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Updated: May 11, 2025
Nor could you nor me, if we'd had sich a cowardly trick played upon us. He jist stated the matter in words that rung with truth, any ninny could see that. But every wan on that committee got so excited that they jist threw questions at 'im." "'Whar is the key, says Pritchen. "'Why did ye git so scart when we axed ye to open the chist? speaks up Perdue.
You may tell any one you like the whole truth, and how the Indians have been helped by the system." "I shall," replied Joe, and the look upon his face revealed his sincerity. "As to the next," continued Keith, "I shall be brief. No greater lie has ever been fabricated against a human being than that. Pritchen himself is the guilty one, and tries to shuffle the blame on me.
He saw the dark figure on the ground and heard the crashing of the bushes through which Pritchen was struggling, at the same time beating off the furious onset of the dog. Pete lost not an instant, but drawing forth his match case, made of two cartridge shells fitted closely together, he struck a light, and as it flashed upon Constance's face so still and white, a deep groan escaped his lips.
He quickly drew it forth, and from its pages produced a small photograph. That it was the face of a young man, handsome and fair, did not signify. It would serve his purpose, Pritchen felt sure of that. "See," he said, holding it in his hand. "The white chief sends his picture to the chief of the Takudhs." This was enough.
"Blamed if I know. Maybe he had some reason. Anyway it doesn't prove anything." "I didn't say it did," snapped Pritchen, who was feeling sore at this man's indifference, and considerate way of looking at the matter. His elation had very much cooled in the presence of these men.
"You ought to know," again came the voice. Perdue was furious. He was about to give vent to his feelings in no uncertain language, when Pritchen laid his hand upon his shoulder. "Be quiet, Jim, and never mind the cur. Let's get on with our job. I choose the parson," he continued, looking the missionary full in the eyes. Keith started as he heard his name mentioned.
Quick as lightning his hand slipped to his hip pocket, a revolver flashed for an instant in sight, and then whirled through the room to strike heavily against the opposite wall, while Pritchen staggered back, and sank heavily to the floor, felled like an ox by one blow of Caribou Sol's clenched fist. Instantly an uproar arose.
But still something disturbed the chief. He looked long and intently at the white men, and again spoke to Amos. "De chief," explained the latter to the miners, "ask if white man all here?" "No," responded Sol, who had been requested by his companions to act as spokesman, "there are two absent, the gray-haired man up in yon cabin, and Bill Pritchen." "De chief only want Bill," was the response.
The Reading Room had proved a success, notwithstanding his jibes and sneers, and a goodly number of men were spending their evenings there who formerly haunted Perdue's place. "D him!" muttered Pritchen half aloud. "I don't want to have any words with the cur. I wish I had taken some other route." Even then he was tempted to put on his snowshoes and cut off from the trail.
"Innocent and pure as the flower of the field," sneered Pritchen, quoting the missionary's own words. Scarcely had he ceased when Keith, throwing discretion to the wind, leaped upon him, and with one blow sent him reeling back over a small bench standing near.
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