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Updated: May 11, 2025
Sure, though, it wint as tinder as pullets, for all that but I wish you hadn't tould us." The old man stood leaning on his gun, his chin on his hands, as they covered the muzzle, his eyes fixed on something in his memory, the vision of incidents he had lived or seen. Lawless went over to the fire and relit his pipe. Shon followed him. They both watched Pourcette.
"Holy Mary!" he said, and retreated. Lawless had not noticed; he was pouring out the liquor. He had handed the cup first to Pourcette, who raised it towards a gun hung above the fireplace, and said something under his breath. "A dramatic little fellow," thought Lawless; "the spirit of his forefathers a good deal of heart, a little of the poseur." Then hearing Shon's exclamation, he turned.
"I will take you there," said Pourcette, suddenly rising, and, with shy abrupt motions grasping their hands and immediately letting them go again. "I will take you to-morrow." Then he spread skins upon the floor, put wood upon the fire, and the three were soon asleep.
A dog-team and a bois-brule bring them, and then I am alone as before. When all that is done I will come back." "And then, Pourcette?" said Shon. "Then I will hang that one skin over the chimney where his gun is and go out and kill more pumas. What else can one do? When I stop killing I shall be killed. A million pumas and their skins are not worth the life of my friend."
But not Shon nor anyone else could tell aught of him; he had wandered north to outlying goldfields, and then had disappeared completely. But there, as it would seem, his coat and cap hung, and his rifle, dust-covered, kept guard over the fire. Shon went over to the coat, did as Pourcette had done, and said: "Is it gone y'are, Jo, wid your slow tongue and your big heart?
When they reached Clear Mountain, bringing with them the skin which was to hang above the fireplace, Pourcette prepared to go to Fort St. John, as he had said he would, to sell all the skins and give the proceeds to the girl. "When that's done," said Lawless, "you will have no reason for staying here. If you will come with us after, we will go to the Fort with you.
A dog-team and a bois-brule bring them, and then I am alone as before. When all that is done I will come back." "And then, Pourcette?" said Shon. "Then I will hang that one skin over the chimney where his gun is and go out and kill more pumas. What else can one do? When I stop killing I shall be killed. A million pumas and their skins are not worth the life of my friend."
He suddenly became silent; and shook his head, and spoke under his breath. "Yes," said Lawless quietly, "you went away. What then?" He looked up quickly, as though just aware of their presence, and continued: "Well, the other followed, as I said, and " "No, Pourcette," interposed Lawless, "you didn't say. Who was the other that followed?"
The man rose to his feet with a cry, and his hands stretched above his head, as it were in a kind of ecstasy. Shon forgot his gold and ran; Lawless hurried also. When the two men got to the spot they found Pourcette binding up his wounds. He came to his feet, heedless of his hurts, and grasped their hands. "Come, come, my friends, and see," he cried.
Lawless looked round the room, at the wooden cup, the gun, the bloodstained clothes on the wall, and the skins. He got up, came over, and touched Pourcette on the shoulder. "Little man," he said, "give it up, and come with me. Come to Fort St. John, sell the skins, give the money to the girl, and then let us travel to the Barren Grounds together, and from there to the south country again.
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