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Updated: June 3, 2025
And thank you so much for helping me select it. Here comes Mr. Wentworth, now. I wonder whether he will like it. I'm crazy about it. What kind of a marten did you say it is? Everybody will be asking me, and I want to be able to tell them what my own coat is." "Baum marten," answered Hedin stiffly, heartily wishing the coat safe in its accustomed place.
"I do not understand it," said Murchison, between puffs of his pipe, as at the end of a day he and Hedin sat in the doorway of the trading room and watched the yellow flames from a hundred campfires stab the black darkness of the night, and send wavering shadows playing in grotesque patterns upon the walls of the tepees.
He was astonished that the setting held for him so little of surprise. He fitted into the life naturally and perfectly as though to the manner born. But his own astonishment was as nothing as compared to the astonishment of Murchison, who stood close as Hedin broke open and sorted the packs of fur.
They caught him again, and Judge Emerson fixed his bail at ten thousand. Someone furnished the bail that same night, and Hedin has skipped out, slick and clean. They sure put one over on McNabb ten thousand for bail, twenty thousand to divide between them, and McNabb is holding the bag." "And we'll leave him holding the bag again," grinned Wentworth. "That's what we will.
A few moments later Hedin handed the garment to McNabb. "Here is your missing coat," he said, as Jean threw her arm about his shoulder. "Oskar, dear " she whispered, and the next moment Hedin's arms were about her and she could feel the wild pounding of his heart against her breast. There was a movement on the floor near their feet, and releasing the girl Hedin reached swiftly down.
He, himself, was no connoisseur of fur, but at least he knew a Russian sable when he saw one, and as he preceded Jean down the aisle, his brain worked rapidly. By the time he reached the street, a daring scheme was half-formed in his brain a scheme which, if successful, would work the utter ruin of Hedin, and leave him a clear field with the girl. At the first corner he excused himself.
He's from the States, an' he's goin' to live in the cabin. Take Wawake an' Joe Irish an' set up a stove in there, an' move the stuff in that lays outside." Hedin acknowledged the introduction with a solemn bob of the head, and as he stared straight into Wentworth's face he blinked owlishly. "This stove?" he asked, indicating the huge cannon stove in which the fire roared noisily. "No! No!
'Twould be better an' ye could play the dolt not an eediot, or an addlepate but just a dull fellow, slow of wit, an' knowin' nought except of fur." Hedin laughed. "That won't bother me in the least." Murchison shook his head. "'Twill not be so easy as ye think.
Smiling, he had departed from the earth which had no place for him, and smiling entered the realm where, among the many mansions, there is, perhaps, also one for a gentle, simple-hearted enthusiast. THERE was an ancient feud between the families; and Bjarne Blakstad was not the man to make it up, neither was Hedin Ullern.
And she was gone, leaving Hedin gazing after her with a smile as he strove to digest the jumble of uncorrelated information of which she had unburdened herself. "Wentworth, and some of the crowd! Oh, it will be jolly, all right damn Wentworth!"
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