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The brave Captain Courteau was amongst them, as was Lieutenant Lallouette. The Russian gunners were attempting to reload their guns when they were cut down by our men. We had few wounded, almost all the injuries having been fatal.
I daren't even try." When, at a late hour, Count Henri Courteau entered the establishment that bore his name he was both surprised and angered to find his wife still awake. The guests of the hotel were asleep, the place was quiet, but the Countess was reading in an easy-chair beside the office stove. She was in negligee, her feet were resting upon the stove fender.
"Have you anything to say for yourself?" The chairman addressed himself to Phillips. "I have." Pierce again took the stand. "You're making a great mistake," he said, earnestly. "These men have lied; they're trying to save themselves at my expense. I've told you everything, now I demand that you wait to hear the Countess Courteau or Mr. Linton. They'll prove where I spent last night, at least."
"Call the Marquis of Queensberry," shouted still a third. "Countess Courteau!" repeated the chairman, using his hands for a megaphone. The cry was taken up by other throats. "Countess Courteau! Countess Courteau!" they mocked. "Come, Countess! Nice Countess! Pretty Countess!" There was a ribald note to this mockery which caused Phillips' eyes to glow. "She and the count have just left the palace.
Or maybe they'll kill him and get away. I don't care which way it goes " "Don't talk like that!" Rouletta exclaimed. "I mean it," Laure ran on, crazily. "Yes, Joe'd kill anybody that stood in his way or doublecrossed him. I guess I know. Why, he told me so himself! And Courteau knew it, perfectly well the poor fool! but look at him now. He got his, didn't he?"
They're back in Dyea now, the whole works." The Countess Courteau exploded with a man's oath. Her face was purple; her eyes were blazing. "Danny Royal, Kirby's man, done it. Sam's gone on to Linderman to build a boat. I saw Danny curled up on the chief's ear while you were loading. After you'd gone him and the old pirate followed.
He told himself that ordinary gratitude demanded that he thank the Countess Courteau for her service to him, but as a matter of fact he was less interested in voicing his gratitude than in merely seeing her again.
Bridges' words were cut short by an exclamation from Doret, who had approached, in company with the Countess Courteau. "Hallo!" the French Canadian broke in. "Dere comes dat beeg barge." Out from the lower end of the gorge the Kirby craft had emerged; it was plunging along with explosions of white foam from beneath its bow and with its sweeps rising and falling rhythmically.
The Countess Courteau had called him a boy. This wasn't a boy's business; this was a real man-sized adventure. "Gee! What a day this has been!" he said to himself. The story of the first trial at Sheep Camp is an old one, but it differs with every telling.
Courteau was not loud nor blatant; nevertheless, his triumphant demeanor, his proprietary air, fairly shouted the fact that he had tamed this woman and was exhibiting her against her inclinations. At every bar he forced her to drink with him and with his friends; he even called up barroom loafers whom he did not know and introduced them with an elaborate flourish.
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