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Holcomb had reasoned with Freme and had threatened him with discharge a dozen times, his example being a bad one for the French Canadians under his immediate care. As a last resort he had taken Belle Pollard, Freme's sweetheart, a waitress at Morrison's, into his confidence.
"Then you'll have it," replied the young woodsman in a positive tone, "at the fairest figure I can get it for." "I haven't a doubt of it, Billy. And now let me tell Holt and Freme they are just inside the shanty. Ah Mr. Holt, I was just telling Holcomb that I'm off in the morning, and before I go I want to tell you and Freme that I shall miss you dreadfully miss you more than I can tell.
That's where the peddler part of it struck me." Thayor made no attempt to reply; he was listening as calmly as a lawyer to a defence. "There are a lot of the boys here who think Bergstein is all right," Holcomb continued, "but neither Freme, Hite, nor myself liked his looks from the first.
The night was intensely dark so dark that as he neared his cabin he was forced to stop and feel for his card of matches. At that instant someone in the pitch darkness ahead of him coughed. "Is that you, Freme?" called Holcomb, watching the sputtering sulphur blaze into flame. "No," answered a hard nasal voice to the right, and within a rod of him; "it's me Bergstein.
It had not been the first time the trapper had acknowledged the hide-out as his son. A week after Bailey was shot he had told Holcomb and Freme with them he knew his son's secret was safe; they, too, had helped the outcast more than once. Years ago this strange old man had come out of the forest into the valley below Big Shanty, settled there and, after some years, married.
Here the girl kicked the swing door and appeared with the first assortment of bird dishes. "Here, boys, you'll kinder have to sort 'em out for yerselves," she laughed, her eager eyes watching the Clown. Freme started in again, unconscious of the girl's anxiety too drunk to notice anything in fact: "She used to live in Stove-pipe "
"There was not one of them, however, that came forward to help us I am excepting, you understand, your father, Freme, and Holcomb. I owe them a debt of gratitude which I can never repay. Why have you come, Dinsmore?" he added, turning abruptly, with something of the briskness of his old business-like manner.
"They think a heap of your being here besides, there are not two better-hearted men in these whole woods than Freme and the old man." Again the gray eyes gazed down into the torrent. "What I want to say to you is this: I want you to let me know what you think would be right at the end of our stay, and I'll see that they get it." Holcomb straightened and looked up with surprise.
"You've come pretty close to it, Freme," confessed Holcomb. "If it warn't for the old brook roarin' down thar," remarked the trapper, "a feller wouldn't know whar he was. Wall, sir, if it don't beat all I ever see in the way of a camp! The old dog was a-tellin' me only yisterday that he never see the beat nowhar, and he's travelled some, I kin tell ye."
Finally she opened the door of the kitchen and entered the bar-room. The next moment the Clown placed his great paw of a hand about her slim waist. "I hain't took no drink," he said shakily, with an embarrassed laugh. She looked up at him. "I knowed you wouldn't, Freme," she answered searching his blood-shot blue eyes.
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