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Gendron, "your apothecary is an intelligent man; but you have at Orcival a fellow who quite outdoes him, a fellow who knows how to make money; one Robelot " "Robelot, the bone-setter?" "That's the man. I suspect him of giving consultations, and prescribing sub rosa. He is very clever. In fact I educated him.
"What person?" "How do I know? He's a spy sent down from Paris about this Valfeuillu affair; not much good, probably ill-bred a brute and a wretch." "But he's not alone with monsieur?" "No; Doctor Gendron is with them." Mme.
Mackey is a first-class fraud." "Dr. Mackey is all right," put in Gendron, the guerrilla. "He must be held," said the surgeon. "I will be responsible for this arrest." "At least let me see Mrs. Ruthven before I go." "No, take him away at once," cried the surgeon quickly. "Then you can return for Gendron." "Where shall we take him, doctor?" asked one of the privates.
Mackey appeared, carrying a knapsack filled with provisions, and a canteen of water. "Sorry I had to keep you waiting. Jack," he said, as he set the articles down and proceeded to liberate our hero. "But I had the whole affair to smooth over, and I had also to get Gendron out of the muss," and he smiled grimly. "Dr. Mackey, why do you treat me in this fashion?" demanded Jack.
He was wearied, too, of a punishment which began anew each morning; he saw himself lost, and his wife sacrificing herself for the malignant pleasure of sacrificing him. Terrified, he took the resolution to commit this murder." Many of the circumstances which had established M. Lecoq's conviction had escaped Dr. Gendron. "What!" cried he, stupefied.
A brief but curious notice of them is given by Gendron, Quelques Particularitez du Pays des Hurons, 1659. The indefatigable Dr. O'Callaghan has discovered thirty-nine distinct forms of the name Niagara. The explorers passed three miles beyond it, and encamped for the night on the banks of Chippewa Creek, scraping away the snow, which was a foot deep, in order to kindle a fire.
M. Plantat had continued to smoke mechanically, puffing the smoke out at regular intervals; but his face seemed troubled, his glance was unsteady, his hands trembled. He got up, took the lamp from the mantel and replaced it on the table, and sat down again. The significance of this scene at last struck Dr. Gendron.
"I reckon as how we cotched ye nicely," went on the man with the gun. "Whar did ye come from thet cabin up the mountain?" "Yes." "Whar is Dr. Mackey?" "I do not know." "Did he let ye go?" "Of course he didn't let the boy go," growled Pete Gendron. "The niggers must have released him." "Is that true, sonny?" "That is none of your business," answered Jack, not knowing what else to say.
They were about to resume talking when a step was heard on the staircase; and presently Dr. Gendron appeared. "Courtois is better," said he, "he is in a doze, and will recover." "We have nothing more, then, to keep us here," returned M. Plantat. "Let's be off. Monsieur Lecoq must be half dead with hunger." As they went away, M. Lecoq slipped Laurence's letter, with the envelope, into his pocket.
"I am going to ask you what you asked me a while ago," said M. Plantat. "Are you ill or suffering?" M. Gendron shook his head sorrowfully, and answered, slowly and emphatically: "I will answer you, as you did me; 'tis nothing, I am already better." Then these two, equally profound, turned away their heads, as if fearing to exchange their ideas; they doubted lest their looks should betray them.
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