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"It is a pity, monsieur, that you are not acquainted with Captain Duhamel," he said dryly, "because I cannot take you to St. Boniface. But undoubtedly Captain Duhamel will assist you and your friend on your way to the Château Duchaine." "Why do you suppose that I am going to the Château Duchaine?" I inquired angrily. He flared up, too.
It is lucky that I found you, monsieur, or assuredly you would soon have been dead. But for your dog " "My dog!" I exclaimed. "Certainly, a dog came to me and brought me a mile out of my route to where you were lying. But, now, come to think of it, it disappeared and has not returned. Perhaps it was sent to me by le bon Dieu." "Where is Mlle. Duchaine?" I burst out.
He had put one arm round his daughter, and he seemed to understand that Simon was maltreating her, and to wish to defend her; but his wits were still wandering, and I saw that he understood only a little of what was passing. "Louis d'Epernay is dead!" cried Simon, shaking the old man again. "Well, well!" answered Duchaine, stroking his long beard with his free hand. "So Louis is dead!
All finish now," he answered. Simon drew back a pace and watched him, and I heard him breathing like one who has run a race. "You come here one, two year ago," Pierre continued. "You eat up home of M. Duchaine, my master. Old M. Duchaine my master, too. I belong here. You eat up all, come back, eat up some more. Then you sell Mlle. Jacqueline to Louis d'Epernay. You made her run 'way to New York.
A few minutes' conversation with him cleared up the mystery. This was the first he had heard that two girls had ridden in his "saloon" the night before! His name, he told them, was Duchaine, and he said that he came from Lewiston, Maine. "Maybe you've heard of me," he said to Addison, with a somewhat painful smile. "The boys down there call me Big Pumplefoot."
There, just as he was poising himself to leap, I seized him by the arm. "M. Duchaine! M. Duchaine! Stop!" I implored him. "Don't you know that I am your friend and only wish you well? I am your friend your daughter Jacqueline's friend. I want to save you!" He did not attempt violence, but gazed at me with hesitation and pathetic doubt. "They want to catch me," he muttered. "They want to hang me.
You know too much. Sometime he kill me, too, or I kill him. Once I live in old château at St. Boniface with old M'sieur Duchaine. Good days then, not like how. Hunt plenty game. Fine people come from Quebec, not like Simon. M'sieur Charles small boy then. All finish now." "Pierre," I said, taking him by the arm, "what is the Old Angel le Vieil Ange?" He stared stolidly at me.
"I don't know who my friends are, Simon," answered Duchaine, in his mild, melancholy voice. "What do you want?" "Why, I want you, Charles, my old friend," replied Leroux in a voice expressive of surprize. "You old fool, do you want to die? If you do, go with that gentleman. He comes from Quebec on government business." But I could plead better than that. I knew the symbol in his imagination.
Half an hour more should see us outside the tunnel beyond the mountains. And this was the day on which Père Antoine would be expecting me. It seemed incredible that so much could have happened in four-and-twenty hours. But there was no sign of Charles Duchaine. And I did not intend to jeopardize our future for the sake of the crazed old man. "Jacqueline," I said, "let us go on.
The wheel went crashing to the floor and bounded and rebounded out of the room and along the little hall. Philippe jumped in terror from the place where he crouched. And then the last strand broke, and I was free to slip the cords from my limbs. "You old fool!" screamed Leroux, catching Duchaine by the wrists. But Charles Duchaine possessed the strength of a madman.
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