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Sucatash went with him, and, catlike, strove to throw himself from the saddle. Unfortunately, he leaped on the outer side where the ledge fell away steeply. He freed himself from the plunging horse, but his head struck hard against the gnarled trunk of a juniper and, half stunned, his body slid over the edge and dropped.
"That sounds as though it might be the wise thing to do," said Wilding. Solange turned to him. "That is true. I thank Monsieur Sucatash. And, Monsieur Wilding, there is one thing you can do for me, besides the arrangements for that divorce. Can you not search the records to find out what is known of my father's death and who killed him?" "But it appears that the killer was Louisiana."
Like MacGregor, they evidently saw something beneath his habiliments, though the small mustache puzzled them. "You-all been to France?" asked Dave. De Launay did not answer direct. "There was some reputed bronk peelers nursin' mules overseas," he mused. "Their daddies would sure have been mortified to see 'em." "We didn't dry nurse no mules, pilgrim," said Sucatash. "When did you lick Hindenburg?"
Solange broke into a laugh and her eyes grew deep and mysterious again as she stooped to him while the embarrassed Sucatash sidled out under the tent flap. "You will make yourself poor," she said. "I couldn't," he answered, "so long as Morgan la fée is with me in Avalon." Sucatash called from outside, plaintively: "I got the dogs fed and ready, mad'mo'selle I mean, madame!
Sucatash glanced hastily at the document, reading the opening words: "I, Louis Bienville de Launay, colonel and late general of division of the army of France, being of sound and disposing mind, do make, declare, and publish this my Last Will and Testament " His eye caught only one other phrase: "I give, bequeath, and devise to my dearly beloved wife, Solange "
The sound of voices was more frequent and insistent down here, though most of it seemed to come from some place ahead. In the hope that she would push on through the camp Sucatash followed the girl. They came at last to a long, dim bulk, glowing with light from a height of about six feet and black below that level. From this place surged a raucous din of voices, cursing, singing and quarreling.
"It will take more than storms to turn me back," she answered. Sucatash nodded and turned again to look at the sky turning gray and gradually blackening above the dim line of the ridge. Even as they watched it, the sky seemed to descend upon the crest and to melt it. The outlines became vague, broken up, changed. "Snowing up there," he said. "By'n by, it'll be snowin' down here.
Outside, she sat down on a log and remained stonily oblivious as Sucatash hastily caught up several horses and dragged saddles and alforjas into position. The westering sun was getting low along the rim of the crater and he worked fast with the knowledge that night would soon be upon them. Inside the cabin he heard De Launay moving about.
Sucatash was quite confident that, once they got Solange at his father's ranch, they would be able to persuade her to stay there for the winter. Dave also had about the same idea. Each reasoned that, in an indeterminate stay at the ranch, she would certainly, in time, show her countenance.
But we shall get you down to the town and there is enough money left to keep you in the hospital until you are well again. And I shall find work until everything is all right again." De Launay stared at her. "Hasn't Sucatash given you that note?" "But what note?" He laughed out loud. "Call him in." When the cow-puncher came in he held the note in his hand and held it out to Solange.
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