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Slowly opening my eyes I became aware of the fact that I was lying in front of a blazing fire, surrounded by Big Otter, Blondin, and Dougall, who stood gazing at me with anxious looks, while Henri Coppet knelt at my side, attempting to pour some warm tea down my throat. "Dere now, monsieur," said Coppet, who was rather fond of airing his English, especially when excited, "Yoos kom too ver queek.
But there was no time to investigate the mystery of the matter, for another ringing war-whoop told that the Blackfeet, having recovered from their consternation, had summoned courage to renew the assault. "Down queek!" said the girl, looking earnestly into her companion's face, and pointing to the dark hole, where the head of a rude ladder, dimly visible, showed what had to be done.
Orme did not reply. The Japanese who had brought the prospectuses from the tonneau now stepped to Maku's assistance, for Orme had made a motion of the body which showed that he was rapidly losing his patience. "Queek!" Still no answer. "Ha!" The exclamation had a ring of triumph. "Mees have um!" He nodded toward the car where the girl still sat. "No," exclaimed Orme vehemently. "She has not."
At the sight of her face he beamed sleepily. Eglantine laughed and cried: "Good! Now 'e zinks you are 'ere! But you must eat your breakfast queek, and be ready to run fast into ze wood when ze lawyer coom!" Pollyooly bathed and dressed quickly, putting on a dark frock that she might be less visible in the thickets. Then she came briskly down-stairs and made an excellent breakfast.
"Ah, cré nom d'un nom! I haf to go, queek!" "Where to?" "No mattaire. I tank you all to-morrow. I explain eferyting den. Now, I go." "You had better stay where you are, Monsieur de Courtois," said Steingall in French. "Milord Valletort and Count Vassilan have arrived. I have seen them, and nothing more can be done with respect to their affair tonight.
I mak investigation. No can find mans at home. But him no go vaire far, vaire long, or him no leave dogs. Him come queek, you bet!" "Help me out, Pierre. I'm tired all over from the boat. You might have made it softer, you know." From a nest of furs amidships, Karen Sayther rose to her full height of slender fairness.
They acted on Rob's suggestion, and, passing rapidly on down the now slightly discolored water, they soon left the Finlay gap behind them. Their journey was but brief, however, for soon they heard the boom of the rapids below them. "On shore, queek!" called Moise to Rob, who was in the bow of the leading boat.
I want to talk a little with Mr. Farris." His hand on the artist's elbow, Bud Lee forced him gently away. The two disappeared into the little room off the library where José was placing a great bowl of punch on the table. "Que hay, Bud," grinned José. "Your ol' nose smell the booze damn' queek, no?" He set down his bowl and went out. Farris stared wonderingly at Lee. "Bud, is it?" he grunted.
Then he drew up the table beside Carrigan and proceeded to lay out before him the boiled fish which St. Pierre's wife had promised him. With it was bread and an earthen pot of hot tea. "She say that ees all you have because of ze fever. Bateese say, 'Stuff heem wit' much so that he die queek!" "You want to see me dead. Is that it, Bateese?" "OUI. You mak' wan ver' good dead man, m'sieu!"
Jan uneducated, or learning but slowly, would, as Jean well knew, very soon mean Jan dead a mere section of dog-food worth no dollars at all. So Jean laughed at the big hound. "You see, Jan," he said. "You watch um, Jan, an' learn queek eh? Yes, I think you learn queek."
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