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Collins's long passage had wormed behind Thompson's stope, behind the La Chance stables; and it was no wonder he had found it easy enough to get supplies from Charliet. All he had to do was to cross the clearing from the jutting rock that shielded his private entrance and walk into Charliet's kitchen door. I moved toward it, and Collins grabbed at me through the smothering snow.
I guessed Charliet was hiding under his bed, in which I wronged him. But I was not worrying about Charliet or cold rooms then. Paulette laid Marcia down on the floor, and I stood in the doorway. I did not believe the bunk-house men would come back till an open row suited Macartney's book, but there was no harm in commanding the outside doors of the shack, all the same.
Charliet had plenty of snowshoes cached away; I was always quick on my feet; and after I struck your track the rest was simple especially as you were fool enough to bring a girl here. I " but his level voice was suddenly thick with passion. "Get back! If you try to grab my gun I'll shoot you, and your boy too, like dogs! You'll stay still and listen to what I've to say.
And as the moonlight flickered back on the clearing I saw my clothes I had worn at Skunk's Misery and tossed out for Charliet to burn because they smelled, and something else that made me stare in pure surprise. There was a wolf gaunt, gray, fantastic in the moonlight rolling on my clothes; regardless of the human eyes on him and within ten feet of the house.
Macartney can't get us to-night." Though of that I was none too sure. Charliet might get rattled any moment and give us away. But there was no good in sticking at trifles. But Collins was an astute devil. "He won't," he rejoined as calmly as if I had spoken of Charliet out loud. "He won't get hurt, either; you can bank on that. Make up that fire, Dunn, and we'll give Miss Paulette the blankets."
I've been pretty wild, tied up here with this snow. But" sharply "where the devil's Marcia?" "Hidden away from Macartney, with Charliet to look after her." It was all I could bring myself to say, except that she thought Dudley was dead. "Does Macartney think so too?" the corpse demanded. "He worked hard enough to feel safe in thinking it," I returned bitterly, and came out with the whole story.
But one glance was all I gave to Marcia. I said: "For heaven's sake, Paulette, don't look like that! I'm top-sides with Macartney now. Got him tied up. Come into the kitchen till I speak to you. I want Charliet " But as I pushed Paulette before me, into the kitchen just across the passage from Marcia's room, I stopped speaking.
He said Dick was looking for me, and to lie still, while he got him away; then to race for the shack and hide just outside the front door, till he came for me but before he could finish Dick ran down on the two of us, with a lantern. He'd have fallen over me, if Charliet hadn't stopped him by yelling that I'd run for the bush. I think he grabbed the lantern but anyhow, they both tore off.
I was making for my own room, to see if Thompson's resurrected cards would shed any light on his crazy scrawls, when I heard a poker drop in the living room. Somebody was in there, raking up the fire. Charliet had gone after Macartney, with Dudley and Baker.
But she showed no sign of it. "I had to come," she said gently. "Marcia really wants Billy Jones's wife: she won't let me wait on her, and of course Charliet can't do it. You believe me, don't you? I didn't come just for a drive with you!" I believed that well enough, and I nodded. "Then," said my dream girl quietly, "will you please stop the horses?" I looked round.
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