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If that's it, this here dive is sure no place for peaceable folks like us at this time o' night." "But it is here that these desperate men who will kill may be found, is it not?" Solange asked. "You can sure find 'em as bad as you want 'em, in there. But you can't go in there, ma'am! My God! That place is hell!" "Then it is the place for me," said Solange.
Old Jim's luck's still holdin' good. I found this here mine, now, although you wouldn't tell me where it was. Didn't I?" "I suppose so," said Solange indifferently. "I do not care about the mine, monsieur. It is yours. But there is something that I wish and I have money " The instant light of greed that answered this announcement convinced her that she had struck the right note.
Which we already signs on with mad'mo'selle. We hunts mines, murderers, or horned toads for her if she says so." Solange laughed, and there was affection in her mirth. "That is splendid, messieurs. I cannot thank you." "You don't need to," growled Dave. "All we asks is a chance to slay this here husband of yours. Which we-all admires to see you a widow."
"And you," he finished, "when you are ready to start, will gather your outfit at Wallace's ranch near Willow Spring. From there is only one way that you can go to follow your father's trail. He must have come out of the Esmeraldas through Shoestring Cañon, therefore you must go into them that way. I will be there when you come." Solange turned to the door and he bowed to her.
They only knew that they had been liberally tipped to afford Madame de Launay every service and comfort, and, as her appearance was striking and distinguished, they rendered the service with an impressive enthusiasm. From this point on De Launay took his rightful place as a mere appanage. When they left New York Solange was apparently in full control and De Launay a mere courier.
De Launay wanted to shout with laughter as he thought of the search of years ending in this fashion: the discovery of the Bonanza, under the very nose of the dead man's daughter, by the very man who had murdered him! But his impulse was stifled as his keen mind cast back over the past days. He recalled the rescue of Solange and the ambush from the top of the great, flat outcrop.
Solange made an impatient gesture. "Some one quiet him!" she exclaimed. "Am I not my own mistress, then!" "Yuh better be keerful what yuh call me, young feller," said Banker, belligerently. "Yuh can't rack into this here camp and get insultin' that a way." "Aw, shut up!" retorted Sucatash, flaming. "Think yuh can bluff me when I'm a-facin' yuh? Yuh damn', cowardly horned toad!"
Indeed, I believe the only chance you would have to marry him would be by telling him all about them. He is, or was, an American, it is true, but he has been French for many years and he is not a common soldier. I refer to General de Launay." "General de Launay!" repeated Solange wonderingly. "Why, he is a distinguished man, monsieur!"
Then there's the kind of women that follows a rush the kind you wouldn't want to be seen with even and the men might allow you was the same kind if you come rackin' in among 'em." Solange listened thoughtfully and even smiled bleakly. "These men would kill, you say, for money?" "For money, marbles or chalk," said Sucatash. He was about to embellish this when she nodded with satisfaction.
Then, with a pine branch, he swept out the place, cleaned the bunk thoroughly and cleared the litter from the floors. Solange reclined against a pile of bedding and canvas and fairly drank in the heat from the fire. He found a clump of spruce and hacked branches from it, with which he filled the bunk, making a thick, springy mattress.
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