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Updated: June 5, 2025
But when De Launay asked about Sucatash and Dave she could do no more than tell him that the first had gone to the ranch to get snowshoes and dogs, and the latter had gone out yesterday and had not come back, though she had heard a single shot late in the afternoon. De Launay listened with a frown. He was in a cold rage at Banker, but there were other things to do than try to find him.
Left the camp day before yesterday and never came back. I wasn't there." "And madame? She all right?" "She is now. I found her yesterday morning with Banker, the prospector. He was trying to torture her into telling him where that mine is located. Hurt her pretty bad." Sucatash lay silent for a moment. Then: "Jumpin' snakes!" he said. "That fellow has got a lot comin' to him, ain't he?"
Sucatash was in bad shape, and De Launay was not particularly interested in old Jim's vagaries at the present time, so he made all speed back to the crater. Sucatash, who knew of the windfall, would not believe that the soldier had found an entrance into the place until he had actually treaded the game trail. He looked backward from the heights above the tangle after they had come through it.
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!"
Behind her Sucatash walked uncertainly, glaring from side to side at the gaping men. The groups that kept to themselves cast appraising eyes on the cow-puncher and then turned them away. They pointedly returned to their own affairs as though to say that, however strange, the advent of this girl accompanied by the lean rider, was none of their business.
"I knew him," said De Launay. "You knowed my old man?" "But maybe he'd not remember me." Sucatash sensed the fact that De Launay intended to be reticent. "Dad sure knows all the old-timers and their histories," he declared. "Him and old Ike Brandon was the last ranchers left this side the Esmeraldas, and since Ike checked in a year ago he's the last survivor.
He pitched the rifle left by Sucatash out into the snow, kicked the girl's saddle aside, dumped her bedding and her clothes on the floor, tore and fumbled among things that his foul hands should never have touched nor his evil eyes have seen.
His eyes slowly closed but he was not unconscious, for he spoke again. "It's nothing much. That rat couldn't kill Louisiana!" The man who was examining De Launay made an impatient gesture and Sucatash drew her gently away. She rose slowly, bending dumbly over the physician, as he seemed to be. "Reckon he's right," said this man, grimly, as he bared De Launay's chest. "Huh!
Solange was progressing bravely, though she was still weak. Sucatash, however, was in worse shape and evidently would not be fit to move for several days. The next day he did not go to his post, but on the third morning, finding Sucatash improving, he again took up his vigil. On that day banked clouds hovered over the high peaks and nearly hid them from view.
"You'd better see her and talk it over. Meantime, this prohibition is some burdensome." "Which it ain't the happiest incumbrance of the world," agreed Sucatash. "They do say that the right kind of a hint will work at the Empire Pool Rooms." "If they have it, we'll get it," asserted De Launay, confidently. "You-all point the way."
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