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"Did you see Mr. Macgregor or Perault while you were there?" "That's none of your business." "You'd better answer, Carroll." "It'll be your business pretty blank soon!" drawled the voice again. "Shut up!" said Ike. "Give him a chance." "I think you'd better answer," said Sinclair quietly. "You've nothing to hide, I suppose?" "I haven't," said Carroll defiantly.
Without a word of remonstrance Carroll allowed Shock to lift the lifeless child and carry him into the open air, where, laying him on the ground, he began to vigorously chafe his hands and feet. After some minutes of bathing and rubbing the eyelids began to flutter and the breath to come in gentle sighs. "Brandy now, Perault," said Shock. "There now, laddie. Thank God, he is coming to!"
Not so Perault, whose devotion to his "ole boss" was equalled only by his hate of those who robbed while they derided him, and he set himself to the task of thwarting their nefarious schemes. For this Perault had incurred the savage wrath of Carroll, and more than once had sufered bodily injury at his hands.
There's Carroll, now, and Perault, they are properly Roman Catholic, but now they are good Presbyterians." "Bon, for sure. Eh, Carroll, mon garcon?" "Bedad, an' it's thrue for ye," said Carroll. It was no small tribute to Shock's influence that the ancient feud between these two had been laid to rest. "Well, do you know when he will be home?" asked Father Mike.
Nex' day he's worser and worser. Wat I can do I can't tell. Den de Bon Dieu he send along dat half-breed. De ole boss he write letter, an' you come here queek." "Thank you, Perault. A very lucid explanation, indeed. Now, we shall see the patient; and you, Miss Marion, had better remain here by the fire for a few moments." The doctor passed with Shock into the Old Prospector's tent. "Mr.
Macgregor about a week before, in great excitement, and had informed him that Carroll and Crawley had set off for the mountains two days before, and how, upon hearing that, Mr. Macgregor and Perault had hastily followed, having with them about a week's provisions." "What reason did Miss Mowbray assign for this?" enquired Sinclair.
And, Perault, we shall need another pony and a new outfit. In a few days we must be on the move again. See Carroll about these things and report. Meantime, Mr. Macgregor, you will remain with us to tea." "Carroll!" exclaimed Perault in a tone of disgust. "Dat man no good 'tall. I get you one pony cheap. Dat Carroll he's one beeg tief." The little Frenchman's eyes glittered with hate.
You're keeping back something. My father is hurt." "Non, for sure," said Perault, putting his hand over his heart. "Hees broke dat bone on de collar. Dat noting 'tall. He not ride ver' well, so hees come on beeg feller's buckboard. Dat's fine beeg feller! Mon Dieu! hees not 'fraid noting! Beeg blam-fool jus' lak boss." No higher commendation was possible from Perault.
"Can't mak fool on her." Half way to the village stood the old Prospector's house, almost hidden in a bluff of poplar and spruce. A little further on was Perault's shack. At her father's door the girl waited. "Perault," she said quietly, "I left the key at your house. Will you get it for me while I take Patsy home?" "Bon," said Perault eagerly. "I get heem an' mak fire."
Out on the trail they met Perault in a frenzy of anxious excitement. "Tank de Bon Dieu!" he cried brokenly, with hands uplifted. "Come wit' me, queek! queek!" "Perault, tell us how your boss is." The doctor's voice was quiet and authoritative. "And tell us how long he has been ill, and how it came on. Be very particular. Take plenty of time."
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