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Keith turned quickly at these insulting words, saw the outstretched hand, and with one blow of his clenched fist he struck the cup, and dashed its contents into Pritchen's leering face. With an oath of rage the latter sprang for the missionary. But he was not dealing with Amos now, nor any common man.
He had been standing silently in a corner, watching with disgust the way in which the business was being conducted. He noticed that the men chosen were Pritchen's tools. Why had the chairman selected him? "I would rather not act," he quietly replied. "Please appoint some one else." "Ye'd better do it, parson," urged Caribou Sol. "A chaplain may be needed, an' ye'll be mighty handy."
"You've had the D. T.'s, old man, that was the trouble with you. What you thought was writing was nothing but snakes." "Ye see, b'ys," continued Sol, ignoring Pritchen's thrust, "the words, 'Homes Ruined Here, 'Disease, Insanity, an' Murder Found Here, 'This Way to the Poor House an' the Grave. That's what we see, an' yit we walk right in an' buy with them words a-starin' us in the face."
All doubt was at once removed, and as the old man stretched out a scrawny hand for the treasure, a smile of triumph passed over Pritchen's hard face. "I caught the rascal at last," he said to himself as he left the lodge. "It was mighty lucky for me that I had that photo. I had forgotten all about it. But I must get it back some way or else there may be trouble."
The last that Constance heard was Pritchen's cry of rage and fear as he struggled with his antagonist, and then she fell back unconscious upon the trail. When Old Pete left Klassan, and went back to Siwash Creek with Keith's dogs, he expected to return in a short time with a supply of moose-meat.
Name yer men, and let's get this business fixed up." Pritchen's eye gleamed with a triumphant light at this turn of affairs. He made a show of refusing such an important task, but the men would not listen. "Come, man," said Perdue, "stick to yer job. Ye kin do it, and all 'ill be satisfied." "Well, if you want me to do it," replied Pritchen, "you'll have to put up with my choice.
Just at this moment, when she felt quite secure, a figure loomed up suddenly before her and barred the way. With a cry of mingled surprise and fear, Constance started back as she recognized Pritchen's burly form, and heard his sneering laugh. "Frightened, are you?" he asked. "I must be a monster." "What do you mean?" Constance demanded, summoning what courage she could.
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