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Jake?" came the half-breed's sullen retort. "That ain't no answer," the other cried, in a vicious tone. The half-breed shrugged with apparent indifference, only there was no indifference in the resentful flash of his eyes. "I not answer to you," he said, in his broken way, throwing as much insolence as he could into his words.
Cutler got round the house to save him if he could, and saw the half-breed's weapon flash, and the body pitch out across the threshold. Toussaint, gaining his horse, shot three times and missed Cutler, whom he could not clearly see; and he heard the scout's bullets sing past him as his horse bore him rushing away. Jarvis Cutler lifted the dead Loomis out of the cabin.
In one hand he holds the soft paper, the pictures that deceive kings, queens, and knaves; in the other, pictures in gold and silver money won from the pockets of fools. And so, as you say, 'bien, and we each have our way, bedad!" Sergeant Tom noticed that the half-breed's eyes nearly closed, as if to hide the malevolence that was in them. He would not have been surprised to see a pistol drawn.
It was near midnight when he came to Pierrot's cabin, but a light was still burning in the half-breed's log home. Philip kicked off his snow shoes and knocked at the door. In a moment Pierrot opened it, stepped back, and stared at the white figure that came in out of the storm. "Mon Dieu it ees you Mee-sair Philip!" Philip held out his hand to Jacques, and shot a quick glance about him.
He turned and ran toward the cabin, and Billy saw that the half-breed's team was harnessed, and that Pierre's wife was bringing forth blankets and bundles. He did not wait to question them, but hurried into the plague-stricken cabin. From the woman's room came a low moaning, and he rushed in and fell upon his knees at her side.
There was precious little chance that the guide would fail to recognize him, and he knew that he would be in real danger here among the half-breed's friends and cronies. Then, too, he must make his exit naturally, so as to arouse no suspicion in the minds of the checker players, who might be foes just as well as friends.
The major, although accustomed to these pleasantries, laughed a little harshly. "Mine always," he said. "But you don't drink?" The half-breed's face darkened under its grime. "Wot you're givin' us? I've been filled chock up by Simpson over thar. I reckon I know when I've got a load on." "Were you ever in Sacramento?" "Yes." "When?" "Last week." "Did you hear anything about me?"
"I want to thank you for what you did, Croisset. I don't know what happened. I don't know who they were or why they tried to kill me. There was a girl I was going with her " He dropped his hand in time to see the strange fire that had leaped into the half-breed's eyes. In astonishment he half lifted himself again, his white face questioning Croisset. "Do you know?" he whispered eagerly.
"Camp now. Beside de cut-bank here. Dem hoss she got for res' queek or, ba Goss, she die." Tex felt his own horse tremble and he knew the half-breed's words were true. With an oath he swung into the sheltered angle of the cut-bank along which they were travelling.
In many a cabin and shack of the far hinterland he had taught white men and Indians how to use them, so that he might have the pleasure of feeling the thrill of them on his hands. And now here was Concombre Bateese inviting him on, waiting for him to get well! He went out and dangled the clumsy-looking mittens under the half-breed's nose. Bateese looked at them curiously. "Mitaines," he nodded.
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