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The old duck swam about uttering a whistling sound, her cry that her ducklings were to join her. And thinking of the lives he had saved, he felt a sudden regret that he had not come upon the nest earlier, when Christy brought him Father O'Grady's letter. The yacht appeared between the islands, her sails filled with wind, and he began to dream how she might cast anchor outside the reeds.
O'Grady was f'r faintin'; but O'Flaherty he says, says he: 'Be quite, he says, 'I'll dale with him. Thin to th' ghost: 'Have ye paid th' rint here, ye big ape? he says. 'What d'ye mane be comin' back, whin th' landlord ain't heerd fr'm ye f'r a year? he says. Well, O'Grady's ghost was that surprised he cud hardly speak. 'Ye ought to have betther manners thin insultin' th' dead, he says.
An' he give O'Grady's ghost a treminjous wallop on th' head. Now, whether it was th' wather or th' wallop, I'll not tell ye; but, annyhow, th' ghost give wan yell an' disappeared. An' th' very next Sundah, whin Father Kelly wint into th' pulpit at th' gospel, he read th' names iv Roger Kickham Flaherty an' Mary Ann O'Grady." "Did the ghost ever come back?" asked Mr. McKenna. "Niver," said Mr.
'Father O'Grady, your reverence. Father Oliver laid his letter aside, and then hid it in the blotter, regretting his haste and his fumbling hands, which perhaps had put the thought into O'Grady's mind that the letter was to Nora.
There came the day when, in fair fight, he choked the taunting sneer from O'Grady's face back in the woods. He fought like a tiger, a mad demon. No one ever knew of that fight. And with the demon still raging in his breast he faced the girl. He could never quite remember what he had said. But it was terrible and came straight from his soul.
'He must have thought himself very clever when he made that remark to the interviewer, the priest muttered; and he walked up and down his room, thinking of Nora Glynn living in this unchristian atmosphere. He picked up the paper again and continued reading, for he would have to write to Nora about Father O'Grady's visit and about the interview in Illustrated England.
In O'Grady's there was something larger and darker a club, and Jan dropped his end of the canoe with a glad cry, and drew one of the knives from his belt. Jackpine came to his side, with his hunting knife in his hand, measuring with glittering eyes the oncoming foe of his race the Chippewayan. And Jan laughed softly to himself, and his teeth gleamed again, for at last fate was playing his game.
The immediate hurry of the election had delayed the marriage the duel and its consequences further interrupted "the happy event" and O'Grady's death caused a further postponement. It was delicately hinted to Furlong, that when matters had gone so far as to the wedding-dresses being ready, that the sooner the contracting parties under such circumstances were married, the better.
Suddenly Jan's free hand reached behind him to his belt. He drew forth the second knife and tossed it at O'Grady's feet. O'Grady made a movement to pick it up, and then, while Jan was partly off his guard, came at him with a powerful swing of the club. It was his catlike quickness, the quickness almost of the great northern loon that evades a rifle ball, that had won for Jan in the forest fight.
It was hidden now by a thick pall of smoke rising slowly into the clear sky. Neither Jan nor the Indian had caught the pungent odors of burning forests in the air, and they knew that it was a fresh fire. Never in the years that Jan could remember had that portage been afire, and he wondered if this was another trick of O'Grady's. The fire spread rapidly as they advanced.
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