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An' you, Meester Hamilton, a respectable Protestant, I'm fair surprised to see ye in sic' company." "'Tis Eric and Father Holland and Laplante," I shouted, springing to my feet and rushing to the doorway, but Frances put herself before me. "Keep back," she whispered. "The priest and Mr. Hamilton have been here before; but father would not let them in. The other man may be a De Meuron.
But when we stepped back to the beach, there was no Louis Laplante. "He was too drunk to go himself," said I, aghast at the certainty, which now came home to me, that we had been watched. "I wash my hands of the whole affair," declared the trader, in a state of high indignation, and he strode off to his tent, I, following, with uncomfortable reflections trooping into my mind.
"He's asking leave to go trapping in the Sioux country. Can you go as trader for your people? To the buffalo hunt first, then, south? I'll watch here, if he stays; you, there, if he goes, and he shall tell us all he knows or " "Hush, man," I urged. "Listen!" "Where," Governor McDonell was thundering at Laplante, "where are the parties that stole those despatches?"
We'll wait for a dark, boisterous, stormy night, and you will roll out of your tent the way you thrust my Indian out. I'll have my horses ready. I'll creep up behind and whisper through the tent." "Where is Eric?" she asked, beginning to waver. Two shrill, sharp whistles came from Louis Laplante, commanding me to come out of the tent. "That's my signal! I must go. Quick, Miriam, will you try?"
Baffled, I had gone to confer with Mr. Jack MacKenzie and had, as usual, exasperated him with the reiterated conviction that Adderly and the Citadel writing paper and Louis Laplante had some connection with the malign influence that was balking our efforts. "Fudge!" exclaims my uncle, stamping about his study and puffing with indignation.
"Sink his canoe," suggested one; and I saw that borrowed craft swamped. "Strike! Sacredie! I pay you back generous," roared Louis. "How can I, Louis Laplante, son of a seigneur, strike a man who won't hit back?" "And how can I strike a man who saved my life?" I urged, trying to mollify him. "See here, Louis, I'm on a message for my company to-night. I can't wait.
Taken unawares I have ever been more or less of what Mr. Jack MacKenzie was wont to call "a stupid loon!" On discovering Laplante I promptly sustained my reputation by letting the door fly to with a sharp click that startled the whole room-full. Whereat Louis Laplante gave a low, soft laugh. "What do you want here, man?" demanded Governor McDonell's sharp voice. Jerking off my cap, I saluted.
"It isn't," I explained in a low voice, eager to arouse his interest, "it isn't in the least, Laplante, that we suspect these people; but you know the kidnappers might have traded the clothing to your people " "Oh! Go ahead!" he interjected impatiently. "Don't beat round the bush! What do you want of me?" "To go through the tents with me and help me. By Jove! Laplante!
Laplante can win a girl by just looking at her French way, you know he can pose better than a poem!" "Blockhead," I ground out between my teeth, a feeling taking possession of me, which is designated "indignation" in the first person but jealousy in the second and third. "You stupid simpleton, that Laplante is a villain who will turn your addled pate and work you as an old wife kneads dough."
Then I bolted through the main hall thinking to elude the canny Scots, but saw both men in the stairway waiting to intercept me. When I ran down a flight of side stairs, they dashed to trap me at the gate. At the doorway a man lounged against me. The lantern light fell on a pointed beard. It was Laplante, leaning against the wall for support and shaking with laughter. "You again, old tombstone!
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