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"On what took place in John Gaviller's house that night I will touch very briefly. It was a ghastly night for the little company of defenders! We have no eye-witness to the prisoner's dastardly attack on Mr. Gaviller. Mr. Strange, through the most praiseworthy motives, has refused to testify against him. "Mr.
Ambrose Doane is a bad man. And then they will not believe me when I say I did not lead the Indians into wrong; I did not try to kill John Gaviller." "I speak for you," cried Nesis. "I tell Gordon Strange and Watusk fix all trouble together." "If you go with me, they will not believe you either," said Ambrose patiently. "They will say: 'Nesis is crazy about Ambrose Doane.
Gaviller say for good men and good hunters he tak' part of price away. He tak' a quarter part of price away. He call that discount. If a man mak' him mad he put it back again." The working out of such a scheme was clear to Ambrose. "Hm!" he commented grimly. "This is how a monopoly gets in its innings." "Always my fat'er not want any trouble," Tole went on.
This little structure was stoutly built of squared logs; moreover, it was possible that some lingering religious feeling might restrain the Indians from firing it. The suggestion was received with suspicion. John Gaviller refused point-blank to leave his house. As the hours passed without any change in the situation they began to feel as if they could endure no more.
Miss Gaviller declined to speak for publication. From the Prince George Star, February 3, 19 . Our city has the honor of containing at the present moment the most beautiful set of furs ever exhibited in America. It is to be seen in the window of Messrs. Renfrew & Watkins's establishment on Oliver Avenue.
It was Ambrose's promise to visit Simon Grampierre that had kept him inactive all day. He did not wish to complicate the already delicate situation between Grampierre and Gaviller by an open visit to the former. He meant to go with Tole at dawn. Suddenly Job raised his head and growled. In a moment Ambrose heard the sound of a horse approaching at a walk above.
Gaviller was taken sick last night." "What's the matter with him?" asked Ambrose quickly. Strange shrugged. "I do not know exactly. The doctor has not come out of the house since he was sent for. A stroke, I fancy." "I will go to the house and inquire," said Ambrose. He proceeded, telling himself that Strange had not got any change out of him this time.
When her father was present he addressed Colina's ear, her chin or her golden top-knot, never her eyes. John Gaviller apparently never looked at her either, but Colina knew he was watching her closely. She was not alarmed. She had herself well in hand, and there was nothing in her politely smiling, slightly scornful air to give the most anxious parent concern.
The roof of the burning shack fell in, sending a lovely eruption of sparks to the black sky. At the same moment as if by a signal one of the savages brandished his gun aloft and broke into a passionate denunciation. Once more Ambrose heard the name of Gaviller. Instantly the crowd was in an uproar again. Cries of angry approval answered the speaker from every throat. The man was beside himself.
Some one will buy it. "Gaviller himself got to buy when he see we mean to stand together. He has made contracts to send flour to the far north. Who wants to speak?" A little man of marked French characteristics sprang to his feet. His eyes flashed. "I speak!" he cried. "This Jean Bateese Gagnon," explained Simon to Ambrose. "Simon Grampierre say wait!" cried the little man passionately.
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