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The other two may have had as noble aspirations, as untiring energy, as passionate ambitions; but Fate had decreed that Godefroy von Weber and Gänsbacher should never win the world's applause. Carl Maria and Meyerbeer were the "cronies" of the little school.
She had a rendezvous, doubtless, with a countryman a Prussian spy, sure enough!" His son lost! M. Godefroy seemed to have a torrent of blood rushing through his head. He sprang at Mademoiselle, seized her by the arms and shook her furiously. "Where did you lose him, you miserable girl? Tell me the truth before I shake you to pieces. Do you hear? Do you hear?"
There were trumpet-calls back and forth from our ship to the Ste. Anne. Then, to a whacking of cables through blocks, the gig-boats touched water, and all hands were racing for the shore. Godefroy waved a monster flag lilies of France, gold-wrought on cloth of silk and Allemand kept beating and beating and beating the drum, rumbling out a "Vive le Roi!" to every stroke.
The merchant strums on the table and glares at the marquis, and the marquis looks at the skylight, waiting for the merchant; and the end of it is M. Radisson must give Godefroy the wink, who knocks both their hats off at once, explaining that a landsman can ill keep his legs on the sea, and the sea is no respecter of persons.
And when the Little White Sticks were all asleep, the runners would shoot fire arrows into the air and the braves would slay slay slay the men, who might fight, the women, who might run to the whites for aid, and the children, who might live to tell tales." "The devils!" says Godefroy under his breath.
"Le Borgne, you rascal, you know who gave me this," I began, taking careful scrutiny of the Indian. One eye was glazed and sightless, the other yellow like a fox's; but the fellow was straight, supple, and clean-timbered as a fresh-hewn mast. With a "huh-huh," he gabbled back some answer. "What does he say, Godefroy?"
At which the eyes of M. Godefroy, the freethinker, the hardened capitalist, and blasé man of the world, filled with tears. He rushed out of the house, but returned in a minute with his arms full of the superb mechanical horse, the box of leaden soldiers, and the rest of the costly playthings bought by him in the afternoon, and which had not even been taken out of the carriage.
And that red pirate is after these same furs! Body o' me, an you hang back, scared o' battle, you'd best not come to the wilderness." "The white-men will go with the Indians, but the white-men will not fight with the Little Sticks," announced Godefroy to Le Borgne, proffering tobacco enough to pacify the tribe.
Godefroy cowered sulkily back, and M. de Radisson laughed. "That will quell him," said he. "When Godefroy's tongue is out he can't grumble, and grumbling is his bread of life!" Stripping off his bright doublet, M. Radisson hung it from a tree to attract the fort's notice. Then he posted us in ambuscade with orders to capture whatever came. But nothing came.
"Yon ship was a pirate," began Godefroy, "and if buccaneers be about " "Hold your clack, fool," interrupted M. Radisson, as if the fellow's prattle had cut into his mental plannings; and he bade us heap such a fire as could be seen by Indians for a hundred miles. "If once I can find the Indians," meditated he moodily, "I'll drive out a whole regiment of scoundrels with one snap o' my thumb!"
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