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"Not much!" echoed Perault, and in this feeling all emphatically agreed. "Do you know where we can get such a man?" said the Superintendent, "such a prospector?" There was no answer. "I do not either. Now, what are you going to do?" Then Sinclair spoke up. "Do you mean, Doctor, to remove Mr. Macgregor from us? That would seem to be very hard upon this field."
I have rolled myself in wet blankets in mid-winter when suffering from a severe cold, and have come forth perfectly recovered. You remember the Elk Valley, Perault?" "Oui, for sure. I say dat tam ole boss blam-fool. Hees cough! cough! ver' bad. Nex' mornin', by gar! he's all right." "And will be again soon, Perault, my boy, by the help of these same blankets," said the old man confidently.
Late at night Shock returned bringing the doctor with him, both weary and spent with the long, hard day's work. From Perault, who was watching for his return, he heard of the arrival of the Superintendent. He was much surprised and mortified that his Superintendent should have arrived in his absence, and should have found no one to welcome him.
De Prospector he's got map and show me trail. Oui, I know him bon, fus rate. 'Perault, he say, 'you min' las' year de Ole Boss he's fin' good mine way up in de valley? `Oui, for sure. 'You know de trail? Oui, certainment. 'Den, he say, 'we go dere. Nex' day we strike dat trail and go four or five mile. We come to dat valley Mon Dieu! dere's no valley dere.
At length everything was in place and the building ready for the opening. The preparations for this great event were in the hands of a committee, of which The Kid was chairman; the decorations were left to Ike and Perault; the programme was left to The Kid, assisted by Marion, who had been persuaded not only to sing, herself, but had agreed to train the school children in some action songs.
And Perault went on to describe, with dramatic fervour and appropriate gesticulation, the scene at the Black Dog, bringing out into strong relief his own helplessness and stupidity, and the cool daring of the stranger who had snatched his "ole boss" out of the jaws of the Black Dog. "By Jove!" exclaimed a rancher when the narrative was finished, "not bad, that. Who was the chap, Rainy?"
"It's this Oi've been waintin' f'r many a day, an' now by the powers Oi'll be takin' the life of yez, so Oi will." His threat would undoubtedly have been carried out, for Perault was bent far back, his face was black, and his tongue protruded from his wide opens mouth. But at this moment the door opened and Shock quietly stepped in.
But, though Perault had suffered at the hands of the big Irishman, the chief cause of his hatred was not personal. He knew, what many others in the community suspected, that for years Carroll had systematically robbed and had contributed largely to the ruin of his "old boss." Walter Mowbray was haunted by one enslaving vice. He was by temperament and by habit a gambler.
"Dat beeg feller hees roll Fadder Mike up in one beeg bunch an' stick heem in hees pocket. Dat feller he's not 'fraid noting. Beeg blam-fool, jus' lak ole boss, for sure." "I guess he must be good stuff, Rainy, if you put him in that class." "Dat's hees place," averred Rainy with emphasis. "Jus' lak ole boss." At this point Carroll came in. "Hello, Perault!" he said.
Carroll was working himself up into a fine rage. "De boss, he's in bed," replied Perault coolly. "De pony, he's in de Black Dog Reever, guess." "The Black Dog? What the blank, blank d'ye mane, anyway? Why don't ye answer? Blank ye f'r a cursed crapeau of a Frenchman? Is that pony of moine drowned?" "Mebbe," said Perault, shrugging his shoulders, "unless he leev under de water lak one mush-rat."
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