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She was riding closer to Sucatash who motioned toward the distant crest of the range which showed through the gap of the cañon. She nodded. She was mountain born and bred and recognized the signs. "There will be a storm, monsieur." Sucatash rewarded her with an admiring glance. "Afraid we're headed into it," he said. "Better turn back?"
"I'll do the killing, and you and Sucatash will merely have to hold the claim. The sympathy of the miners will be with you, and there should be little difficulty unless it turns out that some one has a grubstake interest." He had to explain again the intricacies of this phase of mining. Solange listened intently, sitting now on the edge of the bunk.
He plodded downward and across the rank grass, going slowly and reluctantly to the cabin. Entering it, he went first to Sucatash, asking him how he felt. The cow-puncher raised himself with rapidly returning strength, noting the serious expression on De Launay's face. "I'm getting right hearty," he answered. "I'll drag myself out and sit up to-night, I reckon.
Banker released his hold on his horse's nose and tightened the pull on the wire at the same time. His horse neighed. Shrilly and loud, Sucatash's mount answered. Head thrown high and turned to the side he half checked his stride at the call of his kind. Startled, Sucatash also threw up his head and turned. Then the wire clutched the forelegs of the horse and, with a crash, he went down.
Dave uttered a protest. "Don't you mention it, mad'moiselle. Sucatash and me was both in France and, while we can't give that there country any rank ahead of the U.
"I've already told you that I don't count. Her marriage was merely a formality and she'll be free within a short time." Sucatash grinned. "I hate to contradict you, old-timer. In fact, I sure wish you was right. But, even if she don't know it herself, I know. It sure beats the deuce how much those eyes of hers can say even when they don't know they're sayin' it." De Launay nodded.
A squeaky fiddle and a mandolin uttered dimly heard notes which were tossed about in the greater turmoil. Stamping feet made a continuous sound, curiously muffled. "What is this?" said Solange, drawing rein before the place. "Ma'am, you better come along," replied Sucatash. "I reckon the bootleggers and gamblers have run in a load of poison and started a honkatonk.
I have a feeling that we shall find this man. But it will be with Monsieur de Launay's help. I do not know why but I feel that he will bring us to the man. We must rejoin him as soon as possible." "All right," said Sucatash, shortly. Dave muttered, "Damn De Launay!" But they both turned back to their work and hastened their preparations.
"What's wanted?" "Then will you take this pistol, and kill that man for me?" Sucatash's eyes narrowed and his mottled hair seemed to bristle. He turned on De Launay. "What's he done?" he asked, with cold fury. De Launay did not move. Solange answered dully. "He is the man who married me when he was the man who had murdered my father!" But Sucatash made no move toward the pistol.
"It ain't likely he knows much that will help, mad'mo'selle," said Sucatash, also eager to aid, "but my old man was around here when these hostilities was pulled off, and it's possible he might help you. He could tell you as much as any one, I reckon." "Your father?" "Yes, ma'am.
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