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"If we eat all the time the way we have tonight, there won't be many sheep left to graze by the time we've finished the trip," laughed Walter. "Somebody has to eat the cook's share," interrupted Larue. "What I came over here to ask was whether you boys were intending to take your turns at herding for the next few nights?" "Of course we are," they answered in one voice.
He looked at sugar refineries, tobacco factories, express offices, railroad freight offices, wondering whether in any of these it would be possible for him to obtain a position which would give him a salary of ten dollars a week. If he could get that, and any of the pictures now on show with Jacob Bergman, Henry LaRue and Pottle Frères should be sold, he could get along.
I'm off for the Judge," and away went Ingot hard afoot, having already engaged a Judge, called Grimshaw, in the village near to perform the ceremony. When he had gone, Larue went off to smoke and Luzanne and Carnac cleared up the lunch- things and put all away in the baskets.
He was grateful to Carnac for saving his daughter's life. Coffee and cigarettes were produced, and they chatted and smoked while Carnac took in the surroundings. Everything was plain, but spotlessly clean, and he learned that Larue made his living by doing odd jobs in an electric firm. He was just home from his work.
"Who are you? What do you mean prowling around this time of the night?" "I'm Luke Larue, of the Simms's outfit, and I want to see you." "Oh, hello, Luke. Thought there was something familiar about your voice. I'll be down in a minute. Anybody with you?" "Yes, friend. Hurry up." Cavanagh opened the front door, peering out suspiciously before he permitted his caller to enter. "Wait a minute.
"I will give it to Carnac, and he can do what he likes with it." By now the tears were streaming down the face of Luzanne Larue, and hard as it was for Junia, she tried to comfort her, for the girl should be got away at once, and only friendliness could achieve that. She would see Denzil he was near by, waiting. There would be a train in two hours for New York and the girl must take it-she must.
She knew she must give account of her doings with Luzanne Larue. A few moments later in the house, her hand lay in that of Carnac, and his eyes met hers. "It's all come our way, Junia," he remarked gaily, though there was sadness in his tone. "It's as you wanted it. You won." "Thanks to you, Junia," and he took from his pocket the blue certificate.
Junia nodded, and in her smile was understanding and conflict, for she felt this girl to be her foe. "We must have a talk that's sure," Luzanne said with decision. "Who are you?" asked Junia calmly. "I am Luzanne Larue." "That makes me no wiser." "Hasn't Carnac Grier spoken of me?" Junia shook her head, and turned her face towards the door of Madame Grandois' room.
For a long time he heard nothing more, and was beginning to think that perhaps he had drawn on his imagination too far. It might be owls after all. "I wonder if the others heard that, too? Maybe they know better than I what it means, if it means anything at all. I wish Mr. Larue would happen along now. I'd like to tell him what I think."
The Marquis de Coubrier had been Master of the Horse to Charles X. His widow an old lady between seventy and eighty with three maiden daughters, all advanced in years, lived upon the remnant of their estates in a small village called Larue, close to Bourg-la-Reine, which, it may be remembered, was occupied by the Prussians during the siege of Paris.
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