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Maybe he's learned." There was no reply, and he went on. "Maybe he's wishin' he'd treated you right, Davi'. Maybe he'd gi' something to marry you now. Maybe. Wal, he's had his chance an' throw'd it." There was an impressive pause. Presently Jean spoke again. "Guess we'll be gittin' on soon. The mission's a good place fer wimmin as hasn't done well in the world, I reckon.
Davi's most as dead sick of it as me, but wher' she went into it fer a frolic an' to please you, I had my notions, I guess. I come clear away down from Peace River nigh on two summers ago jest fer to see that you acted squar' by that misguided girl. An' that's why I done all your dirty work in this White Squaw racket. Now we've got the boodle you're goin' to hitch up wi' Davi', or "
"I gave it away to Whitney. I couldn't get at Davi er, Dave, to see if it wasn't possible to keep Joe away from that meeting." "It would come some time it better be to-night," said the old gentleman briefly. "Well, is that all?" "Yes, sir; only that they are to toss a cloak over Joe's head, and carry him off for a little initiation fun." "Ah!" Old Mr. King sat quite straight. "Thank you, Mr.
Jean eyed his prisoner coldly as he drew up beside him. "Wal, I've waited fer you to say as ye'll marry Davi', an' ye ain't had the savvee to wag yer tongue right, I'm goin' to quit. The snow's goin' fast. They dogs o' mine is gettin saft fer want o' work. I'm goin' to light right out o' here, Victor, an' the boodle's goin' wi' me." Jean was the picture of strong, unimaginative purpose.
You an' me are goin' to talk, Victor Gagnon." The trader glanced angrily at the man with the hood. "See here, Jean Leblaude, you allus had a crank in yer head, an' I don't cotton to cranks anyhow." "But you'll cotton to this," replied Jean drily. "Eh?" "It's nigh on to three year since you an' sister Davi' took on together," he went on, ignoring the interruption, and speaking with great feeling.
A quiet and inconspicuous example of exquisite refinement in Gothic bas-relief is to be seen in the medallioned "Portail aux Libraires" at the Cathedral in Rouen. This doorway was built in 1278 by Jean Davi, who must have been one of the first sculptors of his time.
Say, you ain't goin' to marry that gal; ye never meant to. You're a skunk, an' I'd as lief choke the life out o' ye as not. But I'm goin' to pay ye sorer than that. Savvee? Ye'll bide here till Davi' comes. I'll jest fix this wedge in your mouth till I've cleared them drivers out o' the store. I don't fancy to hear your lungs exercisin' when I'm busy." With easy deftness Jean gagged his prisoner.
If he'd 'a' acted straight ther'd 'a' been no call fer me to step in. He didn't. He ain't settin' you right, Davi'; he can't even act the thief decent. He'd 'a' robbed you an' me, an' left you what you are. Wal, my way goes." Then he turned to Victor and briefly told him Davia's story of the mountain tragedy. As he came to the climax the last vestige of the trader's insolence vanished.
They believe that the middle part of the globe rises to a ridge, and that the antarctic star is perceptible after that elevation is passed. At all events they have seen constellations entirely different from those of our hemisphere. Such is their story, which I give you as they told it. Davi sunt, non Oedipi. From them Ptolemy began to reckon longitude.
Then Jean's words came slowly. He expressed no emotion, no passion; just the purpose of a strong man who moves relentlessly on to his desired end. Gagnon realized to the full the calamity which had befallen him. "Ye'll wait right here till Davi' gits back. She's goin' to git her ears full o' you, I guess. Say, she was sweet on you mighty sweet. But she's that sensible as it don't worry any.
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