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"Now, John, if it's here we're to go down, don't you get to studying over something else. It'll be time enough after we're at the bottom. Nancy, here's your chair." Mrs. Clallam began lifting the lighter things from the wagon. "Mart," said the father, "we'll have to chain lock the wheels after we're empty. I guess we'll start with the worst.
John began the tale of the galloping dots, and Jake stopped walking to listen the harder. "Yes," he said; "that's bad. That's jest bad. They hev carried a lot off to drink. That's the worst." He had little to say after this, but talked under his tongue as they went to the house, where he offered a bed to Clallam and Mart.
Clallam looked across the river. "It was so strange, John, the way they acted. It seems to get stranger, thinking about it." "They didn't see us. They didn't have a notion " "But if we're going right over?" "We're not going over there, Liza. That quick water's the Mahkin Rapids, and our ferry's clear down below from this place." "What could they have been after, do you think?" "Those chaps?
They were riding and shooting loose over the country like they always do on a drunk. And I'm glad they stole his stuff. What business had he to keep it at Billy Moon's old cabin and send me away up there to see it was all right? Let him do his own dirty work. I ain't going to break the laws on the salary he pays me." The Clallam family had gathered round Leander, who was stricken with volubility.
It had gone beyond card-playing with the company in the saloon; they seemed now to be having a savage horse-play, those on their feet tramping in their scuffles upon others on the floor, who bellowed incoherently. Elizabeth Clallam took Nancy in her arms and told her that nobody would come where they were. But the child was shaking. "Yes, they will," she whispered, in terror. "They are!"
It may have been hearing himself say this, but tone and voice dropped to the confidential and his sentences came with a chuckle. "Quarts to the horses and quarts to the Siwashes and a skookum pack of trouble all round, Mrs. Clallam!
Heartened by this proof that they were on the right road, John Clallam turned his horses over the brink. The slant steepened suddenly in a hundred yards, tilting the wagon so no brake or shoe would hold it if it moved farther. "All out!" said Clallam. "Either folks travel light in this country or they unpack." He went down a little way. "That's the trail too," he said.
"That was a good job. And I've had better, too; forty, fifty, sixty dollars better." "Shall we unpack the wagon?" Clallam inquired. "I don't know. You ever been to New Milford? I sold shoes there. Thirty-five dollars and board." The emigrants attended to their affairs, watering the horses and driving picket stakes.
The blanketed denizens of the reservation crossed to it, and the citizens who had neighboring cabins along the trail repaired here to spend what money they had. As Mrs. Clallam lay in her bed she heard customers arrive. Two or three loud voices spoke in English, and several Indians and squaws seemed to be with the party, bantering in Chinook.
And he seized her as she would have jumped into the stream. While they crossed, the Indians had tied their horses and rambled into the cabin. Jake came from it to stop the Clallams. "They're after your contract," said he, quietly. "They say they're going to have the job of takin' the balance of your stuff that's left acrosst the Okanagon over to this side." "What did you say?" asked Mrs. Clallam.
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