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This was sufficient for the gallant Curly to offer himself to her as an escort. She simply thought she was stealing a beau from some other girl, and he never dreamt he was dallying with Neches River royalty. But the only inequality in that couple as they rode away from the ground was an erroneous idea in her and her folks' minds.
Maybe you won't take amiss the things I asked. You see, finding a white man in this region seemed sort of queer since they murdered Allan Mowbray. I just had to ask." He turned to Bill, who was watching him curiously. "We'll strike camp right away. Guess we best get out west if the neches are southeast. Seems to me we're in a bad fix anyway." Then he turned again to the half-breed.
Both men shook hands with the factor, while the priest drew up the other chairs to the stove, which he replenished with a fresh supply of logs from the corner of the room. "But I guess we're birds of bad omen," Kars went on, addressing Murray in particular. "The neches are out on Bell River, and they sniped us right along down to within twenty miles of the Fort."
Jessie laughed. To her the thought seemed ridiculous. "If the stories are true I guess it would be a mighty brave coyote would come near you dead," she said. Then of a sudden the happy light died out of her eyes. "But but you nearly did pass over. The Bell River neches nearly had your scalp." It was the man's turn to laugh. He shook his head, "Don't worry a thing that way," he said.
And above all the curling dark hair, now bared by the removal of his beaver cap. Kars permitted not a moment's delay in announcing the purpose of his visit. "I waited till now to have this talk, Murray, because why, because I don't think I could have helped things for you folks waking memories before. I got to talk about Allan Mowbray, about the Bell River neches.
Steve's was alight first and he held a match for the other. "You were chasing me up?" he said. "Nothing on the Reserve?" "No." The doctor's pipe was glowing under the efforts of his powerful lungs. "Most of the neches are sleeping off the dope. It's queer how they're crazy for physic. How's Nita and the kiddie? I haven't seen Nita since the dance." Steve's smile died out quite suddenly.
They were the last o' the old-time redskin hunters. Dessay they were the last to hunt the buffalo into the drives. They're pretty fine men now, I guess, as neches go, but they ain't nothin' to what they was. I guess that don't figger anyway, but they're different from most Injuns, which is what I was coming to. Their chief ain't a 'brave, same as most, which, I 'lows, is unusual.
"I was remembering Lorson's play," the trader went on. "He had his 'toughs' that time. Brand had pulled out two weeks and more. Then one day a bunch of Northern neches pulled in. They'd beat down the coast in a big-water canoe. The folks didn't notice them. It's the sort of thing frequent happens. But Lorson got the scare of his life.
But I'm going to read a piece so you'll get the full drift of my argument when I hand it you. First, though, we'll reconstruct some. The neches go out for this stuff in the open season. They start when the ice breaks, and don't get back to home till things freeze up again. That's important. They bring the Adresol in dried. Like stuff dead for months.
It was Steve who reached the brow first, and it was his arm, and his voice that indicated the discoveries beyond. "Right!" he exclaimed. "Look, Julyman," he went on pointing. "A lodge. A lodge of neches. And see! What's that?" There was excitement in the tone of his question. "It's a fort!" he cried, his eyes reflecting the excitement he could no longer restrain. "A post!
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