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After that tense moment of hush following the shot, McElroy had no distinct recollection of what occurred.
"How many persons, should you judge from the firing, were in the cabin?" inquired the general. "Long Hair don't know; no trail." "What does Long Hair mean by that?" asked Mrs. McElroy of her husband.
McElroy was looking, after his habit, at the leaping flames and his thin hands played absently and constantly with the covering of the bed, when the door opened and closed and the little maid stood shrinking against it. He did not look up for long, thinking, if his dull mind could form a thought through his melancholy dreams, that Ridgar had come in.
He was bare-headed, and McElroy saw that his face was deep-lined and anxious, filled with a sadness at which he could but marvel and he passed within a stone's throw without so much as a glance at his superior. No captive was this man, passing where he listed, but McElroy noticed the keen eyes watching his every move.
Meantime, within the skin tepee, where all three had been summarily placed, Maren Le Moyne sat with her head upon her arms and her arms crossed on her drawn-up knees. Across the opening, just inside the flap, the body of McElroy lay inert, though she knew that a low breath rose and fell within him, for she had laid a hand upon his breast.
"It sounds like medicine." And then repeated his other question: "Was Tusk much unruly?" "Oh, no," she lightly answered. "Has Mr. McElroy been up in the hills today?" "There's the laziest chap in clothes," he declared. "I don't believe he's done a lick of work since he came and that's two months ago! Personally, I don't care.
At the back of the big room was the small one where McElroy and Ridgar had their living, furnished scantily with a bed and table, an open fireplace and crane, some rude, hand-made chairs, and a shelf of books. And to this post of De Seviere had come in the dusk of the previous night a little company of people.
She was mine since that first morning by your well when the high head bent to my hand. What a woman she is, Maid of the Long Trail, Spirit of the Woods and Lakes! A lioness with a dove's heart! I have seen the Queen of the World in this God-forsaken wilderness; therefore is it worth while." "Stop!" cried McElroy sharply; "let the old wound be. Only make ready to act at once."
"Lord help us!" he cried. "When will D. Cupid, Esquire, discover this pristine hunting ground? You've a blue ribbon surprise in store for you, that's all!" "Perhaps Mr. D. Dawson will spring it," she laughed. "Or the blasé B. McElroy," he suggested. She made a grimace at this. Lucy whinnied, and they saw the Colonel and Dale waiting at the bottom step.
"Ah, M'sieu!" she said quickly, "do some of them, by chance, come from the west?" The tone of her deep voice broke the spell, so subtly natural was it, and McElroy found his tongue. "No, Ma'amselle," he smiled, the ease coming back to his blue eyes, "but I have found something very beautiful among them which I wish you to have. It is more beautiful than a red flower."
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