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Updated: May 17, 2025
If the iron hunter is not, what-you-say, full of pepper, and if he is lazy, then he not find heem, whether he want to or not. M'sieu Thayer, he have a head on him." "Then Thayer " "Why not?" "But why? He was the only man on the job out here. He didn't have to fill a whole section of a forest full of spikes when he wanted to break a saw or cause me trouble." "Ah, no.
We'll stop by the cottage down here and see Miss Jierdon; then I'm gone!" "She no there. She, what-you-say, smash up 'quaintance with Medaine. She ask to go there and stay day or two." "Then she'll straighten things out, Ba'tiste. I'm glad of it. She knows the truth about this whole thing every step of the way. Will you tell her?" "Oui.
"But it shall not be, eh?" Houston's lips went into a line, "Not until the last dog dies!" "Ah, oui!" Evidently Ba'tiste liked the expression. "Eet shall not be until what-you-say the last dog, eet is dead. Come! We will go into the forest. Ba'tiste will show you things you should know."
I've got one lead as soon as I'm able to get into town. That may give me a good deal of information; I came out here, at least, in the hope that it would. After that, I'm hazy. How big a telegraph office is there at Tabernacle?" "How big?" Ba'tiste laughed. "How petite! Eet is about the size of the what-you-say the peanut." "Is there ever a time when the operator isn't there?" "At noon.
Houston asked the question with a dullness that caused the aged trapper to turn almost angrily upon him. "How? Is eet putty that you are made of? Is eet but no, Ba'teese, he, what-you-say, misplace his head. You think there is no chance, eh? Mebbe not. Me'bbe " "I found a copy of that contract in our files. The clerk I had in the office was in the conspiracy.
"Which they can't. I'm going back to the camp and get more men." "No." Ba'tiste grinned. "We got enough you an' Ba'teese. I catch 'em with this. You take that club. If they get 'round me, you, what-you-say, pickle 'em off." But the expected attack did not come. An hour they waited, and a hour after that.
And the tree, he is not strong. When the winter come, last year, he split inside, from the frost, where the spike, he spread the grain. But the split, he does not show. When we try to cut heem down and the strain come, blooey, he, what-you-say, bust!" "But why the spikes?" "Wait!"
A moment before, they had been only pines, only so many trees. Now each was different, each had its place in the mind of the man who studied them with a new interest and a new enthusiasm, even though they might fall, one after another, into the maw of the saw for the same purpose. "They are like people, oui!" Old Ba'tiste was gesticulating. "They have their, what-you-say, make-ups.
This will mean death to many of us here, the wiping out of a great timber and agricultural country, and a blot on the history of Colorado. Help us and we will not forget it." "Ah, oui!" Old Ba'tiste was addressing the rest of the crowd. "The newspapers, they can help, better than any one else. Eet is our chance. Bon good! Mon Baree, he have the big, what-you-say, sentiment." "Sounds good."
The boxings, the rough lumber, the two by fourteen's finished, the dropped sidings and groved roofing, and lath and ceiling and rough fencings and all the rest? What on earth will we do it with?" "What with?" Ba'tiste waved an arm grandiloquently. "With the future!" "It's taking the longest kind of a chance " "Ah, oui! But the man who is drowning, he will, what-you-say, grab at a haystack."
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