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"Don't worry with that. I'll come along for the skull and the horns when the wolves have done with it. I've quit big game. I'm out for fox, silver and black. I'm out to break Lorson Harris's bank roll for you. Come on!" The youth in Marcel was abundant, it was even headlong.
They accentuated the impression of tremendous vigour and capacity his personality conveyed. The smiling eyes of Lorson read all these things. It was his business to read his visitors. He pushed the cigar box across the desk invitingly. "They're some cigars, boy," he said complacently. "Try one." The other shook his head. "Don't use 'em, thanks. Maybe I'll try my pipe." "Sure. Do.
There could be no doubt as to that to which the man had sunk. It was the simple logic of such a career as his. A man reduced to haunting Mallard's in his endeavour to escape the law must inevitably sink lower and lower. Garstaing was a Northern man. Sooner or later the Northern wilderness would claim him. The next step would be the embrace of Lorson Harris.
But even with this realization he was by no means dismayed. He remembered poignantly that An-ina had assured him that Marcel would bring the woman to the fort. Well, if that happened Lorson Harris was by no means likely to have things all his own way. He, Steve, had learned his lesson of women, and was not likely to Steve was in the act of bearing down upon the lever of the baling machine.
You can't beat the Seal Bay 'sharps' all the time, though I allow he's beat 'em plumb to death fourteen years." "I'd guess it'll need grit to beat him," returned the Kid. "That is," he added thoughtfully, "if you can judge the face of a mule." "Oh, he's got grit in plenty. Even Lorson gets his hat off to him when he's around." Dupont laughed maliciously. "You mean ?"
"I want to hand you a big show piece talk, Keeko," he said with quiet ease. "I want to say how glad I am you came along with this boy of ours, and to thank you for the things you figgered to do for us. I guess we aren't going to let the thought of this feller Nicol worry us grey. And Lorson Harris, big as he may be in Seal Bay, don't cut much ice up here in the heart of Unaga.
They, in turn, were more powerful and better conditioned than any Indian train that visited the place, and each was a full train of five savage creatures more than half wolf. He drove straight through the main thoroughfare of the town. The onlookers were fully aware of his destination. It was the great store-house over which Lorson Harris presided.
"They're silver fox. There's two more bales in the other boat. Guess Lorson Harris'll hand you a thousand dollars." "Silver fox?" The man's eyes lit with cupidity. For a moment his seriousness passed out of them. "Why, that's great! You haven't got beyond grey fox and beaver ever before. It was a new territory?" Keeko nodded. She was yearning to ask one question. One question only.
Lorson Harris was the one man in the world whom he seriously feared. He knew he was bound to him by chains which galled every time he strained against them. The great trader's tentacles were spread out over the length and breadth of the Northland. There was no escape from them. He had said a few moments before that here, at Fort Duggan, they were a thousand miles from anywhere.
"You need pelts," he said, after a considering pause. "You need three thousand dollars trade in 'em. You want silver fox and black fox. Well you can have enough to set Lorson Harris squealing." Keeko was startled. "But I don't get you!" she cried, with the helplessness of complete amazement. "It's easy."
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