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Get there before Apache. All scalp gone if 'Pache come first." He suppressed a whoop, but the next bound of his pony explained his meaning, and Sile galloped, stride by stride, with him. It was a race for life and for the lives of many others; for Two Arrows had briefly read that problem when he said to Sile, as he handed him back his glass, "No squaw. Braves on war-path. No hunt. Kill.
There surely was one whoop that seemed to have swallowed several others, and Jonas remarked, "That feller could do all the loose yelling for a small tribe. Hark to him, now." "Big Tongue great brave!" said Ha-ha-pah-no, tartly. "'Pache hear him, 'Pache go dead. Run."
And then there was the rain that poured down incessantly, and the mud in which they had to make their beds. Observing Pache make the sign of the cross after mumbling his morning prayer, Chouteau captiously growled: "Ask that good God of yours, if he is good for anything, to send us down a couple of sausages and a mug of beer apiece."
That’s how th’ ’Pache does his fightin’. An’ th’ spit-an’-polish officers what come from eastward—they’s got t’ larn that. Only sometimes they ain’t good at larnin’, an’ then they gits larned—good an’ proper. Hey, Kells!" They were at the stable and Fenner lifted a hand, palm out, in greeting to the liveryman. "Here’s Ole Tar wantin’ his special grub—" Drew went on to Shiloh’s stall.
The truth was that Loubet and Chouteau had disgusted him by their trickiness and low selfishness, stealing whatever they could lay hands on and never dividing with their comrades, while no good was to be got out of Lapoulle, the brute, and Pache, the sniveling devotee.
He said not a word, but suddenly making up his mind, gave one bound and landed in the room, pushing before him Pache, who, equally silent, yielded to the temptation he had not strength to resist. And they were seen no more. "The infernal scoundrels!" muttered Rochas. "They deserve to be shot, every mother's son of them!"
And now the pale dawn was appearing at the portals of the east, heralding a day heavy with bitterest sorrow and striking white upon the silent tents, in one of which began to be visible the ashy faces of Loubet and Lapoulle, of Chouteau and of Pache, who were snoring still with wide-open mouths.
They were yet busy at it when the voice of the Big Tongue was first heard at the barrier, and every squaw knew what it signified. "Two Arrows," exclaimed Na-tee-kah, "has rifle now; kill heap." "Big Tongue great brave," said Ha-ha-pah-no. "Shoot mouth; 'Pache heap die."
"And she will, captain, undoubtedly." "Meanwhile it is an ugly state of affairs." "Yes, rustics everywhere. A monarchy that has Stofflet, the game-keeper of M. de Maulevrier, for a commander has no reason to envy a republic whose minister is Pache, the son of the Duke de Castries' porter.
Start yer whistle and turn loose." Up the steps bounded Laramie, and, with a ringing whoop as a prelude, began whistling a clear, musical trill, while 'Pache, growling out, "Dance, dance, ye white-livered coyotes," sent a bullet through the outer edge of the chief mate's boot-heel. "Dance," repeated Laramie between bars of the music.
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