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Genevieve, one time, and you and Father went over into Missouri, hunting turkeys." "Remember you?" he exclaimed. "Why you of course! Mrs. Carline Nelia Crele!" She met his questioning gaze unflinchingly. "I know I can trust you," she said, simply. "If you'd known Gus Carline!" "I knew his father," Brankeau said. "I reckon as faithless a scoundrel as ever lived.
"I can well admit that," he laughed. "Oh," she cried, in mock rebuke, "the idea!" "It's your own and a very brilliant one," he retorted, and they laughed together. There was no resisting the gale of Nelia Crete's effervescent spirits. It was clear that she had burst through bonds of restraint that had imprisoned her soul for years.
"Got a gun?" the woman asked. "Two," Nelia smiled. "Bill gave me a goose rifle and Frank let me have this he said it's the Law down Old Mississip'!" "The Law" was a 32-calibre automatic pistol in perfect condition. "Them boys thought a heap of yo', gal!" The river woman shook her head. "Frank'd sure made you a good man!" "Oh, I know it," replied Nelia, "but I'm sick of men I hate men!
It was almost desperate, quite reckless, and by the expression, the river woman understood. She thought in silence, for a minute, and then looked down the eddy at a boat some distance away. "Theh's a boat. Like the looks of it?" "It's a fine boat, I 'low," Nelia said. "Fresh painted." "Hit's new," the woman said. "Is it for sale?" "We'll jes walk down thataway," the river woman suggested.
She was not frightened; she was not even excited; the thing was so astonishing that she did not quite grasp its full import till she saw Palura stumbling back, shot again and again. Daisy caught her arm and clutched it in dumb panic, and when the policeman calmly bent the cohorts of the dead man to his will and carried away his victims, Daisy dragged Nelia away.
He was a clear-eyed, honest man, hardly twenty-five years of age, and not an evil type at all. What he had to suggest he did boldly, sure of his right at such a time, under such circumstances, to do. He was entirely likeable. In spite of herself, Nelia wavered for a moment. She knew river people; the woman by her side would have said she would be safer with him than without his protection.
I'm going to go droppin' along, same's the rest." "Don't let go of that pistol. Theh's mean, bad men down thisaway, Nelia!" Nelia laughed, but harshly. "I don't give a damn for anything now; I tell you that!" "Don't forget it. Shoot any man that comes."
"I haven't made up my mind," Nelia said, adding, with a touch of bitterness, "I don't reckon it makes so much difference!" "Lots that comes down feel thataway," Mrs. Disbon nodded, with sympathy, "Seems like some has more'n their share, and some considerable less!"
Nelia, who could row a skiff with any one, set her shanty-boat sweeps on their pins, coiled up the two bow lines by which the boat was moored to the bank, and which the river woman untied, then rowed out of the eddy and into the main current. "It's good floating right down," Mrs. Tons called after her, "till yo' git to Grand Tower Rock thirty mile!"
He welcomed her as a father might have welcomed a favourite child. He threw over the anchor, and Terabon dropped the launch back to the stern, and hung it there on a light line. When he entered the big cabin Nelia was sitting beside a table, and Rasba was leaning against the shelves which he had put up for the books. Nelia, dumbfounded, had said little or nothing.
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