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For the moment he had quite forgotten that the knife had been left in the camp where he had slain Perrin, and the sudden sight of it had thrown him off his guard. It was now too late to unsay the words, but not too late to mislead his hearers. "I got it from Marie Blanc," said Slowfoot with a look of surprise. "Does the knife belong to Cloudbrow?" "I think it does. I'm almost sure it iss mine.
'Won't ride, won't he? asked the Captain. 'Not if he can help it, replied George, adding, 'but he's such a shocking huntsman never saw such a huntsman in all my life. George's experience lay between his Uncle Jellyboy, who rode eighteen stone and a half, Tom Scramble, the pedestrian huntsman of the Slowfoot hounds, near Mr. Latherington's, and Mr. Watchorn.
She no longer cried for a pull at her father's pipe. "Have you heard that Kateegoose is dead?" asked Slowfoot. "No how did he die?" "He was met on the plains by enemies, killed, and scalped." "That is sad very sad," said La Certe. "The world is well rid of him," observed Slowfoot; "he was a bad man."
Of course, Slowfoot was with him amiable, meek, and silent as ever. And so was Baby La Certe, a five-year-old by that time, and obviously a girl with a stronger penchant than ever for tobacco! "The buffalo have been found already," said Dechamp to Dan Davidson, as the latter rode into camp at the head of his party.
She no longer hands the pipe of peace to our little one indeed she refuses to let it have the pipe at all, though the poor child cries for it, and comes to me secretly, when Slowfoot is out of the way, to beg for a draw. Then, she scolds me no, she does not scold. Slowfoot cannot scold. She is too amiable but she remonstrates, and that is worse than scolding, for it enlists myself against myself.
As for Slowfoot, she listened with evident interest and curiosity to the strange teaching and exhortations of the Elder, but when appealed to for some sort of opinion on the various points touched, she replied with an imbecile "Hee! hee!" which was not encouraging. However, the good man had sown the seed faithfully and kindly.
"Yes, my Slowfoot you are right. I must reform. I will cast off my sloth as a garment even even though I should go naked all the rest of my days! I will work energise! I will " "Hold your tongue, La Certe, and listen," said Dan in a low, stern voice. "I am all attention," returned the poor man in a similarly low tone. "Are you game to fight, if you get the chance?"
After a few minutes' profound consideration, he put out his pipe and arose quickly with something like an appearance of firmness in his look and bearing. Slowfoot, whose utter ignorance of both French and English prevented her understanding the drift of the recent conversation, was almost startled by the unfamiliar action of her lord. "Where go you?" she asked.
"Slowfoot is not a fool," retorted the woman: "the old man will never hear her say that. What has Slowfoot got to do with it? She can hold her tongue!" "She can do that, for certain," returned her husband with good-natured sarcasm. "In that, as in many things, she excels other women. I would never have married her had it not been so. But how do you come to be so sure?"
"There is light enough without the lantern; besides ha! there, it is out again! What a trouble it is! Impossible to keep it in such a night!" "Hee! hee!" giggled Slowfoot, who was busy refilling her pipe.
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