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It was just one chance, and if he was wrong, no matter; the others would leave on the next up-river steamer; whereas, if his suspicion proved a certainty, if Stark had lied to throw them off the track, and Runnion had taken her down-stream well, Poleon wished no one to hinder him, for he would travel light. The boat WAS gone!
He glanced towards the wooded shores a stone's-throw above, then back at the coward he had beaten and whose life was forfeit under the code. There was a queer light in his eyes. "Leave him here, Poleon. We'll go away, you and I, in the canoe, and the first boat will pick him up. Come."
"Keep away or I'll fire!" threatened Runnion again; and she screamed, "Don't try it, Poleon, he'll kill you!" At her words Runnion raised his weapon and fired. She heard the woods behind reverberate with the echoes like a sounding-board, saw the white spurt of smoke and the skitter of the bullet as it went wide.
"If I had a brother I'd want him to love a girl like that." "But you have no brother, outside of 'Poleon Doret." Hilda was more than ever amazed when her companion laughed softly, contentedly. "I know, but if I had one, I'd want him to be like Pierce. I My dear, something has changed in me, oh, surprisingly!
"We're hitched up and ready to say 'gid-dap, but we came back to see how Letty's getting along," the former explained. 'Poleon shook his head doubtfully; his face was grave. "She's bad seeck." "Does she know about old Sam?" "She ain't know not'in'. She's crazee altogether. Poor li'l gal, she's jus' lak baby. I'm scare' as hell."
He fumbled in his pockets and unwrapped a gift cigar, then felt for a match. Poleon tossed one on the bar, and he reached for it twice, missing it each time. "I guess dose new frien' of yours is mak' you purty full, M'sieu' Tin Vest." "Nothin' of the sort. I've got a bad dose of indigestion." "Dat's 'orrible disease! Dere's plaintee riche man die on dat seecknesse. You better lie down."
'Poleon was solicitous. He blamed himself, too. "It's dem wet moccasin'. I should have stop' an' mak' you change," said he. "We can't stop," Rock groaned. "I'll be all right as soon as " The words ended in another explosive oath as he again put his weight upon the injured member. Blasphemy poured from his lips as repeatedly he tried to force his foot to carry him.
"But 'Poleon has just come in from the creeks and we've a lot to talk about." "Won't it keep? I never seen talk spoil overnight." When Rouletta smilingly shook her head Mr. Ryan dangled a tempting bait before her. "I got a swell fairy-story for you. I bet you'd eat it up.
I don' never t'ink he'll mak' fun of poor little gal." "But he has, Poleon; that's just what he has done." She came near to breaking down, and finished, pathetically, "They're telling the story on the street, so Runnion says." "Dat's easy t'ing for feex," he said. "Runnion, she don' spread no more story lak' dat." "I don't care what they say. I want the truth.
When Burrell entered he wasted no time in greetings. "I know why you sent for me, Poleon. I've heard the news, and I would have been up anyhow to congratulate her very soon. I call it pretty fine." "Yes, dere's been beeg strike all right, an' Necia is goin' be riche gal." "I'm as pleased as if the claim were mine, and you feel the same way, of course." The Frenchman nodded.
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