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Updated: June 15, 2025
Garth commanded with strong disgust. The breeds, understanding his gestures, instinctively obeyed; and Hooliam was dragged over the side, and dropped on the beach, not very far from the body of his unconscious employer. "We'll have to save her ourselves!" shouted Garth to Charley. "Translate my orders!"
In the end it ceased almost as abruptly as it had begun; and the moon looked wanly forth, as if ashamed for the recent disturbances aloft. Garth, thinking of Grylls and Hooliam lying on the beach around the point, consulted with Charley what had better be done. It took them about three seconds to arrive at a decision. "It is between eight and ten miles to the head of the lake," Charley said.
The breed boys appeared one by one from under the coverings; and standing about, dazed and careless of the downpour, waited to be told what to do. There was no sign of Hooliam. Garth climbed painfully on board. Searching for the degenerate captain, he stepped on something soft, and a hollow groan issued from beneath the sail-cloth.
Hooliam they had little regard for anyway; and Grylls they may have supposed was still somewhere under the sail-cloths. In three hours they had reached Grier's point, the navigable head of the lake; and all hands slept until long after sunrise.
He was the last to come off to the boat. Hooliam took possession of the punt as a matter of course, to bring him aboard; but Garth, determined not to allow the slightest act of insolence to pass unchallenged to-day, curtly ordered it back; and the fat trader was obliged to wade out like the breeds, and scramble over the side of the Loseis a very undignified reëntrance upon the scene.
Nick Grylls and Hooliam were together somewhere forward of the mast; in the darkness Garth could not place them. Garth's rifle lay across his knees he would have given it, with much to boot, for the quicker and handier revolver. He was painfully aware that nothing would suit Nick Grylls's purpose so well as to knock him swiftly on the head, and heave his body overboard.
But you never can tell about these crazy niggers; they may have dumped out half their stuff on the bank somewhere, and left it to rot. A French range for the inspector has been lying on the point across the river for two months." "Who is this Hooliam?" Garth asked. "He boats back and forth pretty regular. He's a footless kind of breed but straight, as far as I know.
"He says the mast is not strong," Charley translated. "This heavy wind will carry it away," he says. "Just now he said there was no wind," Garth said. "Let her go; and if anything breaks we'll mend it." Hooliam in a long harangue, demanded to know through Charley, if Garth would pay for the damage. For answer Garth merely picked up his rifle; and the reef was let out in a hurry.
"They're going ashore to spell to cook and eat," Charley explained. "Hooliam says there is no other place to land in fifteen miles." Garth was obliged to be content. With the characteristic prodigality of the breeds, an enormous fire was built on the shore, over which their tea was furiously boiled in an iron pail, and their dried moose meat stewed a little less tough than moccasins.
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