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They can't be a mile ahead. Let 'em slip between our fingers?" raved the officer. "I can't. I won't " "We mak' li'l fire an' look him over dat foot. Me, I t'ink you don' walk no more for two, free week'." "You go! I'll deputize you! Get 'em, Doret, quick! You can do it! I'll wait! Go ahead!" The other nodded. "Sure, I can get 'em!
"Mr. Bowman wants you to go to the butcher's." "Call me June," he put in; adding: "Sure, Lem; the butcher's; we want a tenderloin, cut thick. You can't get any pep on greens; we ain't cattle." Doret felt that he would have been infinitely happier with his own thin fare. In a manner he got comfort from a pinch of hunger; somehow the physical deprivation gave him a sense of purification.
Together they mounted the stairs to the gallery above. "Wal, w'at I tol' you?" 'Poleon Doret exclaimed, cheerfully. "Me, I'm cut off for poor man. If one dose El Dorado millionaire' give me his pay-dump, all de gold disappear biffore I get him in de sluice-box. Some people is born Jonah." Despite this melancholy announcement 'Poleon was far from depressed.
He had it comin' to him," and with a gesture he seemed to brush a hideous picture from before his eyes. "Old Sam! Broad, it seemed, was incredulous. He undertook to bore his way into the crowd that was pressing through the saloon door, but Doret seized him. "Wait!" cried the latter. "Dat ain't all; dat ain't de worst." "Say! Where's Letty?" Bridges inquired. "Was she with him when it happened?
So he sought out the Canadian, and found him with Gale in the store, a scanty pile of food and ammunition on the counter between them. "Poleon," said he, "you're not going away?" "Yes," said Doret. "I'm takin' li'l' trip." "But when are you coming back?" The man shrugged his shoulders. "Dat's hard t'ing for tellin'. I'm res'less in my heart, so I'm goin' travel some.
Doret checked his volubility and stared at the soldier, whom he appeared to see for the first time. The little brown people in his arms stared likewise, and it seemed to Burrell that a certain distrust was in each of the three pairs of eyes, only in those of the man there was no shyness.
"If I had a brother I'd want him to love a girl like that." "But you have no brother, outside of 'Poleon Doret." Hilda was more than ever amazed when her companion laughed softly, contentedly. "I know, but if I had one, I'd want him to be like Pierce. I My dear, something has changed in me, oh, surprisingly!
How could she have foreseen such a wretched complication as this? Who would have dreamed that gay, careless, laughing 'Poleon Doret was like other men? Rouletta felt the desire to bend her head and release those scalding tears that trembled on her lashes. Lieutenant Rock was preparing for bed when 'Poleon, after some little difficulty, forced his way in upon him.
The other without hesitation produced a fold of currency, from which he transferred an amount to Lemuel Doret. It went into his pocket without a glance. He hesitated a moment, then added: "This will be all." Clegett nodded. "It might, and it might not," he asserted; "but you can't jam me. You're welcome to that, anyhow. It was coming to you. I wondered when you'd be round."
Luck finally seemed to break in favor of the pursuers; accident appeared to work in their behalf. The day was done, night was again upon them, when Doret sent back a cry of warning, and, leaping upon his sled, turned his leader at right angles toward the bank.
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