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Brokaw stared at him stupidly, and then all at once he started, as if some one had pricked him into consciousness, and a slow grin began to spread over his face. It was a reminiscent, horrible sort of leer, not a smile the expression of a man who gloats over a revolting and unspeakable thing. "She's mine been mine ever since she was a baby," he confided, leaning again over the table.
And then the tribal chant of Wapi and his people grew nearer and louder as they passed into the forest, and with a choking cry the Girl drew back from David and stood facing him. "I must hurry," she said, swiftly. "Listen! They are going! Hauck or Brokaw will go as far as the lake with Wapi, and the one who does not go will return here. See, Sakewawin I have brought you a knife!
Philip pointed to the factor's big York boat, already two-thirds of the way to the ship. "We should have gone with Bludsoe," he said. "Brokaw will think this a shabby reception on our part, and Miss Brokaw won't be half flattered. We'll go down and get a good position on the pier."
The last time she opened them he had her picture in his hands, and was looking at it, quite close to her, with the fire lighting it up. For a moment he thought the sight if it had awakened her completely. "Throw it into the fire," she said. "Brokaw made me let him take it, and I hate it. I hate Brokaw. I hate the picture. Burn it." "But I must keep it," he protested. "Burn it! Why it's...."
And he was sure that his watery eyes could not see very well, though his ears had heard distinctly. "She was looking at you, Brokaw straight at you when she said good-night," he added. "You sure sure she said it to me, Mac?" David nodded, even as his blood ran a little cold. A leering grin of joy spread over Brokaw's face. "The the little devil!" he said, gloatingly. "What does it mean?"
"Nevertheless," said Gregson, quietly, "it was Miss Brokaw whom I saw the other day, and that is Miss Brokaw's picture." He pointed to the sketch, and freed his arm to light another cigarette. There was a peculiar tone of finality in his voice which warned Philip that no amount of logic or arguing on his part would change his friend's belief. Gregson looked at him over his lighted match.
He was almost convinced that he ought to reveal all that he knew to Gregson, and yet several reasons kept him from doing so. If Miss Brokaw was on the London ship when it arrived at Churchill, there would be no necessity of disclosing that part of his own history which he was keeping secret within himself.
"I've camped out so many times on the plains without half the comforts of this camp. Oh! I could tell you a lot about camping out that you Easterners have no idea of." "Postpone it till to-morrow, please, Miss Hicks," said Miss Brokaw, dryly. "It is time for you all to undress."
He caught up the bottle and turned out half a glass of liquor, swaying unsteadily: "Drink, Mac?" David shook his head. "Not now. Let's go to your shack if you've got one. Lots to talk about old times Kicking Horse, you know. And this girl? I can't believe it! If it's true, you're a lucky dog." He was not thinking of consequences of to-morrow. To-night was all he asked for alone with Brokaw.
"You don't mind if I talk, do you about her, an' the kid? I've got to do it, or bust, or go mad. I've got to because to-day she was twenty-four at ten o'clock in the morning an' it's our wedding day " The half gloom hid from Brokaw what was in the other's face. And then Billy laughed almost joyously.
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