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And now the greener was speaking, and the tone of his voice was gentle in its velvety softness. His lips smiled, and his gray eyes, narrowed to slits, shone cold with a terrible, steely coldness, so that men looked once, and shuddered as they looked. "And, now, Moncrossen," he was saying, "we will fight. It is a long score that you and I have to settle.
"Back from the river!" she cried, "soon will come men who, with long, sharp poles, will push out the logs from the eddies, and from the still waters of the bends, and, should the men of Moncrossen find this man they will kill him for all men die! Did not Lacombie die?" The newspaper prediction of the forthcoming announcement of the engagement of Miss Ethel Manton and Gregory St.
"All men die," she muttered dully. "Did not Lacombie die?" "At midnight I passed through the deserted camp of Moncrossen," the man continued, paying no heed to her remark. "Creed did not go out with the drive, but stayed behind to guard the camp, and he told me of the death of this man; how he himself saw him sink beneath the waters of the river and saw the logs of the jam rush over him.
Moncrossen, too, realized that pursuit would be useless, and in his rage leveled his rifle at the figure upon the ground. "Come back here!" he cried. "Come back, or by God I'll plug her like I plugged " He stopped abruptly and glanced along the sights. The girl hesitated, and the voice of Wa-ha-ta-na-ta fell sharply upon her ear: "No! No! Do not come! He will not shoot!
A teamster who fell asleep on the top of his load awoke in the bottom of a ravine with a shattered arm, a dead horse, and a ruined log-sled. Bill's foot was mashed by a rolling log; and last, and most far-reaching in its effect, the cook contracted spotted fever and died in a reverse curve. Moncrossen raged.
"No, I have a team here," laughed Bill. "They are in Creed's stable." "Creed's!" The old man glanced at him sharply. "Phwat ar-re they doin' at Creed's?" "Well, that is a long story; but it sums up about like this: I see you know Moncrossen so do I. And Moncrossen is afraid I will crab his bird's-eye game and I will, too, when the proper time comes.
"Where is she?" he asked in a low voice that cut distinctly upon the silence. "The mother of this girl?" Moncrossen started. With a visible effort he strove for control of himself. "Who are you?" he blurted, and the words rasped hollow and dry. Bill turned to the men. "Do you know?" he asked. "An old Indian woman did he bring her to this camp?"
Could he have followed Moncrossen and overheard the hurried conversation which took place in the little office, he would have found food for further reflection, but of this he remained in ignorance; and, all unknown to him, a man left the office, slipped swiftly and noiselessly into the forest, and headed southward.
That night, before the wild fever-spirit entered your body, I looked long into your eyes. And has not Jacques told me of how you killed the loup-garou; of how you are hated by Moncrossen, and feared by Creed? "Do I not know that fire cannot burn you nor water drown? Did you not beat down the greatest of Moncrossen's fighting men?
I'll let Fallon break you into sawin' an put Stromberg to teamin'; he's too pot-gutted fer a sawyer." Moncrossen produced a bottle as the others seated themselves. "What don't drink?" he exclaimed, as Bill passed the bottle to Dunnigan. "That's so; b'lieve I did hear some one say you didn't use no booze.
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