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He leaned toward Aldous, his eyes gleaming. "In the last six months there's been forty dead men dragged out of the Frazer between Tête Jaune an' Fort George. You know that. The papers have called 'em accidents the 'toll of railroad building. Mebby a part of it is. Mebby a half of them forty died by accident. The other half didn't. They were sent down by Culver Rann and Bill Quade.
In another half hour he asked for water, as they paused for Sandersen to mount, and Lowrie to take his turn on foot. Sandersen snatched the canteen which Quade reluctantly passed to the injured man. "Look here!" said Sandersen. "We got to split up on this. You sit there and ride and take it easy. Me and the rest has to go through hell. You take some of the hell yourself.
Quade followed her. He put out a hand. "Don't take offence, girly," he expostulated. "Look here ain't it reasonable to s'pose " He got no farther. The man in the door had advanced, placing himself at the girl's side. His voice was low and unexcited. "You have made a mistake?" he said.
You may need 'em for yourself, son!" That grim suggestion made Sandersen and Quade shudder. But a grin spread on the broad, ugly face of Lowrie, and Sinclair merely shrugged his shoulders. "I'll try you for a dollar." "Nope." "Five dollars?" "Nope." "You're afraid to try, Lowrie!" It was a smiling challenge, but Lowrie flushed. He had a childish pride in his skill with weapons. "All right, kid.
All right, I gather you were pretty sweet on Quade till Gaspar come along." "I never said so!" "Girl," pronounced Riley solemnly, "ain't it a fact that you went around to a lot of parties and suchlike things with Quade?" She was silent. "It's the straight thing you're giving her," broke in Larsen. "After Gaspar come, she didn't have no time for none of us!"
"'It is my privilege, says Jig, smiling in that ornery way of his, like his thoughts was too big for an ordinary gent to understand 'em. "'You stay an' dance an' welcome, says Quade, 'but if you won't dance, get out of here and go home where you belong. You're spoiling the party for us, keeping all the girls over here. "'Is that a threat? says Jig, smiling in that way of his. "'It sure is.
Here, in a casual way, he learned from the little pink-faced Cockney Englishman who watched the office at night that Stevens had been correct in his information. Quade had gone to Tête Jaune. Although it was eleven o'clock, Aldous proceeded in the direction of the engineers' camp, still another quarter of a mile deeper in the bush. He was restless. He did not feel that he could sleep that night.
While a few hours before he had almost expected an immediate attack, he was now becoming more and more convinced that Quade, to a large extent, had dropped out of the situation. He might be with Mortimer FitzHugh, and probably was a dangerous and formidable enemy to be accounted for when the final settlement came.
I couldn't hear her, but the pillow was wet. Once my hand touched her cheek, and it was wet. I didn't ask any questions. This morning, at breakfast, she told us everything that happened, all about Quade and your trouble.
"What about Hal Sinclair?" asked Quade gruffly. "Seems like Sinclair was on Lowrie's conscience," said Riley in the same unperturbed voice. "You don't say so!" "I'll tell you what he told me. Maybe he was just raving, for he had a sort of fever before he went out. He said that you and him and Hal Sinclair and Bill Sandersen all went out prospecting.
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