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Christine had come to kill the beast and, perhaps, the man. The man had saved her life, and now she had saved his; and together they had killed the bear which had maltreated Tom Ferrol. Castine's eyes were fixed on the dead beast.
Christine had come to kill the beast and, perhaps, the man. The man had saved her life, and now she had saved his; and together they had killed the bear which had maltreated Tom Ferrol. Castine's eyes were fixed on the dead beast.
As Shangois sang, Castine's brow knotted and twitched and his hand clinched on his pipe with a sudden ferocity. "Name of a black cat, what do you sing that song for, notary?" he broke out peevishly. "Nose of a little god, are you making fun of me?" Shangois handed him some tea.
As Shangois sang, Castine's brow knotted and twitched and his hand clinched on his pipe with a sudden ferocity. "Name of a black cat, what do you sing that song for, notary?" he broke out peevishly. "Nose of a little god, are you making fun of me?" Shangois handed him some tea.
He gathered himself together for the next assault. Suddenly he felt that every particle of strength had gone out of him. He pulled himself up with a last effort. His legs would not support him; he shivered and swayed. God, would they never get that window open! His senses were abnormally acute. Another sound attracted him: the opening of the door, and a voice Vanne Castine's calling to the bear.
Mary!" said he, slapping his leg, "we'll have the bear at the wedding, and I'll have that farm of Vanne Castine's. What does he want of a farm? He's got a bear. Come, is it a bargain? Am I to have the mortgage? If you don't stick it in, I'll not let my boy marry your girl, Lavilette. There, now, that's my last word."
Ferrol had the secret of the Rebellion in his hands. A moment later Castine and his bear were out in the road. Lavilette leaned out of the window and mused. Castine's words of a few moments before came to him: "That British Colborne will hang us to our barn doors eh?" He shuddered, and struck a light. Mr. Ferrol slept in the large guest-chamber of the house. Above it was Christine's bedroom.
He raised his head, but his eyes were misty, and, seeing nothing, he leaned his head on his arm again. Suddenly he felt something near him. He swung round swiftly, and saw Vanne Castine's bear not fifteen-feet away from him! It raised itself on its hind legs, its red eyes rolling, and started towards him.
Castine's lantern stood in the middle of the floor, and between it and the window lay Ferrol, the broken bayonet still clutched in his right hand. Lavilette dropped on his knees beside him and felt his heart. It was beating, but the shirt and the waistcoat were dripping with blood where the bear had set its claws and teeth in the shoulder of its victim.
When it stirred, as if in response to Shangois's song, the chains rattled. He was fastened by two chains to a staple driven into the foundation timbers of the house. Castine's bear might easily be allowed too much liberty! Once he had killed a man in the open street of the City of Quebec, and once also he had nearly killed Castine.
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