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Although the Shamán took the offerings his little black eyes glittered none the less rapaciously, as they flew swiftly round the room, falling at last with a vicious snap and gleam upon the Boy. Then it was that for the first time he spoke. "Nuh! nuh!" interrupted Muckluck, chattering volubly, and evidently commending the Boy to the Shamán. Several of the old bucks laughed.
"I don't know but two partnerships," the ex-Governor was saying, "of all those on my ship and on the Muckluck and the May West just two, that have stood the Alaska strain. Everyone that didn't break on the boats, or in camp, went to smash on the trail." They all admitted that the trail was the final test.
You can't tell." "Oh, yes." She spoke with unruffled serenity. "It will very likely be you the next time." The Boy took a brutal pleasure in presenting the hideous probability. "No," she returned unmoved. "Joe savvy I no marry Pymeut." The Boy stared, mystified by the lack of sequence. "Poor Anna doesn't want to marry that Pymeut." Muckluck nodded. The Boy gave her up.
Joe had stopped to speak to "Who on earth's that white woman?" "Nicholas' sister." "Not Muckluck?" She nodded. "What's she dressed like that for?" "Often like that in summer. Me, too me got Holy Cross clo'es." Muckluck went slowly up towards the Kachime with Joe. When the others got to the water-hole, Anna turned and left the Boy without a word to go and recover her pail.
They thought I'd cleared Scowl Austin off the earth." "Do they know who did?" Potts and Maudie asked in a breath. "That Klondyke Indian that's sweet on Princess Muckluck." "What had Austin done to him?" "Nothin'. Reckon Skookum Bill was about the only man on Bonanza who had no objection to the owner of o. Said so in Court." "What did he kill him for?"
Muckluck turned and flew down the dark little stair, threaded her way in and out among the bystanders on the wharf till she reached the Sister's side. The nun was saying that she not only had no money, but that a Yukon purser must surely know the Sisters were forbidden to carry it. He could not doubt but the passage money would be made good when they got to Holy Cross.
Nicholas looked grave; even Princess Muckluck stopped laughing. "Come," said Nicholas, and the Boy followed him on all fours into the Kachime.
"Oh no," said Muckluck soothingly, but her face belied her words. The sick man called hoarsely. Nicholas got him some water, and propped him up to drink. He glared over the cup with wild eyes, his teeth chattering against the tin. The Boy, himself, felt a creep go down his spine. Muckluck moved closer to him. "Mustn't say he die," she whispered.
"Yagorsha!" he shouted again, and then, with a jerk to free himself from Muckluck, the Boy turned sharply towards the ighloo, seeming in a bewildered way to be, himself, about to transact this paternal business for the cowardly old loafer. But Muckluck clung to his arm, laughing. "Yagorsha know. Joe give him nice mitts sealskin new mitts." "Hear that, Colonel?
She was handy at repairing and working in fur, and said she was "all right" on this bright autumn morning when the Boy went in to say good-bye. With a white woman and an Indian boy, in a little room overlooking the water-front, Muckluck was working in the intervals of watching the crowds on the wharf. Eyes more experienced than hers might well stare.
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