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But I don't sleep the night because I think the dollaire come so slow and so many poor childs are sick." He picked up his rake and pike and went back to his labor. The man under the tree did not lose his smile. "Yonder is a brand of altruism that cannot be hypnotized or modified like Knight Chick's, I fear," he muttered. "You'd have to hit it on the head kill it with sticks!
You no pay " The man shrugged significantly. The girl stared, dumbfounded. "What do you mean? One hundred thousand dollars! Are you crazy?" The man stepped close, his eyes gleaming wickedly. "You reech. You pay un hondre t'ousan' dollaire, or, ba gar, you nevaire com' out de bush!" Chloe laughed in derision. "Oh! I am kidnapped! Is that it? How romantic!" The man scowled.
"Non! Non! De treize! De, w'at you call t'irten she repe't! A'm git mor' as seex hondre dollaire " The proprietor lumbered heavily from behind the bar and Benton noted that the thick fingers closed tightly about the handle of a bung-starter.
She say, 'feefty dollaire'! Dat more as seex hondre dollaire " "It's a lie!" cried the croupier fiercely, "the thirteen don't repeat. The sixteen win you kin see fer yourself. An' what's more, they can't no damn Injun come in here an' call me no " "Hold on!" The Texan shifted his glance to the croupier without easing the pressure on the gun. "If the sixteen win, what's the fifty bucks for?
"Thirty year I have work here. I live way up in the little room. Bread I eat with lard on it. It costs little. Of the six dollaire I save much. Ah, oui! Hist! Not for me I save it. Ah, non! To the priest I give it. To the good priest. And the poor childs what are sick he send 'em to the farm to have some outdoors.
The man's tone was truculent insulting. Chloe flushed with anger. "I am not going to leave the river! Why should I leave the river?" Again the man laughed; there was no need for concealment now. "Me, Vermilion, I'm know de good plac' back in de hills. We go for stay dere till you pay de money." "Money? What money?" "Un hondre t'ousan' dollaire cash! You pay, Vermilion he tak' you back.
Walker Farr found a comfortable indentation in the tree-trunk and settled his head there. "How much do you get a week for doing that, Etienne?" he inquired, with cool assurance. The old man glance sideways sharply, but the smile won him. "Six dollaire." "After supporting your family, what do you do with the rest of the money these generous mill-owners allow you?" "I never was marry."
The quizzical Frenchman detected in some of his clients a moneyed ability which raised them above their fellows. "I have salt," admitted the colonel, speaking English to men who did not understand French, "but I have not enough to make brine of de Okaw river. I bet you ten dollaire you have not money in your pockets to pay for it." More than half the pockets owned this fact.
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