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Take her to the coast put her into a school somewhere down south? That was his first notion. For to him she looked more than ever like a child as she lay asleep on her bed of balsams. He tried to picture Brokaw. He tried to see Hauck in his mental vision, and he thought over again all that the girl had told him about herself and these men.
It was the scream the agonized cry of the Girl, that brought him to his feet while Brokaw was still wiping the hot flow from his dripping jaw.
"I am compelled to leave you here," he explained. "I have excused myself to Miss Brokaw, and will rejoin you almost immediately." He lost no time in hurrying back to the shore of the Bay. As he had expected, Jeanne and her companion were no longer in sight. There was only one direction in which they could have disappeared so quickly, and this was toward the cliff.
In my own selfishness I would have shielded Brokaw, arguing that he could pay Thorpe, and work honorably henceforth. You would never have known. It is Eileen who makes this confession, not I. Phil, her last words to me were these: 'You love me. Then you will tell him all this. Only after this, if he shows us a mercy which we do not deserve, can I be your wife.
He thought Hauck looked like an exultant gargoyle as he stood there with a horrible grin on his face, and Brokaw.... It was Brokaw who bent over him, his thick fingers knotting, his open eyes fairly livid. "I'm glad you ain't dead, Raine." His voice was husky, muffled by the swollen thickness of his battered lips. "Thanks," said David.
After that his eyes never left Brokaw's face. Until now it had not seemed that Brokaw was so big and so powerful, and, sizing up his enemy in that moment before the first rush, he realized that his one hope was to keep him from using his enormous strength at close quarters. A clinch would be fatal.
"It was Miss Brokaw," he said again. "Perhaps it is within reason to suppose that she came to Churchill in a balloon, dropped into town for luncheon, and departed in a balloon, descending by some miraculous chance aboard the ship that was bringing her father. However it may have happened, she was in Churchill a few days ago.
You made a hit with old Wapi, and it wouldn't do to let him know we're going to send you where you sent my bear. Eh would it?" "You mean you're going to murder me?" said David "If standing you up against a tree and putting a bullet through your heart is murder yes," gloated Brokaw. "Murder " repeated David. He seemed powerless to say more than that.
She saw the slow, gathering tenseness in David's face as he looked for a moment away from her bewildering eyes the hardening muscles of his jaws; and her own hand tightened as it lay in his. "What did Hauck mean?" she persisted. "Why do I belong to Brokaw that great, red brute?" The hand he had been holding he took between both his palms in a gentle, comforting way.
He pulled his hat lower over his eyes to hide the gleam of them as Brokaw told him what he and Hauck had planned. The bear in the cage belonged to him Brokaw. A big brute. Fierce. A fighter. Hauck and he were going to bet on his bear because it would surely kill Tara. Make a big clean-up, they would. Tara was soft. Too easy living.
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