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But again he was interrupted by 'Poleon Doret, who once more bored his way into the crowd, crying: "Wait! I got somet'ing to say." He was breathing heavily, as if from a considerable exertion; perspiration stood upon his face; his eyes were flashing. He vaulted lightly to the platform, then flung out his long arms, crying: "You hack lak crazee mans.
Doret laid Necia's hand in that of her lover, and Burrell saw her smiling shyly up at him. Something gripped him chokingly, and he could utter no sound. There was nothing to say-she was here, safe, smiling, that was all. And the girl, beholding the glory in his eyes, understood. Gale caught her away from him then, and buried her in his arms.
"W'at you say?" "I wouldn't mind trying it," Pierce confessed, "but I have no outfit. I'm packing for wages. I'll be along when I get my grub- stake together." "Good! I go purty queeck now. W'en you come, I tak' you t'rough de canyon free. In one day I teach you be good pilot. You ask for 'Poleon Doret. Remember?" "I say!" Phillips halted the cheerful giant as he was about to rise.
"M'sieu's! W'at shall we do? Queeck! Tell me." But Tom and Jerry were helpless, hopeless. Doret stared at them; his hands came slowly together over his breast, his groping fingers interlocked; he closed his eyes, and for a moment he stood swaying. Then he spoke again as a man speaks who suffers mortal anguish. "She mus' not die! She mus' not die!
This power of rising to an emergency she had doubtless inherited from her father. "One-armed" Kirby had been a man of resource, and, so long as he remained sober, he had never lost his head. Swiftly the girl told of the instant suspicion that had attached to Phillips and of his prompt apprehension. "Who done dat shootin' if he don't?" Doret inquired, quickly.
My Lord! that's generous! You're a princely fellow, Doret, but the most you can give me is a job. Work? Yes, I'll eat that up." "All right. We talk 'bout dat 'noder tam. Now, mebbe so she lak hear de lates' news from you. Dere's plenty for tellin' her 'bout Joe McCaskey an' all de res'. You can spoke now, lak hones' man. Sapre! Don' you s'pose she's waitin' to hear you say you love her?
"Dere ain' goin' be no mistak'." "If he should refuse, I I'll marry SOME one, quick. I won't be laughed at by this camp; I won't be a joke. Oh, Poleon! I've given myself to him just as truly as if well, he he has taken my first kiss." Doret smote his hands together at this and began to roll his head backward from side to side, as if in some great pain, but his lips were dry and silent.
I wonder if she knows Why, she CAN'T know! I left her not two hours ago " "She don' know?" Pierce shook his head. "She doesn't dream. I wish I'D known. I'd have loved to tell her." 'Poleon Doret gazed fixedly, curiously at the speaker. He nodded his head. A peculiar, set, hopeless look crept into his eyes; his broad shoulders sagged wearily.
She seemed borne along on a mystic river of gloom that hissed and gurgled about her, invisible but all-pervading, irresistible, monstrous, only the ceaseless, monotonous creak of the rowlocks breaking the silence. Stark did not return to his cabin, but went back instead to his saloon, where he saw Poleon Doret still sprawling with elbows on the table, his hat pulled low above his sullen face.
"The fellow is a thief, a pig. He struck me. ME! You saw him. "Sure, I saw him!" the officer grinned. "I was afraid he'd miss you. Stop yelling and come along." With a nod that included the McCaskeys as well as the titled speaker he linked arms with Pierce Phillips and led the way out into the night. "W'at fool biznesse!" Doret indignantly exclaimed. "Dat boy is hones' as church."
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