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I can put the fear of God into them! It is the sweet and gentle girl you would like to have that is in danger there!" "I'm afraid you'll have to go back," said Gaviller. Colina drew her beautiful straight brows together. "You make me think you simply want to get me off your hands," she said sullenly. Gaviller shook his head. "You know I love to have you with me," he said simply.
Still in the same calm, polite voice Gaviller said: "I confess I was astonished at your assurance in coming to my house." This was a frank declaration of war. Ambrose, steeling himself, replied warily: "I did not come on business." "What did you come for?" Ambrose did not feel obliged to be as frank with father as with daughter. "I am merely looking at the country."
He got everyt'ing else. They ask my fat'er w'at to do." Tole went on: "Always my fat'er say: 'Wait, he say. 'We got get white man on our side. We got get white man who knows all outside ways. He bring an outfit in and trade wit' us. The people don't want to wait. 'We starve! they say. "My fat'er say: 'Non! Gaviller not let you starve. For why, because you not bring him any fur if you dead.
The self-assured, the scornfully affable trader had become a mere pantaloon with sunken cheeks and trembling hands. Ambrose looked with quick compassion toward Colina. She went to her father and stood by his chair with a hand on his shoulder. She coldly ignored Ambrose's glance. "What have you to say for yourself?" Gaviller demanded in a weak, harsh voice.
She say 'no! She say ladies mak' her sick. Michel tell me she say that. "She want always to ride and paddle a canoe and hunt. Michel say she is more brave as a man! John Gaviller say she got go out again this summer. She say 'no! She is not afraid of him. Me, I t'ink she lak to be the only white girl in the country, lak a queen." "How old is she?" inquired Peter.
When the fur is scarce, when summer frost turn the wheat black it is the same. They say the red man make bad medicine. "Two white men have a fight, red man come along, know nothing. Those two white men say it is his fault, and kick him hard. You break open Gaviller's mill. Gaviller is mad, send for police. When the police come I think they say it is Watusk's fault. Send him to jail!"
"Always we wait, and John Gaviller do what he like! Why he put down the price of grain? Why he do everything? It is to keep us in his debt. We can work till our backs break, but he fix it so we are still in debt. "Because we can do not'ing when we are in his debt. We are his slaves! We got to break our slave chains. It is time to act.
"Could it be rigged to the engine?" Ambrose asked. "Wa! I never think of that," said Simon. "Maybe grind four bags a day, then." Ambrose had no intention of giving an answer until he had communicated with Colina. Strongly against Simon's advice, he insisted that Gaviller, as he said, must be given one more chance to relent. Simon unwillingly yielded.
John Gaviller helped himself to another egg with great dignity and removed the top. "Don't be absurd, Colina," he said with a weary air. It was a transparent assumption. Colina saw that she had reduced him utterly. She smiled winningly. "Dad, if you'd only let me be myself! We could be such pals if you wouldn't try to play the heavy father!"
Those people are his slaves. But he pay a strong man good wages. I will tak' his wages and snap my fingers! "But wait!" cried Poly with a sparkling eye. "The 'mos' won'erful thing I see at Fort Enterprise Wa! the laktrek light! Her shine in little bottles lak pop, but not so big. John Gaviller, him clap his hands, so! and Wa! she shine! "Indians, him t'ink it is magic. But I am no fool.
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