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"Have you any sisters outside, 'Erbe't?" she gently persisted. "No," he said. "Your mot'er, she is not dead?" "No." "She mos' be ver' nice, I think." "She's a lady!" he blurted out. Rina nodded wisely. "I know what that is," she said. "A lady is a ver' nice woman." Her voice dropped very low.
I want so bad to come to the ot'er side of the tepee where you are, but I hold to my mot'er's blanket!" The man looked up. "Hm! You did, eh?" he exclaimed. "If I had known!" "But I t'ink I mos' not let you see I love you. So I mak' show I don' care at all. An' it hurt me ver' moch in my empty breast, 'Erbe't. But why I do it?
"'Erbe't," she said at last, "you never tell me about your folks; about your house where you live outside. Please tell me." He muttered, and writhed uncomfortably on the bench. "What's the use of bringing that up?" he said at last. "You wouldn't understand if I tried to tell you." "Loving makes me onderstan' moch," she softly pleaded. He was silent.
Sheltered by the hills from the howling blasts of the prairie above; and with wood, water and unlimited game at its door, it was a wholly desirable situation for a Northern dwelling but it was seventy-five miles off the trail. The girl brought her pony alongside Mabyn's; and slipped her hand into his. "It is jus' right!" she whispered. "We will be ver' happy, 'Erbe't!"
"'Erbe't been here!" she said breathlessly. "How do you know?" he said in surprise. Rina pointed to his belt. "You got his knife!" she said. "How you get his knife?" "He tried to murder me with it," said Garth, watching her face narrowly. Rina had no more thought for Natalie. "Where is he?" she said agitatedly. "W'at you do to him?" "I let him go," Garth said carelessly.
"She ver' quiet. She mak' no cry. By the fire I see her face. It is the face of a dead woman." A groan was forced between Garth's clenched teeth. "Did they hurt her?" he demanded, waiting for the answer like a condemned man waits for the final stroke. But Rina shook her head. "Nick Grylls, him tak' off his hat, polite," she said. "'Erbe't not say anyt'ing to her." He breathed again.
Nick Grylls big man, rich man, everybody lak to be friend with him. Nick Grylls say him come to help 'Erbe't. Him give 'Erbe't ver' fine gun." "Humph! Mabyn will pay dear for it!" Garth exclaimed. "I say so him," Rina said eagerly. "Me, I tell 'Erbe't everybody see Nick Grylls him jus' mak' a fool of you. What he want with you? He want her for himself. 'Erbe't on'y laugh.
Fifty cents a drink, by Gad!" Rina drew away from him. "I will not help you do that, 'Erbe't," she said quietly. "You'll do what I tell you to do," he said coolly. Rina remained silent. Her breast heaved and trembled with terror at her own temerity in defying her husband but there were both firmness and reproach in her attitude. It was more than the weak Mabyn could bear for long in silence.
"So you stay to us," she went on, "and I mad to see all the men mock at you, an' treat you bad, an' mak' you eat after all have finished, and mak' you lie outside the fire. They t'ink themself better than a white man, hey! All the time you ask me to come away from the camp with you; an' you t'ink I don' want to come, but you don' know. Many, many nights I not sleep, 'Erbe't.
And I buy cartridges and traps and grub, and another skin to work. Not any more will you be poor, 'Erbe't!" "Lord! How will we ever drag out the winter in this God-forsaken spot!" he grumbled unconsciously shifting the initiative to her shoulders. Her arm tightened about him. "We will do fine!" she said eagerly. "We will mak' moch money. There is no plentier place for fur; and we will have it all!
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