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I want my gift, and I will give you your paper with the Queen's head on it. Those little lives, those pretty little dears, you will not see them die. If there is a way, any way, you will save them. Sometimes one man can do what twenty cannot. You were my wedding-gift: I claim you now." She paused, and then motioned to the nurse, who laid the piece of brown paper in Macavoy's hand.

Bring on the divil an' all his angels, say I, and I'll fight thim where I stand." Pierre ran his fingers down Macavoy's arm, and said "There's time enough for that. I'd begin with the five." "What five, then?" "Her half-breed lovers: Big Eye, One Toe, Jo-John, Saucy Boy, and Limber Legs." "Her lovers? Her lovers, is it? Is there truth on y'r tongue?"

"You're a wonderful fool," he said, "but I'm not sure that I like you less for that. There was Shon M'Gann but it is no matter." He sighed and continued: "When to-night is over, you shall have work and fun that you've been fattening for this many a year, and the woman'll not find you, be sure of that. Besides " he whispered in Macavoy's ear.

But in his waistband there was what none of these Indians had ever seen a small revolver that barked ever so softly. In the hands of each Little Skin there was put a knife, and they were told their cheerful exercise. They came on cautiously, and then suddenly closed in, knives flashing. But Macavoy's little bulldog barked, and one dropped to the ground. The others fell back.

But their wiliness was useless, for Macavoy's double-and-twist came near to lessening the Indian population of Fort O'Angel. It only broke a leg and an arm, however. The Irishman came out of the tangle of battle with a wild kind of light in his eye, his beard all torn, and face battered. A shout of laughter, admiration and wonder went up from the crowd.

"Not more than two at a time, was it?" "That was it. I don't know that it's what we bargained for, after all." He looked round on the other settlers present, who had been awed by the childlike, earnest note in Macavoy's last words. They shook their heads now a little sagely; they weren't so sure that Pierre's little game was so jovial as it had promised.