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It is the wrong time of year for a crowd like that!" He felt the quiver in her voice. She was quite excited, he knew. And yet not about the Indians, nor the strangeness of their presence. It was her triumph that made her tremble in the darkness, a wonderful anticipation of the greatest event that had ever happened in her life. She hoped that Hauck and Brokaw were in that room!
If it was summer they would take it away on pack horses. What would they do with so much liquor, she wondered? A little of it made such a beast of Hauck, and a beast of Brokaw, and it drove the Indians wild. Hauck would no longer allow the Indians to drink it at the Nest. They had to take it away with them into the mountains.
David saw where they had been a cavity in that cruel, battered mouth. "And you think, after that...." Again Hauck tried to draw him away. Brokaw flung off his hands angrily. "I won't touch him but I'll tell him, Hauck! The devil take me body and soul if I don't! I want him to know...." "You're a fool!" cried Hauck. "Stop, or by Heaven!..."
"Why tell them," she said. "Tell them what?" "That you've come for me, and that we're going away, Sakewawin." "And if they object? If Brokaw and Hauck say you cannot go?" "We'll go anyway, Sakewawin." "That's a pretty name you've given me," he mused, thinking of something else. "I like it."
David raised himself and through the horror of what he saw the Girl ran to him unharmed and clasped her arms about him, her lips sobbing all the time "Tara Tara Tara...." He turned her face to his breast, and held it there. It was ghastly. Henry was dead. Hauck was dead. And Brokaw was dead a thousand times dead with the grizzly tearing his huge body into pieces.
Hauck came for him, the demon of murder in his face, and as they went down he heard scream after scream come from the Girl's lips, and in that scream the agonizing call of "Tara! Tara! Tara!" Over him he heard a sudden roar, the rush of a great body and with that thunder of Tara's rage and vengeance there mingled a hideous, wolfish snarl from Baree. He could see nothing.
Apparently the girl's knock had not been heard, for it was a moment before the other man swung slowly about in his chair so that he could see them. That was Hauck. David knew it. He was almost a half smaller than the other, with round, bullish shoulders, a thick neck, and eyes wherein might lurk an incredible cruelty. He popped half out of his seat when he saw the girl, and a stranger.
He drank the liquor he had proffered David, and drank a second time, rumbling in his thick chest like some kind of animal. Of course she was an angel! Hadn't he, and Hauck, and that woman who had died, made her grow into an angel just for him? She belonged to him. Always had belonged to him, and he had waited a long time.
Of course down there in the big cities such a thing had happened hundreds and thousands of times were happening every day but he could not easily picture it happening up here, where men lived because of their strength. There must surely be other men at the Nest than the two hated and feared by the girl Hauck, her uncle, and Brokaw, the "red brute."
She stood there, with her back to the door. "We must hurry, Sakewawin. We must go to-night!" David looked at her. A spy? Police? Quite the first thing for Hauck to suspect, of course. That law of self-preservation again the same law that would compel them to give up the girl to him to-morrow.
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