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Whatever happens, Bill, before we decorate any tree with our bodies, if our object is not already obtained, I'll shoot him with my own pistol. I guess we're embarked on a game that we're going to see through." "That's so. We'll see it through. Do you know what stock we've taken, all told? Close on twenty thousand head, and all Lablache's.
A neche was leisurely cleaning up round Lablache's store, whilst the local butcher was already busy swabbing out the little shed which did duty for his shop. As yet there was no other sign of life abroad, and Doctor Abbot prepared to walk across to the butcher for a gossip, and thus wait for some one else to come along.
Bill's voice was solemn. Jacky looked up. There was a look as of stone in her somber eyes. "He is dead dead." "Ah! For the moment we will leave the dead. Come, let us deal with the living. It is time for a final reckoning." There was a deadly chill in the tone of Bill's voice a chill which was infinitely more dreadful to Lablache's ears than could any passionate outburst have been.
They won't lose sight of me if they can help it, but I reckon I'm good for the best of 'em." The man's attempt to look sincere was almost ludicrous. His cunning eyes twinkled with cupidity. Horrocks kept his voice down. "Right. I shall be at Lablache's store in an hour's time. You must see me to-night." Then aloud, for the benefit of listening ears, "You be careful what you are doing.
"Sit down and let me hear the worst." Lablache's voice rasped harshly as he delivered his mandate. Horrocks had just arrived at the money-lender's store after his visit to the half-breed camp. The police-officer looked weary. And the dejected expression on his face had drawn from his companion the hesitating superlative. "Have you got anything to eat?"
"Guess we're side-tracked, Bill," she said meaningly. "The line's blocked. Signals dead against us." Bill looked into her eyes; then he turned and closed the window, latching it securely. The door was closed. His keen eyes noted this. "What do you mean?" The girl shrugged. "The next twelve hours must finish our game." "Ah!" "Yes," the girl went on, "it is Lablache's doing.
Never mind about politeness or wisdom. What do you say, Mrs. Norton?" "As you like, Miss Jacky. I must stay up, or " "Yes the men can entertain him." Just then Lablache's voice was heard outside. It was a peculiar, guttural, gasping voice. Aunt Margaret looked doubtfully from Jacky to Mrs. Norton. The latter nodded smilingly.
Dr. Abbot did not remember the implement shed. They found the old man's body. They found Lablache's confession. Silas could not read. He took no stock in the writing and thought only of the dead man. The doctor had read, but he said nothing. He dispatched Silas for help. When the foreman had gone Dr. Abbot picked up the black wig which Bill had used.
Monsieur Lablache's chief attraction in Railsford's eyes was that he was looked down upon by the other masters, and persecuted by the boys; while the French master was so unused to notice of any kind, that he felt a trifle suspicious that the kindness of his new acquaintance might be in some way a snare.
"More bonfires, boss?" said the half-breed, with a meaning grin, seating himself as he spoke. "More bonfires. See you, I want six of the boys at Lablache's store to-night at eleven o'clock. We are going to burn his place. It will be quite easy. Lablache will be away, and only his clerks on the premises.
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