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Fyles, watching him furtively, observed every change of expression, and the meaning of each was plain enough to him. He, too, was wondering about that meeting. It would have interested him to have witnessed it. He was thinking about that brother in Rocky Springs.
But I'll say it to your face, whether you like it or not, that you're not as good a judge of the Injin as me, or even Duc the cook: and that's straight as I can say it, Mr. Fyles." Fyles paced up and down in anger not speaking; but presently threw up the glass, and looked towards Athabasca's lodge. "They're gone," he said presently; "I'll go and see them to-morrow.
"I'll look over the mail myself," Fyles went on. "You best get back to camp, and see to that letter. Guess you'll wait for me to take action. You can get out across the valley south. Ride on west and ford the river up at the crossing Winter's Crossing. See if the patrol's in. Then make camp and keep an eye skinned for that boy. I'll get along later."
But talk doesn't put these men in the penitentiary. You've made a mess of this job so far. Guess it's up to you to make good. You've got your chance now. See you don't miss it. The authorities don't stand for two mistakes on one job, not even when they're made by Inspector Fyles. You get me? You've got to make good."
And he gazed at her with so much intentness that Tresler felt he must call attention to it. "She is a beauty," he suggested. And Fyles answered with a sharp question. "Is she yours?" "No. Only to use." "Belongs to the ranch?" "Jake told me she is a mare the blind man bought from a half-breed outfit passing through the country.
"Look up, Kate. Look up, dear. The old pine has fallen at last, and now now there is to be peace in the valley for all time. Peace for you. Peace for me. We will go away together now, dear. And presently, please God, we'll come back to our home." Two days later Stanley Fyles and Big Brother Bill were standing at the doorway of Kate's house.
"Man, man, there's only one thing can save Charlie from this stigma, from Fyles. Let him leave the valley. It's the only way." She sighed and then went on, her manner becoming suddenly subdued and rather hopeless. "But nothing on earth could move him from here, unless it were a police escort taking him to the penitentiary."
His hard face was coldly set, and the despatch rider, if he were one, seemed likely to get a rough reception. "He'll make for the mail office," said Fyles shortly. "We'll go and meet him." He lifted Peter's reins, and the horse responded at a jump. In a moment the two men were galloping down to Dy's office.
This village lives on the prohibition law. Fyles may have a reputation, but he's clumsy damned clumsy. I'd like to see ahead the next few days." "He's smelling a cargo coming in, isn't he?" Bill's tact was holding him tight. Again Charlie looked at him curiously before he replied. "That's how they reckon," he said guardedly, at last.
But that chief, after long consideration, during which he drank Company's coffee and ate Company's pemmican, declared that he could do nothing: for Konto had made a fine offer, and a grand chance of a great fight had been missed. This was in the presence of several petty officers and Indians and woodsmen at the Fort. Fyles had vanity and a nasty temper.
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