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And get the locket and the ring, with the story back of them." Again Lemoine referred to the cost. He would have to take his dog-train to Whoop-Up, and from there out to the creek where Pierre Roubideaux was living. Makoye-kin and his family might be wintering anywhere within a radius of a hundred miles. Was there any use in going out on such a wild-hare chase?
"The locket I see at Whoop-Up, the one Pierre Roubideaux buy from old Makoye-kin's squaw." "A picture of a Blackfoot?" "No-o. Maybe French maybe from the 'Merican country. I do not know." Whaley took the pipe from his mouth and sat up, the chill eyes in his white face fixed and intent. "Go back to Whoop-Up, Lemoine. Buy that locket and that ring for me from Pierre Roubideaux.
What's the matter with running up Sweetwater Creek and lying out in the bad lands around the Roubideaux?" "Good. I have a sheep-camp up that way. I can arrange to have grub sent there for us by a man I can trust." "All right. The Roubideaux goes."
Pierre Roubideaux couldn't tell him anything about the locket and the ring. Makoye-kin said he got it from his brother who was one of a party that massacred an American outfit of trappers headed for Peace River. He doesn't know whether the picture of the woman in the locket was that of one of the women in the camp.
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