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You will go mad up here. You have killed enough Gawdor and many pumas. If Jo could speak, he would say, Give it up. I knew Jo. He was my good friend before he was yours mine and M'Gann's here and we searched for him to travel with us. He would have done so, I think, for we had sport and trouble of one kind and another together. And he would have asked you to come also. Well, do so, little man.
"He went away. That night he did not talk. The next morning, when I say, 'We will be off again to the pass, he shake his head. He would not go. He would shoot no more, he said. I understood: it was the girl. He was wide awake at last. Gawdor understanded also. He know that Gordineer would go to the south to her. "I was sorry; but it was no use. Gawdor went with me to the pass.
When I got back I found Gawdor with Gordineer. He said he had come north to hunt. His Indian had left, and he had lost his way. Gordineer believed him. He never lied himself. I said nothing, but watched. After a time he asked where the gold-field was. I told him, and he started away it was about fifty miles to the north. He went, and on his way back he come here.
She would have gone to Gordineer if he had beckoned, any time; but he waited he was very slow, except with his finger on a gun; he waited too long. "Gawdor was mad for the girl. He knew why her feet came slow to the door when he knocked. He would have quarrelled with Jo, if he had dared; Gordineer was too quick a shot.
He begged at first and cried. But I was hard. He got wild, and at last when I leave him he cursed! It was like nothing I ever heard. He was a devil. . . I come back after I have carry the message to the poor girl it is a sad thing to see the first great grief of the young! Gawdor was not there. The pumas and others had been with him. "There was more to do.
When we come back, Jo was gone. On a bit of birch-bark he had put where he was going, and the way he would take. He said he would come back to me ah, the brave comrade! Gawdor say nothing, but his looks were black. I had a feeling. I sat up all night, smoking.
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