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Updated: June 22, 2025
When he had finished, she signed her name, and he witnessed it, then paced off four hundred and forty steps, where he squared a spruce-tree, which she marked: "Lower centre end stake of No. I below discovery. Necia Gale, locator."
He felt a better man for it, and, wrapped in this complacent optimism, he passed close by the front of the trader's store, where Necia had crept to be alone with her misery. The high moon cast a deep, wide shadow upon the store steps where the girl sat huddled, staring out into the unreal world, waiting for the night wind to blow away the fears and forebodings that would not let her sleep.
Both of them were at my quarters to-night, and I'm afraid the squaw is right." "But w'ere is Necia?" "We don't know; maybe Stark has got her." The Frenchman cursed horribly. "Have you try hees cabane?" "No." Without answer the Frenchman darted away, and the Lieutenant sped after him through the deserted rows of log-houses. "Ha!
Gale spoke to him in patois, and all he said was: "May you not forget, my son." They did not look into each other's eyes; there was no need. The old man stooped, and, taking both his children by the hand, walked slowly towards the house. "Dis tam' I'll fin' it for sure," smiled Poleon to Necia. Her eyes were shining through the tears, and she whispered, fervently: "I hope so, brother.
"I love Necia very much, lak' well, lak' I'm broder to her."
Burrell at last sensed the meaning of the crafty old soldier's strategy and dismissed him, but not before his work had been accomplished. If a coarse-fibred, calloused old campaigner like Corporal Thomas could recognize the impossibility of a union between Necia and himself, then the young man must have been blind indeed not to have seen it for himself.
But Poleon blocked his way, and, observing him gravely, continued, in a tone that the other could not disregard nor mistake: "No, M'sieu', before you pass on dat place you'll tol' me if it's true." "True!" the Lieutenant retorted, angrily. "What business is it of yours? This concerns me." "An' me, too! I'm w'at you call gardeen for Necia till John Gale come back, an' I'm broder of her, too.
Poleon had told Necia all the amazing story that had come to him that direful night, all that he had overheard, all that he knew, and much that he guessed. The priest came into the store shortly, and the men fell upon him for information, for nothing was to be gained from Poleon, who seemed strangely fagged and weary, and who had said but little. "Yes, yes, yes!" laughed Father Barnum.
From the look of triumph on Runnion's face, the Lieutenant needed no glance at Gale or Poleon or Necia to know that the will of the majority had prevailed, and that the girl's importunities had restrained her advocates from a resort to violence. She looked very forlorn, like a little child just robbed and deceived, with the shock of its first great disillusionment still fresh in its eyes.
How fresh and flower-like she looked, and yet the wisdom of her! He spoke impulsively: "I am glad you are here, Miss Necia. I was glad the moment I saw you, and I have been growing gladder ever since, for I never imagined there would be anybody in this place but men and squaws men who hate the law and squaws who slink about like that."
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