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Updated: June 3, 2025
Is that manners, when you're askin' for a job?" "You said you didn't have anything," muttered Sam. "Never mind what I said. I ast you what you were goin' to do." The badgered one began to bristle a little. "What's that to you?" he asked, scowling. "A whole lot!" cried Mahooley. "You fellows have no consideration. You're always comin' up here and starvin' on us. Do you think that's nice for me?
Mahooley pointed to them with pride as the only houses north of the landing built of boards, but they had a sad and awkward look there in the wilderness, notwithstanding. Within the store of the French outfit, Stiffy, the trader, was audibly totting up his accounts in his little box at the rear, while Mahooley, his associate, sat with his chair tipped back and his heels on the cold stove.
"Talk! Talk!" cried Bela irritably. "You bus' my head open wit' your talk. I had enough talk. Go to bed." "No, to-night I goin' stay," said Musq'oosis calmly. "I your fat'er's friend, I your friend. I see you goin' to the bad. I got say somesing, I guess." Bela laughed harshly. "Bad! Ol' man talk! What is bad? Everything is bad!" "Mahooley is bad to women," said Musq'oosis. "I know that.
When the excitement of the departure died away, Mahooley for the first time perceived a squat little figure in a blanket capote sitting patiently on the platform in front of the store. "Musq'oosis!" he exclaimed. "Blest if I didn't overlook you in the shuffle. How did you come?" "Graves bring me in his boat," Musq'oosis answered. "Come on in." "I come get trade for my rabbit-skin robe."
Sam came back to the red-faced man. "Can you give me a job?" he asked firmly. "Hey, Stiffy," growled Mahooley. "Look what's askin' for a job!" Stiffy laughed heartily. Thus he propitiated his irritable partner. It didn't cost anything. Sam, blushing, set his jaw and stood it out. "What can you do?" Mahooley demanded. "Any hard work." "You don't look like one of these here Hercules." "Try me."
Mahooley seized her wrist. "My God, if you think you're going to play fast and loose " Bela smiled scornfully, unafraid, provoking. "W'at you t'ink?" she said. "I not same lak those girls down by your place. They come w'en you whistle. I come when I ready. Maybe I never come." There was a battle between their eyes. "You need a master!" cried Mahooley. Her eyes glowed with as strong a fire as his.
He can't hurt me. Because I hate him. I goin' mak' a fool of him. You see." "Mahooley never marry you," said the old man. "Marry me if I want," said Bela defiantly. "I got him goin' already. But I not want marry him. Not marry no man, me! When you marry a man, you his slave. Always I goin' live in my house and have men come see me. Men are fools. I do w'at I like wit' 'em."
"I pay cash," said Musq'oosis calmly. Mahooley stared. "Where the hell will you get it?" "I got it now." "Let me see it." Musq'oosis declined. Mahooley finally came down to six hundred, and Musq'oosis went up to five-seventy-eight. There they stuck for an hour. "Five-seventy-eight!" said Mahooley sarcastically. "Why don't you add nineteen cents or so?"
He did not purpose standing any more. However, the jocular leer had disappeared from the trader's red face. He looked merely business-like now. "Ain't you finished the dishes? Hell, you're slow! I want you to take a team and go down to Grier's Point to load up for Graves." Sam looked at him stupidly. "Can't you hear me?" said Mahooley. "Get a move on you!"
This was not pure friendliness on the trader's part. He had a particular reason for wishing to cultivate the old Indian. Musq'oosis allowed himself to be persuaded. "Where's Bela?" asked Mahooley. "Home." "What's all this talk about her carrying off the cook?" Musq'oosis shrugged. "Fellas got talk." "Well, what are the rights of the case?" "I don't know," he returned indifferently. "I not there.
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