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He gave his promise readily enough. Later in the day Broad and Bridges came in to see him, and their indignation at the outrage, their positive assertion that it was nothing less than a deliberate conspiracy, and so considered among the Front Street resorts, immensely cheered him. "You remember the holler I let up when them Sheep-Campers wanted to hang McCaskey?" Broad inquired.
But the look was fleeting; she turned it upon her husband, and the Count, with an apology for his delay, entered the box, dragging McCaskey with him. Frank, it appeared, shared his brother's suspicions; the two exchanged glances as Joe entered; then when the little party had adjusted itself to the cramped quarters they watched the Countess curiously, hoping to analyze her true intent.
The flesh of his back knotted and writhed; livid streaks leaped out upon it, then turned crimson and began to trickle blood. "ONE!" roared the mob. The wielder of the scourge swung his weapon again; again the leather strips wrapped around the victim's ribs and laid open their defenseless covering. McCaskey lunged forward, then strained, backward; the tent-frame creaked as he pulled at it.
Pierce was more than willing to oblige, and he began his recital at the time of his first meeting with Joe McCaskey on the beach at Dyea. While he talked the girl listened with that peculiar open- eyed meditative gravity he had noted upon their former meeting. When he had finished she cried, breathlessly: "Why, it's as exciting as a book!" "You think so? I don't.
She undertook to answer, but her lips refused to frame any words; silently she shook her head. "What's the idea? A lovers' quarrel?" McCaskey eyed her curiously, then he chuckled mirthlessly. "You can come clean with me. I don't like him any better than you do." "Mind your own business," stormed the girl in a sudden fury. "That's what I'm doing, and minding it good.
"Joe McCaskey or Frank," Rouletta answered with positiveness. 'Poleon started. Through the gloom he stared incredulously at the speaker. "I'm sure of it, now that I've had time to think," the girl declared. "That's why I ran for you. Now listen! I promised not to tell this, but I must. Courteau confessed to his wife that he and the McCaskeys trumped up that charge against Pierce.
Hellish fury, a threat too baneful, too ominous, for expression dwelt in that stare; then a splatter of mire struck him in the face and blotted it out. When the last jeer had died away, when the figure of Joe McCaskey had disappeared into the misty twilight, Phillips drew a deep breath. What a day this had been, what a tumult he had lived through, what an experience he had undergone!
Stampedes were frequent, they never failed to create a sensation, therefore the woodsman was soon the center of an inquisitive crowd. Not until he had fully explained the nature of his business was suspicion allayed; then his word that Joe and Frank McCaskey had fled for the Boundary ran up and down the street and caused even greater excitement.
McCaskey was scooping turnips out of his vest with a crooked forefinger, and his lady was wiping an eye that the salt of the roast pork had not benefited. They heard the outcry below, and thrust their heads out of the window. "'Tis little Mike is lost," said Mrs. McCaskey, in a hushed voice, "the beautiful, little, trouble-making angel of a gossoon!" "The bit of a boy mislaid?" said Mr.
Jawn, 'tis the same age our little bye would have been if we had had one six years ago." "We never did," said Mr. McCaskey, lingering with the fact. "But if we had, Jawn, think what sorrow would be in our hearts this night, with our little Phelan run away and stolen in the city nowheres at all." "Ye talk foolishness," said Mr. McCaskey. "'Tis Pat he would be named, after me old father in Cantrim."
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