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No less astounding was the uncanny legerdemain displayed in drawing from and replacing the weapon in its place of concealment. The Indians, attracted from the store by the sounds of shooting, began gabbling and gesticulating affrightedly, but when MacDavid spoke to them sharply in Cree they retreated inside again.
"Time an' agin," Slavin was declaiming in impotent rage and with upraised fist, "Time an' ag'in have we shtruck a lead on this blasted case on'y tu find ut peter out agin. . . . Oh! how long, O Lord? how long? . . ." MacDavid stopped in turn. "Here's th' other two, Sarjint," he said. Slavin dropped the shells into his pocket and for a space he remained in deep thought.
And now, guided by that old pioneer, Inspector Kilbride arrived upon the scene with an armed party from the Post. They had been rushed up by a special train, which had been flagged by MacDavid at the nearest objective point to Gully's ranch. Swiftly and warily they skirmished towards their objective.
"Fact," replied MacDavid calmly, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, "It was this way: It was near th' edge of th' bush where th' bear first jumped me, an' just as we hit th' open ground one o' them warm Chinook winds sprung up behind us, travellin' east. . . . "Man!" He paused impressively. "The way that wind started in to melt th' snow was a corker just like lard in a fryin'-pan.
Head in hands, sunk in a sort of stupor, his attitude portrayed that of a man from whom all earthly hope had fled. Some distance away lay the wounded men, being roughly, but sympathetically attended to by their comrades. All were awaiting now the arrival of the coroner, and also the means of transportation which the inspector had ordered MacDavid to requisition for them.
After a mile or two of it, th' bear he got fed up an' quit cold," he ended gravely. "Why what's your hurry, Fred?" But that individual, feebly raising both arms with a sort of hopeless gesture, suddenly grabbed up his mail and beat a hasty retreat to his horse. The hoof-beats died away and MacDavid turned to the grinning policemen.
At this city Richard was joined by Sir William de Wellesley, who claimed to be hereditary standard-bearer for Ireland, and by other Anglo-Irish nobles. From thence he despatched his Earl Marshal into "Catherlough" to treat with McMurrogh. On the plain of Ballygorry, near Carlow, Art, with his uncle, Malachy, O'Moore, O'Nolan, O'Byrne, MacDavid, and other chiefs, met the Earl Marshal.
The two bucks, with a momentary gleam of welcome wrinkling their ruthless, impassive features, exchanged a salutation with MacDavid in guttural Cree, which language the latter spoke fluently. They were clothed in the customary fashion of their tribe with a sort of blanket-capote garment reaching below the knee, their lower limbs swathed in strips of blanket, wound puttee-wise.
Lounging behind his store-counter, with his back up against a slung pack of coyote skins, he was listening in somewhat bored fashion to a talkative individual opposite. He evidently hailed their arrival as a welcome diversion. In personality, Morley MacDavid was an admirable type of the western pioneer.
Muttering something to MacDavid he backed up against the wall and, squatting down, proceeded philosophically to fill his pipe. "What's that he said?" queried Yorke of the interpreter, "I couldn't catch it." The latter grinned. "He says of all the white men he's ever met in his time, Stamixotokon and my self are the only ones he's ever known to tell th' truth."
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