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After this the chief and warrior were both drunk every day, and all the tribe were sorely perplexed. Another council of war was held, and a young chief arose, saying that he had made a hole in the wall of the trader's house, and had watched; and it was true the trader gave their friends black water.
The temptation was too great, as Victor knew it would be, for him. He thrust one great hand into the trader's and the two men shook; then he took the drink and gulped it down. The armistice was declared, and Victor, in imagination, already saw the treasure his. Now the pannikin passed round merrily. The room reeked with the pungent odour of the spirit and all was apparently harmonious.
"I've heard the name Fay Larkin," he said, slowly. "I reckon that's all I'll say till you tell your story." Shefford stood with his back to the fire and he turned the palms of his hands to catch the warmth. He felt cold. Withers had affected him strangely. What was the meaning of the trader's somber gravity? Why was the very mention of Mormons attended by something austere and secret?
I suggest that we bring the plane up to the edge of the woods nearest this point and camp here." "What's that?" exclaimed Bruce in a startled whisper, as he detected some noise outside. He pushed the door open fearlessly, then laughed. There stood a dog. "Not a bad find," said the Major. "He may be a lot of help to us. And, look! There are four others! They're the trader's dogs.
So violent was the storm, that not a man was to be seen: some were sheltering themselves under the neighbouring rocks; while others ran to their villages that were close by; the trader's people commenced a fusilade, firing off all their guns lest they should get wet and miss fire.
Genuine woollens are not to be found in the Indian trader's stock at all, and in whatever guise it may masquerade, and by whatever alias it may pass, the native wear is cotton. Yet there is no country in the world where it is more imperative, for the preservation of health, that wool be worn. However much fur the Indian may catch and sell, he is always poor.
The Navaho wheeled his pony and raced away down cañon on the back trail. The basket cage of the lift swung out over the cliff brink. It began to lower. Regardless of hoof marks, Slade spurred his pony up the foot ledges. Lennon followed with the others. A glance at the trader's face had told him danger was toward. Lennon could think of but two explanations.
It was, furthermore, ordered that operations should be commenced at once, and that the choice of men to carry out the end in view was graciously left to the chief trader's well-known sagacity.
Hallheimer now put an end to the interview. "'Well Good-by, Fausch," said he, "I'll be jogging along." "Good-by!" said the smith. But as the other turned toward his wagon, Fausch came slowly and clumsily out of the workshop and motioned to him. The trader's horse had already started. Hallheimer reined him in sharply. Fausch came over to him and leaned his blackened arms on the rack of the wagon.
This was not pure friendliness on the trader's part. He had a particular reason for wishing to cultivate the old Indian. Musq'oosis allowed himself to be persuaded. "Where's Bela?" asked Mahooley. "Home." "What's all this talk about her carrying off the cook?" Musq'oosis shrugged. "Fellas got talk." "Well, what are the rights of the case?" "I don't know," he returned indifferently. "I not there.
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