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How much can you give to send a man to look them up? Two hundred and fifty dollars?" "Count me," said Ike. "Me, too," echoed Perault. "And me, and me," on all sides. In ten minutes the thing was arranged. "Now, there is something else," said the Superintendent, and his voice grew deep and solemn. "Can you spare me your man?" "No, sir!" said the Kid, promptly.
Macgregor and the doctor, my dear," her father said. "These gentlemen alone," he continued when they had come to him, "hold my secret. Even Perault does not know all. He knows the valley which we explored last year, but he does not know it is the Lost River. Mr. Macgregor has promised to see the claim staked. Perault will guide him to it."
That there pouch of his," continued Ike, putting a long forefinger down upon the article lying on the table, "that there pouch of his was found by the 'Prospector, as Perault calls him, beside that there empty cache. That's all I have to say." And Ike turned and walked slowly back to his seat. In vain the trembling wretch tried first to bluster and then to explain.
"Dat's so!" cried Perault excitedly. "Dem feller try to get de Ole Boss show dat mine, for sure. Crawley he's try to mak de Ole Boss tell. I hear heem, me. Dem feller want dat mine bad." "All right, Perault," said Sinclair quietly. "That doesn't prove they went to stake that claim. Go on, Stanton." "Well," continued The Kid, "I set off at once, and on my second day out I met these two men, Mr.
Choking with rage, Carroll took one step toward him, kicked his chair clean from under him, and deposited the Frenchman on the floor amid a shout of laughter from the crowd. In blazing wrath Perault was on his feet with a bound, and, swinging his chair around his head, hurled it full in the face of his enemy. Carroll caught it on his arm and came rushing at the Frenchman.
Carroll lifted an amazed and terror-stricken face to the company. "What have I done? Sure he's not dead!" he said in an awed whisper. "No, no," said Shock, wiping the blood out of his eyes and leaning over the little white face. "Water, Perault, and brandy," he cried. "Quick!"
'Perault, dat's fonee ting, he say. 'Where dose can' meat, eh? By gar! days so, de bear he can' eat dose can' meat, not moche!" "Not likely, not bein' a goat," put in Ike drily. "Well, we look aroun' ver' close, no scratch, no track. By gar! days no bear, for sure dat's one bear on two leg." "I think," said Sinclair gravely, "that there is no doubt of that. The question is, who did it?
I come and fin' de Prospector he's ver' mad; mos' awful mad; never see heem lak, dat before. 'Perault, he say, 'get ponee and grub queek. We go for de Los' Reever." "By gar! He's mak me scare. I get ponee an' grub and get off queek, toute suite, right away. Well, we go two day hard and come to de camp where de Ole Boss he's die, den we climb over de montin.
Send beeg feller along all right." The girl stood listening to Perault's dramatic tale, her face growing white. "Is father not hurt at all, then?" she asked. "Non. Hees tough ole man, dat boss," said Perault. Then he added lightly, "Oh! hees broke some small bone what you call? on de collar, dere. Dat noting 'tall." "Oh, Perault!" exclaimed the girl. "You're not telling me the truth.
"Never a `thank you' for gittin' half killed in place of his kid." Perault walked up to Shock, and offering his hand, said in a voice husky and broken, "Dat's two for you dis even' me an' dat leele feller. For me I can't spik my heart," smiting himself on the breast, "but my heart dat's your own now, by gar!" He wrung Shock's hand in both of his and turned quickly away.
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