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Suppose well, suppose you keep two of those claims; they are sure to be rich " "Why, Necia!" he exclaimed. "They're yours, and I have no right to them under the law. Of course it would be very handsome of you to give me one the poorest." "You ought to have your ears boxed," he laughed at her. "I don't see why. You you may be very poor, for all I know."
There's something about a good girl that attracts a bad man, particularly if she's pretty; and it goes double, too the good men get the hellions. A fellow can't get so tough but what he can catch a good woman, and a decent man usually draws a critter that looks like a sled and acts like a timber wolf." "Necia wouldn't marry on no bad man," said Doret, positively. "No?" said Gale.
"I hear plaintee," he said. "Dere's no tam' for monkey roun'." "I tell you he may be honest," she declared. "He may mean to marry me, but I've got to know. That's why I came to you; that's what you must find out for me." "I'm good trader, Necia," said the Canadian, after a moment. "I'll mak' bargain wit' you now.
Runnion drove his Peterborough towards the shore with powerful strokes, and ran its nose up on the gravel, rose, stretched himself, and dragged it farther out, then looked down at Necia. "Well, what is it, yes or no? Do you want me for a husband or for a master?" She cowered in the stern, a pale, fearful creature, finally murmuring: "You you must give me time." "Not another hour.
"The Department, in its wisdom, would have me, a tenderfoot, adjust those things that are too knotty for these men who have spent their lives along the frontier." "I don't believe you will be very popular with our people," Necia announced, meditatively. "No. I can see that already. I wasn't met with any brass-bands, and I haven't received any engraved silver from the admiring citizens of Flambeau.
He hitched nervously at the band of his overalls, while Necia answered: "That's all right, Poleon." Then, without warning, her face froze with mingled repulsion and wonder. "Look! Look!" she whispered, pointing past him. Runnion was moving slowly, crawling painfully into a sitting posture, uplifting a terribly mutilated face, dazed and half conscious, groping for possession of his wits.
His regard for Necia was a careless whim, a rather aimless, satisfying hobby, not at all serious, entirely extraneous to his every-day life, and interesting only from its aimlessness, being as near to an unselfish and decent motive as the man had ever come.
Necia consented, and when her three claims had been properly located the couple returned to the cabin to get lunch and to await with some foreboding the coming of the others and what of good or ill it might bring. Before the party came in sight, the sound of their voices reached the cabin, and Burrell rose nervously and sauntered to the door.
Resting thus on the steps of Old Man Gale's store, the two talked on till they were disturbed by the sound of shrill voices approaching, at which the man looked up. Coming down the trail from the town was a squaw and two children. At sight of Necia the little ones shouted gleefully and scampered forward, climbing over her like half-grown puppies.
A gust blew a whiff of the camp smoke towards him, and he turned back to watch Necia kneeling beside the fire like some graceful virgin at her altar rites, while the peculiar acrid out-door odor of burning spruce was like an incense in his nostrils. He filled his chest deeply and leaned on his axe, for he found himself shaking as if under the spell of some great expectancy.
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