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The Government land was to be laid off on the other side, and Big Jack and his pals were looking for locations there. As Graves, the chief surveyor, was mounting his horse, Mahooley said to him casually: "How about freighting your outfit around?" "Oh, that's all arranged for," was the answer. Mahooley shrugged, supposing that the company had secured the contract outside.
"Lord, man!" said Mahooley. "Don't you see me here twiddling my thumbs. What for should I hire anybody? To twiddle 'em for me, maybe." "You'll have a crowd here soon," persisted Sam. "Four men on their way in to take up land, and others following. There's a surveying gang coming up the river, too." "Moreover, you ain't got good sense," Mahooley went on.
"Any man can do pretty near what he wants if he has the will." "What is will?" "Oh determination." "You got plenty 'termination, I suppose." This with a teasing smile. Mahooley looked at her sharply. "Look here, what are you getting at?" he demanded. "Not'ing." "I'm no hand to bandy words. I'm plain spoken. I go direct to a thing." Bela shrugged. "You can't play with me, you know.
Mahooley's eyes gleamed. "Well, out with it!" "I want you not tell nobody I buy your team. Nobody but Stiffy. I want hire white man to drive, see? Maybe he not lak work for red man. So you mak' out he workin' for you, see?" "All right," agreed Mahooley. "That's easy. But who can you get?" "Sam." Mahooley indignantly exploded.
Tell him I gone wit' Mahooley. He rich. Give me ev'ryt'ing I want." "I not tell Sam that kind of stuff," returned Musq'oosis scornfully. "It is truth," she insisted sullenly. "I goin' all right." "If Sam come back sorry you feel bad you gone wit' Mahooley." "No, I glad!" she cried passionately. "I hope he want me when it is too late. I want turn him down. That mak' me feel good."
"Tak' it or leave it," said Musq'oosis calmly. Mahooley finally took it. "Now, let me see the colour of your money," he said. Musq'oosis produced another little paper. Mahooley looked discomfited. He whistled. "That's good money, ain't it?" asked Musq'oosis. "Sure! Where did you get it?" demanded the trader. "I never heard of this." "Beattie and me got business," replied Musq'oosis with dignity.
Is there anything you want?" "No," said Bela with a provoking smile. As Mahooley studied her, looking into the fire, a novel softness confused him. His astuteness was slipping from him, even while he bragged of it. "Damned if you're not the handsomest thing in this part of the world!" he said suddenly. It was surprised out of him.
"Sure, what'll you have?" "W'at you got?" "Damn little. Take your choice." After due observance on both sides of the time-honoured rules of bargaining, the matter was concluded, and Musq'oosis made a feint of gathering up his bundles. As a matter of fact, the old man had not yet reached what he had come for. "What's your hurry?" said Mahooley. "Sit and talk a while."
Beattie suspected nothing more in this than idle talk. "Transferred it to the French outfit," he said with a shrug. "I suppose he wanted Mahooley to know he's a man of means. He can't have spent any of it. I'll probably get it back some day." "How did he get it in the first place?" asked Joe casually. "Out of fur?"
Their proper names were Henry Stiff and John Mahool, but as Stiffy and Mahooley they were known from Miwasa Landing to Fort Ochre. The shelves of the store were sadly depleted; never was a store open for business with so little in it. A few canned goods of ancient vintages and a bolt or two of coloured cotton were all that could be seen.
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