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Updated: July 27, 2025
How Louis Laplante was for fighting a duel en route with the man, who spoke of "French brag" and was only dissuaded from his purpose by the raft suddenly teetering at an angle of forty-five degrees with the water, which threatened to toboggan us all into mid-river; how I was then stationed in the centre and the other men distributed equally on each side of the raft to maintain balance; how we swung out into the Red, rocking with each shifting of the crew and were treated to a volley of objurgations from the red-faced man I do not intend to relate.
His disappearance was altogether as unaccountable as the lost woman's, and this, of itself, confirmed our suspicions. Had he sold, or slain his captives, he would not have remained in hiding; and the very fruitlessness of the search redoubled our zeal. The conviction that Louis Laplante had, somehow or other, played me false, stuck in my mind like the depression of a bad dream.
That's you, mine frien'! Some are champagne bottles that uncork, zip, fizz, froth, stars dancing round your head! That's me! 'Tis I, Louis Laplante, son of a seigneur, am that champagne bottle!" Pausing for breath, he drew himself erect with ridiculous pomposity. Now there are times when the bravest and wisest thing a brave and wise man can do is take to his heels.
"Eagles," answered Eric, puzzled at my drift, and Louis Laplante wore the last look of the tiger before it springs. "And eagles," said I, defying the spring, "signify that both the spear-head and the spear-handle belong to the Sioux chief whose daughter" and I lowered my voice to a whisper which only Laplante and Hamilton could hear "is married to Le Grand Diable!"
"What do you know about Laplante?" he demanded hotly. "I know he is an accomplished blackguard," I answered quietly, "and if you want to spoil your chances with the Little Statue, just prance round in his company." The lad was too much surprised to speak. "Where's Hamilton?" I asked. "Find him for yourself," said he, going off in a huff.
Madame Laplante, with sobs, said that she was still without work. At this the 'King' feigned unbounded indignation. The rest must be told in his own words. 'Impossible, I made answer. 'It cannot be. Upon receiving renewed assurances that so it was, my resolution was taken in an instant. Turning my carriage I bade the weeping woman enter, and drove at once to the Public Departments.
He confessed Miriam is held by Diable's squaw. Then we discovered someone was listening to the confession and pursued the eavesdropper into the bush. When we came back, Laplante had been carried off. I found one of my canoemen had your lost fowling-piece, and it was he who had listened and carried off the drunk sot and tried to send that spear-head into me at the Sault. 'Twas Diable, Eric!
One day, as the 'King' was driving over the Sappers Bridge, he saw a woman in front of his horses waving her arms wildly as a signal to stop. He pulled up, and saw that it was Madame Laplante. Being rather hazy as to her present fortunes, he ventured to express the hope that she liked the position which he had been so fortunate as to obtain for her.
I returned, stupidly missing the possible meaning of his suppressed excitement. "And the stone?" "Agate, Monsieur." Agate! Agate! What picture did agate call back to my mind? A big squaw, with malicious eyes and gaping upper lip and girdle of agates, watching Louis Laplante and myself at the encampment in the gorge. "Little Fellow!" I shouted, not suppressing my excitement.
The cuts not half so sharp as the thinks that prick and sting and lash from morn'g to night, night to morn'g! Pah! Something inside say: 'Louis Laplante, son of a seigneur, a dog! A cur! Toad! Reptile! Then I try stand up straight and give the lie, but it say: 'Pah! Louis Laplante! The Irish priest, he say, 'You repent! What care Louis for repents? Pah!
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