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Updated: July 18, 2025
We thought they'd eaten you Paulette found your cap out by the Caraquet road." Dudley, for whom the whole of La Chance had beaten the bush all one livelong night, whom his own sister had sworn was killed and eaten, Dudley made the best show of the three. He had a flask, of course, when had he not?
"In Thompson's stope," Collins corrected drily. "You see, we thought you and Macartney-Hutton were working together, and we didn't see our way to tackling the two of you at once. So when you went off to Caraquet with Miss Paulette, we thought we'd get Hutton cleared out of this before you got back again. We kind of let him see us leave work in the mine and sneak into the old stope.
If no one saw Dunn and Collins going out to Caraquet I bet they're laid up somewhere on your road yet, waiting for your next trip! And as if that wasn't worry enough, poor old Thompson has to go out of his mind and come back here to be found dead and I mean to find out how!" He was working himself up into one of his senseless rages, and he turned on Macartney furiously. "You knew him before I did!
He sat on my bed, biting his nails; and said what Macartney had said that we had too much gold at La Chance to run the risk of losing it by a better organized raid on it: and what I had known for myself that the mine output represented his only ready money for notes that were past renewing, and that it had to go out to Caraquet.
Why in the devil" drink and drugs do not make a man easy to work with, and you never knew when Dudley might turn on you with a face like a fiend "didn't you get back from Caraquet before? You'd nothing to keep you away this last week!" "I'd plenty," I returned drily. "And I may remind you that I didn't propose to have to walk back!" It was the first time I had mentioned my missing horse.
"It mayn't amount to anything, and I only shut up because I didn't want Macartney to take the wind out of my sails by saying so. It was just that if Thompson ever went to Caraquet it ought to be simple enough to find the boy who took his horse back to Billy Jones, and there's apparently no such boy in Caraquet!
"It was Miss Paulette; we thought it was you we heard her talking to, two nights in the dark. So when she drove off to Caraquet with you and the gold, after we'd heard her say she couldn't trust you at least, the man we thought was you we didn't know whether you were in with Hutton or not, or what kind of a game you were playing." "Me?" I swore blankly.
But if she had been going to answer, which I don't think she was, I cut her off. "We can't let Marcia rip don't talk nonsense, Collins! She's Dudley's sister, if she and Macartney are a firm. We can't clear out and leave her with a man like that!" "We can't take her to Caraquet," Collins argued with some point.
"Him and his wife got it in a note from Wilbraham, day before yesterday, when your teamsters stopped here on their way to Caraquet. They doubled up their teams with Billy's and took him and his wife along, and all their stuff. And I guess they'd been fired too, for they ain't come back. Mr. Macartney sent me over to see. Anything I can do for you?"
"What on earth is Skunk's Misery?" "A village at least, a den of dirt, chiefly; off this road, between Caraquet and Lac Tremblant." I was thankful to have something to think about that was neither her, or me, or Dudley.
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