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He was wondering how far Strange might be admitted to Gaviller's confidence. That he was being drawn out, Ambrose had no doubt at all, but he did not know just to what end. Strange launched into extensive praises of John Gaviller. "I ought to know," he said in conclusion. "I've worked for him twenty-nine years. He taught me all I know. He's been a second father to me."
Wa! they say, she is miwasan what you say, beauty? They say, don' give Gaviller that black fox, Sandy. He got pay more. So I keep her. Gaviller laugh. He say: 'You got give me that black fox soon. I not pay so moch in summer." The apathetic way in which this was told affected Ambrose strongly. His face reddened with indignation. The story bore the hall-marks of truth.
"If you please, sir, there's a young woman here says she has evidence to give in this case." Those in the court-room jumped up and looked toward the door, and the confusion was redoubled. Several policemen hurried to the assistance of the doorkeepers. The judge rapped in vain. Finally one of the doorkeepers made his voice heard above the scuffling: "She says her name is Colina Gaviller."
"John Gaviller say to Gordon Strange for say to me: 'Ambrose Doane got all the grain. Let Ambrose Doane sell his grain to me, and I give you flour." Ambrose, perceiving the drift, swore inwardly. "Gordon Strange tell that in Kakisa language," Watusk went on slyly; "some hear it and tell the others. All know now. If my people get more hungry what can I do?
"He has eyes like a lynx!" Ambrose's eyes, darting around the room, fell upon an album of snapshots lying on the table. He flung it open. When Gaviller came in he found them standing at the table, their backs to him. He heard Ambrose ask: "Who is that comical little guy?" Colina replied: "Ahcunazie, one of the Kakisa Indians in his winter clothes."
He followed Watusk, imploring them in English to keep their heads. Some of the sense of what he said must have reached them through his tones and gestures, but they only turned sullen, suspicious shoulders upon him. That Ambrose should take the part of his known enemy, John Gaviller, seemed to their simple minds to smack of double-dealing.
All that had gone before in this startling trial was nothing to Colina's story. When Colina came to her meeting with Nesis her brave port was shaken. Her voice began to tremble. She could not bring herself to name the dreadful thing. The judge, perceiving a stoppage in her story, interrupted her. "Miss Gaviller, if the girl could understand you, why did she answer by signs?"
The watchers from the house wondered if they dared believe this signified an early departure. As the tension let down it could be seen that John Gaviller was on the verge of a collapse. Colina strove with him to go to his room and rest on his bed. He finally consented upon condition that she lay in her own room up-stairs. Colina and Gordon Strange half led, half carried the old man up-stairs.
"You hear," said Ambrose. "Is that all right?" "I got go Moultrie," the little man said stolidly. "You can't!" cried Ambrose. Alexander merely sat like an image. This was highly exasperating to the white man. "You've got to go home, I tell you," he cried. "I not go home," the native said with strange apathy. "Gaviller kill me now." "Nonsense!" cried Ambrose. "He has got to respect the law."
"It all comes back to you whichever way you trace it," cried Gaviller. "If you had not attacked us yesterday, they would never have dared to-day! You have brought us to this! I hope you're satisfied. I warned you what would happen as a result of your tampering with the natives. If we're all murdered it will be on your head!"
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