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And as he dropped Kootanie George fell with him, the big Canadian's broad chest taking the first of the flying bullets. Drennen and Max fired almost at the same instant, the rifles snapping together. Too close to miss a target like that, and Sefton, clutching at his horse's mane, slipped from the saddle and to the ground. "Lemarc," shouted Max sternly, "come on!
This was by far the most dangerous place on the Mississippi, and Xavier was never weary of recounting many perilous escapes there, or telling how such and such a priceless cargo had sunk in the mud by reason of the lack of skill of particular boatmen he knew of. And indeed, the Canadian's face assumed a graver mien after the Walnut Hills were behind us.
"Only I soon found out why my harpoon had not entered its skin and was blunted." "Why, Ned, why?" "Because, Professor, that beast is made of sheet iron." The Canadian's last words produced a sudden revolution in my brain. I wriggled myself quickly to the top of the being, or object, half out of the water, which served us for a refuge. I kicked it.
The American put his bony pale hand almost sullenly into the Canadian's brawny palm, and after suffering the pressure, returned to his interesting pursuit of whittling, which he continued in silence for the rest of the voyage.
I can see no superiority in the Englishman's colloquialisms of "runnin'," "playin'," "goin'," to the Canadian's "cut it out," "get out," "beat it." One is the slovenliness of languor. The other is the rawness of vigor.
Isidore could not but think that the honest Canadian's attachment to him had something to do with this determination, and he would fain have persuaded him to reconsider his resolve, but it was to no purpose. The rest of the day was accordingly spent in making preparations for their departure, and on the following morning they set out on their journey.
The day you're ready, alert us and we're with you. I turn it all over to you." That's how we ended this conversation, which later was to have such serious consequences. At first, I must say, events seemed to confirm my forecasts, much to the Canadian's despair.
The horse was not ten feet from him and yet it was hard to distinguish that darker blot in the darkness which bespoke the brute's body. "What is it?" It was the voice of Kootanie George from the big Canadian's bed some fifty feet away. It was the first time George had spoken to Drennen. Drennen answered quietly: "One of the horses has broken his rope."
First he tuned for a few moments and then sent the call which had accompanied the first Canadian's "SOS". Then he threw back the switch and received a speedy answer. There seemed to be an almost spasmodic eagerness in the manner in which he sent his acknowledgment. "I heard your call for help," was Cub's next cast. "Who was that fellow that snapped you up so sassy?"
You don't figger to get much sleep, do you?" "Non. No. But me, I'm strong feller; I can sleep hangin' up by de ear if I got to." "What's the big idea?" "Eh?" Doret was frankly puzzled. "Wat you mean, 'beeg idea'?" "What d'you expect to get out of all this?" "M'sieu'!" The French Canadian's face flushed, he raised his head and met the gaze of the two men.
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