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'Poleon wagged his head in bewilderment. "I don' savvy dis new kin' of law you feller is bring in de country. S'pose I say, 'M'sieu' Jodge, I know dis boy long tam; he don' steal dat gold. De Jodge he say, 'Doret, how much money you got? T'ousand dollar? I say, 'Sure! I got 'bout t'ousand dollar. Den he tell me, 'Wal, dat ain't 'nough.
He had brought his gun with him, and this weapon, peeping forth from under Poleon's blanket, had betrayed him. "I want to go 'long!" shrieked the little man "I like you best of all!" At which Doret took him in his arms and hugged him fiercely. "Wal, I guess you don' t'ink 'bout dem beeg black bear at night, eh?" But this only awoke a keener distress in the junior Gale.
His companion understood the meaning of that move, but the Police team was less responsive to command, and before Rock could swing them he felt his feet sink into soft slush. "Dam' overflow!" Doret panted when the two teams were safely out upon the bank. "You wet your feet, eh?"
Pierce, of course, had denied his guilt, but his total inability to explain how the gold-dust in dispute came to be concealed in the cashier's cage, to which no one but he had access, had left the Police no alternative except to hold him. By the time 'Poleon arrived Pierce had been locked up for the night. Drawing Rock aside, Doret put in an earnest plea for his young friend.
He produced a thick roll of yellow-backed currency and detached a small bill. "I'll finance this campaign." Lemuel Doret was confused by the rapidity with which the discredited past was re-created by Bowman's mere presence.
"I told him," she volunteered further, "he didn't belong on the boardwalk but in the rough joints past the avenue." Paying for his drink Doret left the Torquay; and following the slight pressure of two suggestions and a faint possibility he found himself in a sodden dark district where a red-glass electric sign proclaimed the entrance to the World.
The wind flapped her garments and cut her bare cheeks like a knife; when she pushed her way into the Rialto and stamped the snow from her feet her face was wet with tears; but they were frost tears. She dried them quickly and with a song in her heart she hurried back to the lunch-counter and climbed upon her favorite stool. There it was that Doret and his two elderly companions found her.
This was the reason that Doret gave the part of Orpheus to a contralto, just as is done at the Opéra-Comique. The poetic character of the part of Orpheus lends itself excellently to such a feminine interpretation. But in resuming the key of the Italian score, it is necessary to go back, at least to a considerable degree, to the instrumentation.
Now, therefore, he was the center of attention, and wagers were laid that he would catch his men, however rapidly they traveled, however great their start. Only a few old-timers "sour-doughs" from the distant reaches of the Yukon knew 'Poleon Doret, but those few drew close to him and gave the lieutenant little notice.
Now the emphasis was sharply on the first word. "What's going to keep me?" "You're my wife," he replied simply; "we have a child." "Times have changed, Snow," Bowman interrupted. "You ought to read the papers. This is ladies' day. The old harem stuff don't go no longer. They are emancipated." "Lemuel," Doret insisted, a narrowed hard gaze on the other man; "Lemuel Doret."
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