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It would be a long journey, far to the West and North a journey that none of his kind had ever fared back from, and he wished to go light, as all good adventurers go. Runnion annoyed him with his volubility, for the news of his good-fortune had fired the man with a reckless disregard for money, and he turned to gaming as the one natural recourse of his ilk.
I've trusted you before, and if you're not on the level now, say so. It will save you a lot of trouble." "Oh! All right!" exclaimed Runnion, testily. "Only it looks mighty queer." He melted into the darkness and Stark returned to his cabin, where he paced back and forth impatiently, smiling evilly now and then, consulting his watch at frequent intervals.
They were nearly ready to set out for Flambeau when the five men returned. "Before you go," said Stark, "I think we'd better organize our mining district. There are enough present to do it." "We can make the kind of laws we want before the gang comes along," Runnion chimed in, "and elect a recorder who will give us a square deal." "I'll agree if we give Lee the job," said Gale.
You promis' jus' now you don' get mad, an' I don' say she's Runnion neider w'at spik dose t'ing; dere's more dan 'im been talkin'. Is it true?" His sternness offended Burrell, for the soldier was not the kind to discuss his affairs in this way, therefore he drew back scowling. "Poleon Doret," he said, "it's not one's enemies who do him injury, it's his damned fool friends.
The dancing craft upon which their eyes were fixed whipped about, almost leaping from the water at one stroke, then came towards them, now nothing but a narrow thing, half again the width of a man's body. The current carried it down abreast of them, then past, and Runnion rose, releasing the girl, who cried out with all her might to the boatman.
With him was a stranger. When the boat was at rest Runnion sauntered down the gang-plank and up to the Lieutenant, who stood above the landing-place, and who noted that the scar, close up against his hat-band, was scarce healed. He accosted the officer with an insolent assurance. "Well, I'm back again, you see, and I'm back to stay." "Very well, Runnion; did you bring an outfit with you?"
It lies next to Lee's, and it's sure to be rich; ours is so far away it may not be worth the recorder's fees. This creek may be as spotted as a coach-dog, so I don't intend to take any chances." "She made her locations legally," said Runnion. "You leave that to me. When will the other boys he here?" "To-morrow morning.
She's as graceful as a fawn; she's white, too. Nobody would ever know she was a breed." "She's a good girl," said Stark, musingly, in a gentle tone that Runnion had never heard before. "Getting kind of mushy, ain't you? I thought you had passed that stage, old man." "No, I don't like her in that way." "Well, I do, and I'm dead sore on that soldier." "She's not your kind," said Stark.
He swooped down with these helpers on his pile of merchandise that had lain beneath tarpaulins on the river-bank since the day he and Runnion landed, and by mid-afternoon a great tent had been stretched over a framework of peeled poles built on the lot where he and Necia had stood earlier in the day. Before dark his saloon was running.
He hitched nervously at the band of his overalls, while Necia answered: "That's all right, Poleon." Then, without warning, her face froze with mingled repulsion and wonder. "Look! Look!" she whispered, pointing past him. Runnion was moving slowly, crawling painfully into a sitting posture, uplifting a terribly mutilated face, dazed and half conscious, groping for possession of his wits.
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