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"All right, Jimmy. All right." After a moment Throng shook his head feebly and said, scarcely above a whisper: "But I be a durn fool when she's not here." Duc nodded and gave him more whisky and herbs. "My feet's cold," said the old man, and Duc wrapped a bearskin round his legs. For miles Pierre and Halby rode without a word.
"Pshaw! The girl is her own master." "I mean, someone will probably get hurt over there." He nodded in the direction of Fort O'Battle. "That's in the game. The girl is worth fighting for, hein?" "Of course, and the law must protect her. It's a free country." "So true, my captain," murmured Pierre drily. "It is wonderful what a man will do for the law." The tone struck Halby.
The Trader got up and stood between the two men, coughing much, his face straining, his eyes bloodshot, as he looked anxiously from Pierre to Halby. He was the sad wreck of a strong man. Nothing looked strong about him now save his head, which, with its long grey hair, seemed badly balanced by the thin neck, through which the terrible cough was hacking.
"So-so?" he said, "'C. H. M'sieu' le capitaine, is it like that?" A year before, Lydia had given Captain Halby a dollar to buy her a hair- brush at Winnipeg, and he had brought her one worth ten dollars. She had beautiful hair, and what pride she had in using this brush!
I am sick for adventure, and then there is mademoiselle such a finger she has for a ven'son pudding." Without a word Halby wrote on a leaf in his notebook, and presently handed the slip to Pierre. "That's your commission as a special constable," he said, "and here's the seal on it." He handed over a pistol. Pierre raised his eyebrows at it, but Halby continued: "It has the Government mark.
He turned, came to the door, softly opened it, passed out, and shut it, then descended the stairs, and in half an hour was at the door with Captain Halby, ready to start. It was an exquisite winter day, even in its bitter coldness. The sun was shining clear and strong, all the plains glistened and shook like quicksilver, and the vast blue cup of sky seemed deeper than it had ever been.
Well, what if I carry her room in my eye; does that hurt her or you?" Perhaps something of the loneliness of the outlaw crept into Pierre's voice for an instant, for Halby suddenly put a hand on his shoulder and said: "Let's drop the thing, Pierre." Pierre looked at him musingly. "When Throng is put to By-by what will you do?" he asked. "I will marry her, if she'll have me."
Only half a lung I got, an' her boneset and camomile 'd save it for a bit, mebbe mebbe!" "It's clear," said Halby, "that they trespassed, and they haven't proved their right to her." "Tonnerre, what a thinker!" said Pierre, mocking. Halby did not notice. His was a solid sense of responsibility. "She is of age?" he half asked, half mused. "She's twenty-one," answered the old man, with difficulty.
She shall brush her hair with the ivory brush by Sunday morning." Halby turned sharply. "You've been spying," he said. "You've been in her room you " Pierre put out his hand and stopped the word on Halby's lips. "Slow, slow," he said; "we are both police to-day. Voila! we must not fight. There is Throng and the girl to think of."
Halby, with one foot on a bench, was picking at the fur on his sleeve thoughtfully. His face was a little drawn, his lips were tight- pressed, and his eyes had a light of excitement. Presently he straightened himself, and, after a half-malicious look at Pierre, he said to Throng: "Where are they, do you say?" "They're at" the old man coughed hard "at Fort O'Battle." "What are they doing there?"
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