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The brute looks like the devil himself. What is it? Whose?" Without replying, Alice called to her friend. "Let Neche come in, Prue," she said. "That is" dubiously "if you think it's safe." Then she turned to Robb. "He's so savage that I'm afraid of him. Still, with Prue here, I think he'll be all right; he's devoted to her."
They got a taste for white man's outfit now. Time was when they fancied only neche scalps. It's not that way now. No, sir. I'm figgering now how long we'll be safe here, in this Fort. There's just two hundred and odd miles between us, and Say, when do you figger you're making that way? Fall?" Kars nodded. "The time they got Allan. Don't do it. I warn you solemnly. And I guess I know."
"Oh, please, 'm, there's such a racket going on by the barn. There's Andy an' the two dogs fighting with a great, strange, three-legged dog wot looks like a wolf. They're that mussed up that I don't know, I'm sure." "It's that brute Neche of mine," said Hervey, with an imprecation. "It's all right, girl; I'll go." Hervey rushed out to the barn.
But it took Peigan Charley to sum up the situation, and the feeling of, at least, the leaders of the outfit. "Fool neche!" he exclaimed, with a world of contemptuous regard flung in the direction whence came the sound. "Shoot lak devil. Much shoot. Plenty. Oh, yes."
The dog, Neche, had slowly emerged from round the corner of the barn, and was now mouching leisurely towards her. She went over to meet him and caress his great ugly head. "I'm not absurd." Hervey followed her movements with no very friendly gaze. He hated with an unreasonable hatred to see her go near the dog. "I know what engaged couples are.
The animal seemed to appreciate the attention, for, with his powerful paws, he drew himself further into the room. The girl offered no objection. She paid no heed to what he was doing. Her hand merely rested on his head, and she thought no more about him. Finding himself unrebuffed Neche made further efforts; then, suddenly, he became aware of the other occupants of the room.
If you're reckoning to squeeze my market you can't kick if I try to open it wide. You see, Brand, this stuff grows. I guess it grows in plenty, because you admit you trade it, and I know the Northern neche well enough to guess he only trades sufficient for his needs. See? Well, I've the same right you have to get on to that source. If you know it, hand me what I'm asking for.
And Andy, the choreman, was lambasting the intruder with the business end of a two-tine hay-fork, and shouting frightful curses at him in a strong American accent. As Hervey came upon the scene, Neche hurled his victim from him, either dead or dying, for the dog lay quite still where it fell upon the snow. Then, impervious to the onslaught of the choreman, he seized the other dog.
Kars gave no sign. His eyes were steadily regarding the wreck of humanity described as a "great chief." "White man burn the land because neche try to kill white man," he said after a moment's consideration, in level, unemotional tones. "White man come in peace. He want no fish. He want no hunt. He want only gold and peace. White man not go. White man stay. If Indian kill, white man kill, too.
"Why?" he demanded, in the curt fashion that seemed so natural to him. "Why?" Alroy laughed. "Well, the boys around here guess they know Lorson Harris, and ain't impressed with his virtues. You see, Fort Duggan, they reckon, is a bum sort of location, eaten up by bugs an' a poor sort of neche race. There's an old fort there, ain't there?
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