with a bit o' Pole thrown in." Torrance showed he could appreciate humour like that. "I mean, can you follow a trail?" The halfbreed's eyes danced.
Werner removed his hat and twirled it in his hand. Twice he cleared his throat before he could bring himself to speak. "We've been sent sent by the general body of workmen " "The bohunks, you mean," drawled Torrance with deliberate insult. "Drop the gush, Lefty. What do you want? . . . And you won't get it." Werner turned anxious eyes on his two stolid friends for moral support.
So often they had talked it over, and always neither was quite satisfied. A conflict of emotions was in her face now; her life's dream was there, her great fear. "They shouldn't be hard for you to get," she marvelled. "Far easier than the camp stables." "I lef 'em to the last. The boss is cuter'n a thousand bohunks.
Bill came down on the metal plunger of the horn with all his might, and Casey jumped perceptibly and came back grinning. "She'll do. What'll put a crimp in Casey Ryan's spine is good enough for anybody. Bring her out here and show me how yuh work the damn thing. Guess she'll hold six Bohunks, won't she with sideboards on?
Arrived within a stone's throw of the shack, and having heard no sound, he knew that his conclusions as to the disposition of the bohunks were correct. Swinging out wide of the grade, he skirted about in the darkness in search of isolated prowlers. The stable was reached without incident.
The danger lay not in what the bohunks demanded they could resist that but in the insolent confidence that put the demand into words. Therein, was displayed a disturbing sense of power, a reckless daring to strike the boss in his most sensitive convictions. It could only mean that they were prepared to bring matters to a head without loss of time.
At any risk, until he could go to them with clean hands, he would not let the Police know he was still alive. He knew their relentlessness in the chase; and he must be free in order to redeem himself. That very night, straight from eaves-dropping at the bohunks' meeting, he had crept back to Torrance's stable and found it locked.
To the bohunks, mildly staring after the vanishing halfbreed, his method of reaching the top was merely foolishly exhausting; but several weeks of acquaintance had taught them to accept his silent peculiarities with nothing more than casual wonder, though they disliked him for his unsociability, for the cold contempt that twisted his lips, and for the stifled volcano that smouldered within his squinting eyes.
He says if he quarreled with her she'd go back to her father, and then he'd lose the Bohemian vote. There are a great many Bohunks in this district. But when you find a man under his wife's thumb you can always be sure there's a soft spot in him somewhere." Nils thought of his own father, and smiled. "She brought him a good deal of money, didn't she, besides the Bohemian vote?" Mrs.
"I'm not, of course!" "Sometimes I question it. Werner and Morani and Heppel were sent by the bohunks. With Koppy they have the whole bunch in the hollow of their hands. We couldn't face a strike at this time of the year; we'd never get another crew now till next spring and you couldn't stand that. . . . Don't imagine you've cowed them through their delegation.
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