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Boniface to have a sleigh and dogs at your disposal when you arrive, and a tent, food, and sleeping bags," continued Captain Dubois, "for it must be a hundred and fifty miles from St. Boniface to the Château Duchaine. It is not a journey that a woman should take in winter," he added with a sympathetic glance at me, "but doubtless your lady knows the way and the journey well."
Just wait a moment. I want to talk business." "I have no business to talk with you," I answered. "But I did not say it was with you, monsieur," he answered in sneering tones. "It is with our friend, Duchaine. Hol
"Because you become part heir of the seigniory by your husband's death!" he shouted; and then he took Charles Duchaine by the arm and began shaking him violently. "Listen, you old fool!" he cried. "Your son-in-law is dead Louis d'Epernay!" Charles Duchaine looked at Leroux in his mild way.
Pierre Caribou opened this and shook them out on the ground. Except where their edges had been exposed, they were in good condition, and were thick enough to lie upon without much discomfort. The interior of the cave was pleasantly warm, though moist. "M. Duchaine, he make this place in case gov'ment come take him," explained Pierre as he placed the rugs on the floor.
"Bo'jour, Père Antoine," said the shopkeeper deferentially, fixing his eyes rather timidly upon the old priest's face. "Eh bien, who is this with whom thou gossipest concerning the daughter of M. Duchaine?" inquired Father Antoine, looking at me keenly. "Only a customer a stranger, monsieur," answered the proprietor, rubbing his hands together.
When I stood there before the room had been as dark as pitch, but now a flicker of light was at the far end. A voice cried: "M'sieur! M'sieur! I have not forgotten thee!" It was Pierre Caribou. I saw his figure silhouetted against the light of the flaring candle which he held in his hand. Duchaine had placed one arm about his daughter's waist, and was urging her along.
I cried, more amused now than vexed. "That," answered Tom, "is precisely why I want to get hold of you again, Mr. Hewlett." "But here is Mlle. Duchaine!" shouted the old priest in despair. Tom Carson raised his fat old body about five inches and made Jacqueline what he took to be a bow. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss," he replied. "Ah, well, it doesn't matter.
"He wishes to see a dog collar, was it not?" he continued, turning nervously toward me. "You talk too much," said Père Antoine roughly. "Now, monsieur," he said, addressing me in fair English, "what is the nature of your business that it can possibly concern either M. Duchaine or his daughter? Perhaps I can inform you, since he is one of my parishioners."
"In fact, it has never passed out of the hands of the original owners, because it is almost uninhabitable in winter, except by Indians. I understand that M. Duchaine has built himself a fine château there; but then he is a recluse monsieur, and probably not ten men have ever visited it. But mademoiselle is too fine a woman to be imprisoned there long " "How could one reach the château?"
When I explained that I wanted to secure two passages to St. Boniface, his brows contracted. "So you, too, are going to the Château Duchaine!" he exclaimed. "Is there not room for two more on the boat of Captain Duhamel?" I disclaimed all knowledge of Duhamel, but he looked entirely unconvinced.
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