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There were the police in their gay, scarlet tunics; the Indian agent with his bag of money, and the doctor with his bag of tools. Finally there was the blue hat with ostrich feathers that was already famous in the country. Before the summer was out, news of that hat travelled all the way to the Arctic Ocean. Any one of these passengers would have made a gala day for Johnny Gagnon's family.
That was not to be thought of. It was the first time they had come face to face since the unforgettable morning in Johnny Gagnon's shack. Sam steeled himself, and commenced to whistle. He would show her! Exactly what he meant to show her he could not have told, but it necessitated a jaunty air and a rollicking whistle.
Sam watched it doubtfully. He was ready to welcome relief in any form from his hateful situation, but was this relief? "How do you expect to sail to the river when they're coming from there?" he asked. "I wait till come close," she replied eagerly. "Then go round ot'er side of island. They never catch me wit' my sail. Johnny Gagnon's boat got no sail." Her eagerness made him suspicious.
I t'ink I die if I got go 'way wit'out him. I t'ink I don' know w'at I t'ink. Want him, that's all!" "Tcha! White woman!" said Musq'oosis disgustedly. During the rest of the tale he muttered and frowned and wagged his head impatiently. When she came to the scene of the hearing in Gagnon's shack he could no longer contain himself. "Fool!" he cried. "I tell you all w'at to do.
Each had taken the subject to himself, and nursed and fostered it in his own way. The time was approaching for their visit to Gagnon's store. This was the reason of the dragging days. Both men were eager for the visit, and the cause of their eagerness was not far to seek.
"Guess I ken take your word, boys; ye ain't the sort to lie to a pal. I'm real sorry." He paused and shifted his position. Then he went on with a slightly cunning look. "I 'lows you're like to take a run down to Edmonton one o' these days. A feller mostly likes to make things hum when he's got a good wad." Gagnon's tone was purely conversational.
Our society may be small, but in some matters it is best conducted as are large communities. I think M. de Clairville should be instructed that his conduct is wrong." "You call him 'de' Clairville, I see," replied the doctor from his buggy outside Gagnon's carpenter shop. "Well, it does not matter!
"It may be that they have some medicine for this sickness at the store; or I might talk things over with the cure, and he would tell me what to do." Before they had made up their minds night had fallen, and Tit'Be, who had been at Eutrope Gagnon's helping him to saw his firewood, came back bringing Eutrope along with him. "Eutrope has a remedy," said he.
"Never catch us if the wind hold," she said calmly. "Johnny Gagnon's boat ver' heavy boat." They had a start of upward of a quarter of a mile when their perplexed pursuers, having almost completed a circuit of the island, finally caught sight of them sailing blithely down the lake. A great roar of anger came down the wind to them. "Let them curse," said Bela. "Cursin' won't catch us.
"There is no cure for a fool," growled Musq'oosis. Bela finally raised her head. "I am cure of my sickness now," she said, scowling. "I hate him!" "Hate!" said the old man scornfully. "Your face is wet." She dashed the tears from her cheeks. "When he ran out of Johnny Gagnon's," she went on, "I run after. I hold on him. He curse me. He throw me down. Since then I hate him.
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