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Chakawana nodded her pretty head vigorously. "What are you afraid of?" Boyd asked; but she merely stared at him with eyes as black and round as ox-heart cherries, then renewed her entreaty. When she had received permission and had hurried back to the house, her mistress remarked, with a puzzled frown: "I don't know what to make of her. She and Constantine have been acting very strangely of late.
Marsh repeated, obediently; but they saw the truth in his face. Cherry spoke directly to Miss Wayland now. "I have supported this little fellow and his mother for a year." She indicated the red-haired youngster in Constantine's arms. "That is all I care to do. When you people arrived, Mr. Marsh induced Chakawana to take the baby up-river to a fishing-camp and stay there until you had gone.
"The masculine sex seems to stand like a band of horse-thieves with this dame," Fraser remarked to his companion. "She thinks we're all liars." After a moment, Chakawana continued, "Where you go now?" "To the States; to the 'outside," Boyd answered. "Then you see Willis Marsh, sure thing. He lives there. Maybe you speak, eh?" "Well, Mr.
"If I see him, I'll give him your love," offered "Fingerless" Fraser, banteringly; but Chakawana's light-hued cheeks blanched perceptibly, and she cried, quickly: "No! No! Willis Marsh bad, bad man. You no speak, please! Chakawana poor Aleut girl. Please?" Her alarm was so genuine that they reassured her; and having completed their meal, they rose and left the room.
You must know Chakawana, the girl they call 'The Snowbird'?" "No." "Come, come! She knows you very well." "Ah, a mystery! He is concealing something!" cried Miss Wayland. Marsh directed a sharp glance at Boyd before answering. "I presume you refer to Constantine's sister; I was speaking generally of course, there are exceptions.
"Now I understand!" exclaimed Boyd. "It was you who stabbed him that night in the cannery." "Yes! Chakawana tell him what the pries' say 'bout woman what don' marry. My sister say she go to hell herself and don' care a damn, but it ain't right for little baby to go to hell too." "What do you mean by that?" asked Mr. Wayland.
When they passed from the store, with its shelves sadly naked now, to the cozy living quarters behind, his enthusiasm knew no bounds. Leaving Chakawana and her mistress to chatter and clack in their patois, he inspected the premises inside and out, peering into all sorts of corners, collecting souvenirs, and making friends with the saturnine breed.
The long voyage that had maddened the fishermen was at last at an end, and they were eager to begin their tasks. A three-mile pull brought the ship's boat to Cherry's landing, where Constantine and Chakawana met them, the latter hysterical with joy, the former showing his delight in a rare display of white teeth and a flow of unintelligible English.
She had hit upon the device of using Constantine and Chakawana largely by chance, for not until the previous day had she learned the truth. She had not dared to hope for such unqualified success, nor had she foreseen the tragic outcome. She had simply carried her plan through to its natural conclusion. Now that her work was done, she gave way completely and wept like a little girl.
"Chakawana she's good girl, and she go to church; I give money to the pries' too, plenty money every time, but he says that's no good she's got to be marry or she'll burn for always with little baby. By God! that's make her scare', because little baby ain't do nothing to burn that way. Mr. Marsh he say it's all damn lie, and he don't care if little baby do go to hell. You hear that?
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