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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Sam Gladding." "Is the York boat in? Nobody told me." "No, I walked around the lake." Mahooley looked him over from his worn-out moccasins to his bare head. "Well, you didn't bring much with you," he observed. Sam frowned to hide his rising blushes. He offered the rabbit-skin robe to create a diversion. "Musq'oosis sent it, eh?" said Mahooley. "Put it on the counter."
"Nothing doing!" "All right, I go see Beattie." "Hold on." Thus it raged back and forth all afternoon. Half a dozen times they went out to look at the horses. Musq'oosis had to admit they were a nervy pair, though small. A dozen times the negotiations were called off, only to be renewed again. "Be reasonable," said Mahooley plaintively. "I suppose you want a year's credit. I've got to count that."
If she goes with Mahooley, that's her look out!" Fearing that his self-control was about to escape him altogether, Sam walked away a few steps. When he came back his face was set. Musq'oosis saw no hope there. He shrugged. "Well got no more to say. I moch sorry!" Sam wished with all his heart that he would go and be done with it. "You say goin' tak' up land here," said Musq'oosis politely.
This was what Musq'oosis wanted, but nothing of his desire showed in his face. "Too small," he said. "Small nothing!" cried Mahooley. "Those horses are bred in the country. They will thrive on shavings. They run out all winter." "How moch wit' wagon and harness?" asked Musq'oosis indifferently. "Six hundred and fifty." "Wa!" said Musq'oosis. "You t'ink you got race-horses. I give five-fifty."
"Comin' to a country like this without an outfit. Not so much as a chaw of bacon, or a blanket to lay over you nights. There ain't no free lunch up north, kid. What'll you do if I don't give you a job?" "Go to the company," returned Sam. "Go to the company?" cried Mahooley. "Go to hell, you mean. The company don't hire no tramps. That's a military organization, that is.
Musq'oosis, with the extraordinary impassivity of the red race, continued to stare before him. Mahooley, with an oath, seized him by the collar and jerked him to his feet. This was too much for Bela. Her hard air broke up. Jumping to her feet, she commenced to belabour Mahooley's back with her fists. "Let him go! Let him go!" she commanded.
Musq'oosis debated with himself. It was a difficult case to deal with. "Tak' the team," said Bela. "Tell Sam all I say." The old man shook his head. "W'at's the use if you goin' wit' Mahooley, anyway? You wait a while. Maybe I bring him back. Mak' say him sorry." Bela hesitated. Angry speech failed her, and her eyes became dreamy.
Mahooley dropped the old man and turned around astonished. "What's the matter with you? You told him yourself to go." "I don't care," said Bela. "Now I want him stay." "What do you think I am?" cried Mahooley. "I don't want no third party present when I call on a girl." She shrugged indifferently. "It wouldn't do you no good to put him out. I got not'ing for you. Not to-night."
You're damned lucky if you get a skinful of grub every day. Grub comes high up here!" Sam reflected that it would be well to submit until he learned the real situation in the settlement. "All right," he said, and turned to go. "Hold on," cried Mahooley. "You ain't ast what we'll have for dinner." Sam waited for instructions. "Well, let me see," said Mahooley.
Bela stood in an oddly arrested attitude, as if an icy blast had congealed her in full motion. There was no sense in her eyes. In acute discomfort, the men stood on one foot, then the other. Mahooley, as the leader, felt that it was incumbent on him to make the first move. "Look here, Bela," he began. "Don't you take on " The sound of his voice brought her to life.
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