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And then Snass strode in to the fire through the falling snowflakes, and Smoke's opportunity was lost. "Good evening," Snass burred gruffly. "Your partner has made a mess of it. I am glad you had better sense." "You might tell me what's happened," Smoke urged. The flash of white teeth through the stained beard was not pleasant. "Certainly, I'll tell you. Your partner has killed one of my people.
He ain't over a half a mile away right now. "'I hope they ain't no children on the road, says Peewee. "I figgers this Harry Evans is sure ridin' a threshin'-machine with its insides loose, but when he comes through the gates I gets a shock. Say, his machine ain't much bigger'n a good-sized sardine can! It's painted red 'n' smoke's comin' out of the front of it.
Those in the rear hailed it with acclaim. In the windless air it burned easily, and he led the way more quickly. "It's a sure stampede," Shorty decided. "Or might all them be sleep-walkers?" "We're at the head of the procession at any rate," was Smoke's answer. "Oh, I don't know. Mebbe that's a firefly ahead there. Mebbe they're all fireflies that one, an' that one. Look at 'em!
"How do you do," she murmured gravely, with a queer, delightful accent, her voice, silvery as the furs she wore, coming with a shock to Smoke's ears, attuned as they were to the harsh voices of the camp squaws. Smoke could only mumble phrases that were awkwardly reminiscent of his best society manner. "I am glad to see you," she went on slowly and gropingly, her face a ripple of smiles.
At the first corner, beside Smoke's stake, Von Schroeder placed his. The mallets struck at the same instant. As they hammered, more arrived from behind and with such impetuosity as to get in one another's way and cause jostling and shoving.
In such fashion, Smoke's trial began. The speaker, a loose-jointed, hard-rock man from Colorado, manifested irritation and disgust when Harding set his suggestion aside, demanded the proceedings should be regular, and nominated one, Shunk Wilson, for judge and chairman of the meeting.
The population of Two Cabins constituted the jury, though, after some discussion, the woman, Lucy, was denied the right to vote on Smoke's guilt or innocence. While this was going on, Smoke, jammed into a corner on a bunk, overheard a whispered conversation between Breck and a miner. "You haven't fifty pounds of flour you'll sell?" Breck queried.
Down an occasional opening he could see the distant forest that edged the mesa, and once he thought he saw a horse's head behind a bush, but it turned out to be the stub of a fallen tree. The brush hid the cabin as he worked toward the timber. Presently he discovered Blue Smoke's tracks and followed them down into a shallow hollow where the brush was thick.
Then Weston got up from his lair of spruce twigs fully dressed, for the night was chilly and the shack had only three sides to it, while the men who live in such places not infrequently take off their clothes to work and put them on when they go to bed. "The wind has evidently dropped, and the smoke's drifting back. I can't stand much more of this," said Weston.
Amelia never knew how the tide of public apprehension surged about her, nor how her next-door neighbor looked anxiously out, the first thing on rising, to exclaim, with a sigh of relief, and possibly a dramatic pang, "There! her smoke's a-goin'." Meantime, the tramp fell into all the usages of life indoors; and without, he worked revolution.
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