Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 1, 2025
"The Indian who warned me of Lapierre's plot told me, also, of the arrival of your supplies sufficient, he said, to feed the whole North. You will not lose by it. Name your own price, and I shall pay whatever you ask." "Price!" flashed the girl. "Do you think I would take your gold the gold that has been wrung from the hearts' blood of your Indians?" "On your own terms, then," answered MacNair.
At sight of the man who, under Lapierre's orders, had wrought the destruction of his post at Snare Lake, MacNair leaped forward with a snarl of anger. But before he could reach the trembling man the form of Big Lena interposed, and MacNair found himself swamped by a jargon of broken English that taxed to the utmost his power of comprehension. "Ju yoost vait vun meenit. Ay tal ju som'ting gude.
"The hunters of the North, Miss Elliston, do not equip themselves with Mausers." "With Mausers!" cried the girl. "You mean " "I mean just this," broke in MacNair, "that your Indians were armed to kill men, not animals. With, or without, your knowledge or sanction, your Indians have been supplied with the best rifles obtainable. Your school is Lapierre's fort!"
"And now, fair lady, may I presume to inquire your mission in this land of magnificent wastes?" Chloe's laughter was genuine as it was spontaneous. Lapierre's light banter acted as a tonic to the girl's nerves, harassed as they were by a month's travel through the fly-bitten wilderness. More he interested her. He was different.
The laddermen stationed themselves at the edge of the timber, and the men who carried guns scattered along the whole width of the clearing. Then from the depths of the forest suddenly boomed the cry of the hoot-owl. Heads appeared over the edge of Lapierre's stockade, and from the shelter of the black spruce swamp came the crash of rifles.
She noted the serious sadness of the handsome features, the deep regret in his voice, and suddenly realized that in both instances Lapierre's shots had been fired primarily in defence of her. A sudden sense of shame of helplessness came over her. Could it be that she did not fit the North? Surely, Lapierre was entitled to her gratitude, rather than her condemnation.
The creaking sign which swayed in the breeze before the hospitable door proclaimed it to be The Royal Oak, but it was commonly known throughout the whole of that country-side as Lapierre's. The excellence of its larder was proverbial, insomuch that professional men and others used frequently to drive out from town expressly to dine or sup there.
Two of the canoemen with their paddles held her head on, while the other two, with the help of Chloe and Big Lena endeavoured to stay the inrush of water with blankets and fragments of clothing. Progress was slow. The ice thickened as they neared the shore, and Lapierre's paddle-blade, battered upon its point and edges to a soft, fibrous pulp, thudded softly upon the ice without breaking it.
He is hard, and domineering, and uncompromising, and skeptical. And yet " What gave her pause was so intangible, so chaotic, in her own mind as to form itself into no definite idea. "He is brutish and brutal and bad!" she muttered aloud at the memory of Lapierre's battered face, and immediately fell to comparing the two men. Each seemed exactly what the other was not.
The soft touch of the moonlight jarred upon his mood. Death lurked in the shadows and death, and worse than death, awaited the dawning of the day. It was a hard land the North having naught to do with beauty and the soft brilliance of moonlight. He glanced toward the jutting rock-ribbed plateau that was Lapierre's stronghold.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking