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With a sudden gesture he had caught out his canvas bag and had poured the heavy contents upon the bunk beside him. Madden bent forward quickly, and a little gasp came into his throat, a new, more vivid tide of pink into his cheeks as he saw. Drennen shoved fifty dollars in minted gold to one side. "There's your change," he said crisply.
And, oddly enough, Kootanie George and Ramon Garcia went together as trail pardners. The one man who evinced no concern at what was going on was David Drennen. His calm was like that of a chip caught and held motionless for a little in the centre of a whirlpool while scores of other chips gyrated madly about him; himself the pivot about which all rotated while he seemed unmoved.
"If you don't want me to choke the tongue out of your head tell them you lied." "Messieurs, messieurs," cried poor old Marquette imploringly. "For the love of God! Tonight all mus' be gay, all mus' be frien's. It is the night Mamma Jeanne an' me we are marry fifty year . . ." Drennen snarled at him, shaking the thin old hand away angrily.
Garcia continued to win and to sing. Drennen lost as steadily as Garcia won. "No-luck" his nickname was "No-luck" the goddess at his elbow to-night. Without speaking, when the dice cup came around to him, he doubled the already doubled stakes. One other man, shaking his head, silently drew out of the game. The others accepted the challenge as it had been given, in silence.
You shall watch me; you shall see your diamonds circle in the sun before they go down into the lake! And then the gold is going where they go!" It seemed to him that now, at last, was he Lucky Drennen indeed. Never had he known how to make this woman suffer; now he believed that the way was made plain before him.
Even if Drennen slapped his face he would merely crawl away like a little bug, spitting venom. Drennen was standing ten feet from him and made no move to draw closer. "Did you hear me, Rand?" he demanded sharply. "I heard you," grumbled the trapper. "What's eatin' you, Dave, anyway?" "Tell them you lied."
He could only oppose his physical strength against the physical strength of a man who was an Antaeus from the madness and blood lust upon him. Sefton's white face went whiter, chalky and sick as Drennen's long arms encircled his body. Lemarc was rising slowly, his knife at last in his hand when Sefton's body, hurled far out, struck the ground. Drennen was not fighting as a man fights.
"Tell me about this girl. Who went with her?" "Not so many," muttered Marquette, "because she go quiet, in the dark. In the day the whole Settlement would follow, non? But Marc Lemarc, he go; an' M'sieu Sefton, he go; an' M'sieu Ramon, he go. . . ." "I'll give you a hundred dollars if you can tell me which way they went!" broke in Drennen crisply.
And no man living in MacLeod's Settlement had ever known Dave Drennen to sit into any sort of game until now. "Tiens!" whispered a dried up little fellow who had come down the river from Moosejaw during the afternoon. "There shall be fon, mes enfants! One day I see heem play la roulette in the place of Antoine Duart'. There shall be fon, mes enfants!
Then he laughed, that ugly laugh which few men had heard and those few had remembered. "Gold!" jeered Drennen. "It's a little pinch of gold, and you go crazy over it! You are a fool." "It's mine!" cried George again. He had won only a little over six hundred dollars and he could have afforded to have lost as much. But he was in the grip of the passion of the game.
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