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Lygon had no fixed purpose in taking a weapon with him; it was only a vague instinct of caution that moved him. In the canoe on the river, in an almost speechless apathy, he heard Dupont's voice giving him instructions.
For though none but the stranger had seen it, Jacques Dupont's head snapped back and all saw the fourth blow that sent him reeling like a man struck by a club. There was no sound now. A mental and a vocal paralysis seized upon the inhabitants of Lac Bain. Never had they seen fighting like this fighting of Reese Beaudin.
In making the first draught of General Dupont's appointment I had mechanically written, "Minister-Extraordinary of the French Republic." "No! no!" said Bonaparte, "not of the Republic; say of the Government." On his return to Paris the First Consul gave almost incredible proofs of his activity.
Lygon was conscious that the fifty dollars sent him every New Year for five years by Dupont had been sent with a purpose, and that he was now Dupont's tool. Debilitated, demoralised, how could he, even if he wished, struggle against this powerful confederate, as powerful in will as in body? Yet if he had his own way he would not go to Henderley.
"Plenty of powder was sent for the American guns from Dupont's at Wilmington, and they picked up and sent back the British balls, which they found just fitted their cannon." "How good that was," laughed Lulu.
But no sooner was Dupont up than Reese Beaudin was in again, with the swiftness of a cat, and they could hear the blows, like solid shots, and Dupont's arms waved like tree-tops, and a second time he was off the platform. He was staggering when he rose. The blood ran in streams from his mouth and nose. His beard dripped with it. His yellow teeth were caved in.
And two years ago I saw Jacques Dupont's hands in that hair, and he was dragging her by it " Something snapped. It was a muscle in Reese Beaudin's arm. He had stiffened like iron. "And you let him do that!" Joe Delesse shrugged his shoulders. It was a shrug of hopelessness, of disgust.
Not much to his surprise he discovered that the former was not travelling to Paris that night, after all; it was on Dupont's account alone that he had taken so much trouble to secure the change of reservation.
"Do what?" rejoined the other heavily. An angry light leapt into Dupont's eyes. "You not unnerstan' my letters-bah! You know it all right, so queeck." The other remained silent, staring into the fire with wide, searching eyes. Dupont put a hand on him. "You ketch my idee queeck. We mus' have more money from that Henderley certainlee. It is ten years, and he t'ink it is all right.
Gregory wondered himself. Then a plan began to form in his brain, suggested no doubt by Mr. Dupont's jest about him carrying the cooperative idea far enough to include the consumer. Why not? Fish were being retailed at almost prohibitive figures. And the markets claimed they were dumping them. Somebody was profiteering. Who was it? Certainly not himself.
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