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And it was that minute that unsuitable, inimical minute that I heard some one move! Outside, on the doorstep, somebody stumbled. The latch lifted, the door swung in, and I jumped to meet Macartney with not one thing on me but some fool snowshoes and a pocketful of useless cartridges. But I brought up dead still, and rigid. "Charliet oh, Charliet, come quick," whispered Paulette.
Supposing he were to see only me, alone in Thompson's stope, he might never know she was here too!" "Dunno what you mean," Collins snapped. And I snapped back: "I mean that if we blow a clean hole at the tunnel entrance, and I burst out of it and run, I can get the whole gang after me and make time for you and Charliet to get Paulette away somewhere, by the back door."
"She'd give one yell, and we'd be done. Macartney's either got the girl and Charliet, or they're lost in the snow and he's hunting for them. Let's get some guns and go see which; we're crazy to stay here!" I nodded mechanically.
Her arms were still on my shoulders as I knelt by her, and suddenly her voice turned low and anxious. "What do you suppose became of Charliet? He's so faithful. We can't leave him for Dick to turn on when he can't find me!" I was not thinking of Charliet. I couldn't honestly care what had become of him, with my dream girl in my arms. I may as well tell the truth; I forgot Dudley, too.
I would have forgotten the thing in the morning, only that when I got up all my Skunk's Misery clothes had disappeared, and Charliet had not taken them, because I asked him. I did not mention last night's wolf to him, because I was in a hurry to catch Dudley and tell him I meant to leave La Chance.
But somehow the darkness round me did not smell like a mine, where men worked every day. It smelt cold, desolate, abandoned, like And suddenly I knew where Macartney's men had carried me when I was knocked out! It was no comfort to me that it was to the very place where I had meant to jail Macartney and hide Paulette, where Charliet and I were to have stood off Macartney's men.
I would not have known Collins's face as he asked what I meant about wolf dope now and when I thought I was swearing at Macartney in Thompson's stope. I told him, with my ears straining for Charliet and a girl creeping to us, through Collins's back way out. But all I heard was silence, that thick, underground silence that fills the ears like wool.
"Hang on you don't know who's there! Wait till I ring up Charliet, number one Wolf!" He stood back from me, and far, far off, with a perfect illusion of distance broken by the wind, I heard a wolf howl, once, and then twice again. If he had not stood beside me, I could not have believed the cry came from Collins's throat. But, remembering Dudley, it had an ill-omened sound to me. "Shut up!"
We would have to count Marcia in with Macartney's gang; and, remembering she had known me all her life, it made me smart. "Oh, Miss Wilbraham I should let her rip!" Collins returned callously. "Listen, Stretton; what you say's all very well, only we can't count on holding this place when we're discovered, while it's a matter of if Charliet can get guns!
"Charliet said we should have." Collins nodded when I stared. "Oh, yes, there's more to that French Canadian than just cook! He's been in the know about us here all this time, or we'd have been in a nice hole for grub. Mind, I don't say he's brave " "He was under his bed when I wanted him to-night," I agreed with some bitterness. "Was he?" Collins exclaimed electrically.
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