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He cursed savagely under his breath, and turned his back upon the Curé, unable to face the scrutiny of those kind, troubled eyes. "Jakapa will be here presently," he said over his shoulder. "That gong carries ten miles if there's no wind. One ring, that's for the Boss; two, call in for the whole gang; three, alarm good as a telegraph or the telephone as far as it goes.
Crossman asked self-consciously, anxious to change the subject. "To the camp at the Chaumière Noire, a matter of ten kilometres. It is no hardship, my rounds, not at all, with the ground like a white tablecloth, and this good sun, to me like to my dogs, it is but play." He rose from the table, glad of the excuse to hasten his going, and with scant courtesy Jakapa sped his guest's departure.
"Shall I go back, or do you want that I go to the other side?" he asked the Foreman. "Go to the devil!" growled Jakapa, and slinging his snowshoes over his arm, he stamped out. "Tiens!" said Antoine. "He is mad, the Boss." "I think we are all mad," said Crossman. "Maybe," said Antoine.
"She does her work sufficiently well, and I shall not order her from the camp," Jakapa snapped in reply. "She is with Marceau; if he keeps her in hand, what do I care? She leave him, that his affair, mon Dieu, mon père." "She has bewitched you, too, Jakapa. She has bewitched that other, the young man who is here for the healing of his soul.
I have no right to stop her. But she would have had the Curé knifed to death. She made the wish, and she put her wish in the heart of a man. If it had not been this time then surely some other time. She always find a hand to do her will even this of mine once. I heard her tell to Jakapa. Therefore, Jakapa he has gone back to watch with her body. I told him where. Me I go.
"The short-cut trail to Chaumière Noire" "Shall I forever have no better revenge but to stab one paper doll?" Her words echoed in his ears. Jakapa was on the short cut to the Chaumière Noire! Only Crossman's accidental use of the field-glasses had betrayed his going.
At sight of the singular padded figure his face lifted in a grin. "Come in, Father," he exclaimed; "be welcome." "Ah," said the Priest, his pink face shining with benevolence, "I thank you. Where is my friend, that good Jakapa? I am on my monthly circuit, and I thought to see what happens at the Falls of the Bijou." He stepped inside the cabin and advanced to the stove with outstretched hands.
She has bred feuds; she has sent strong men to the devil, and broken the hearts of good women. But you will not believe me. It is to Jakapa I must talk. Mon Dieu! how is it that he let her come! You are a stranger, but he " "Jakapa wished for Antoine, and she was with him," explained Crossman uneasily, yet resentful of the Priest's vehemence. "I can not wait."
"I came to tell Monsieur, before I go on, that le Curé is safe at Chaumière Noire. Yes, he is safe, and Monsieur Jakapa have turn back, when I catch up with him and tell him " "What?" gasped Crossman. "It was to do," the giant twisted his cap slowly, "but it was harder than I think. It was not for jealousy, I beg you to know. That she would go if she want to who she want, she can.
But me, because I do not wear a woman's skirt, you will break me, hey? Me! Nevair mind, I prefer this man. He at least make no big talk." She slipped her arm through Crossman's, letting her fingers play down from his wrist to his finger-tips and the thrill of it left him tongue-tied and helpless. Jakapa cursed and crouched low. He seemed about to hurl himself upon the pair before him.
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