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True, the thought had flickered through his brain: "And suppose that Lemarc should take the cash and let the credit go? Suppose that he should be contented with the ten thousand dollar bird in his hand and never mind the hypothetical Bellaire treasure bird in the bush?" Well, then, it would be worth it to Ygerne; just for her to know what sort Lemarc was.
No small part of his plan was to keep in touch with the movements of Lieutenant Max of the Northwest Mounted. He knew that the young officer was almost as single purposed and determined as himself; he learned that as the winter went by Max had met with no success. From Max himself, encountered in February in Revelstoke, he learned why the law wanted Sefton and Lemarc.
Lemarc and Sefton, speaking together, had dropped far behind; Hasbrook was close to Madden's elbow. So they passed down the street. Ygerne Bellaire, standing now in front of Marquette's, watched them wonderingly. Sothern came first to the dugout. The door being open, he passed in without stopping. He laid the inert form down gently and came back to the door.
Else why should she be here at all, and with men like Lemarc and Sefton? Had he not distrusted all men by sweeping rule these two at least he would have distrusted for the craft in their eyes. He drank his second cup of coffee, stuffed his old pipe full of coarse tobacco and went outside. Sefton and Lemarc had passed out of sight. Drennen hesitated just a second, pausing at the door.
"Ygerne," cried Drennen harshly, "why do you travel with men like that Sefton and Lemarc?" Her voice was cool, her eyes were cool, as she answered him. "Marc Lemarc is my cousin. Captain Sefton is his friend. Is that reason enough?" "No. What have the three of you in common?" She caught up one knee between her clasped hands, once more seated, and looked up at him curiously.
Another man would have called for Lemarc's bills, have gone over them, have moved slowly and with caution. That would not have been Drennen. He gave forty thousand for his father's name; he placed ten thousand where Ygerne could use it through Lemarc. He had fifty thousand left and he felt that he had not done enough, that he had kept back too much.
It came to rest bearing upon Garcia's breast. "Turn your back!" commanded Drennen sharply. He came well into the room, setting his own back to the wall so that, should Sefton and Lemarc come, he should be ready for them. "Do you hear me?" for Garcia had not stirred. "By God, I'll kill you . . ." Garcia shrugged, and shrugging obeyed the command which he was in no position to disobey.
Presently the younger of the two, Captain Sefton's companion, got up and came to Drennen's side, offering his hand. "I am glad to see you around again," he said, pleasantly. Drennen did not look toward him. "Some more coffee, Joe," he said shortly. The young fellow stared at him a moment, a quick retort upon his lips. It was checked however by Sefton saying quickly: "Come on, Lemarc.
At five o'clock he again swung into the saddle and pushed on. He knew that Lemarc was ahead of him. Here, where tracks were few, were those of Lemarc's horse. Drennen had not loitered and he knew that Lemarc was riding hard. Well, Lemarc, too, rode with gold in his pockets and in his heart further hope of gold.
"Señor David promise Miss Ygerne he stake Lemarc. He give Lemarc ten thousand dollars. Lemarc come back and say to the lady: 'He lie. He give me nothing. He say he give the money and more to the lady when she give herself to him . . . for a little while. But the lady who had believe many lies will not believe this one. What then, amigos?
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