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Updated: June 5, 2025
Want to turn in?" Rouletta shook her head. "I'll find a place somewhere. Now you stick here where it's nice and warm. I'll be back by and by." With sinking heart the girl watched him go. After a moment she rose and followed him out into the night. She was surprised to discover that the mud under foot had frozen and that the north wind bore a burden of fine, hard snow particles.
Of all the women in White Horse, the Countess alone was qualified to assume charge of an innocent child like this, and he determined to call upon her as soon as he had summoned medical assistance. When, without protest, Rouletta followed him into his snug living- quarters, Doret thought again of the ruffian from whom he had rescued her and again he breathed a malediction.
Their heads were bowed; they kept their eyes upon Rouletta Kirby's face. Doret stood over them, motionless and intense; they could hear him sigh and they could sense his suffering. When the girl's pain caused her to cry out weakly, he knelt and whispered words of comfort to her. Thus the night wore on.
If you can't respect an old man with gray hair, why " The rest of his remark caused the girl's eyes to widen and the chattering voices to fall silent. Sam Kirby turned, the dice-box poised in his right hand. "Eh? What's that?" he queried, vaguely. "I'm talking to this pink-faced gold-digger " "Father!" Rouletta exclaimed. "I'm just telling her "
"CARIBOU!" Rouletta's eyes were bright with curiosity and an emotion far more material. "Where in the world ?" "Some hinjun hunter mak' beeg kill. I got more s'prise as dat, too. By golly! Dis goin' be regular Chris'mas for you." Rouletta stirred. There was stubborn defiance in her tone when she said: "I'm going to get up and I'm going outdoors clothes or no clothes.
If anything happens and they should overtake him well, he'll fight. He'll never come in alive, never." Turning, the speaker stumbled toward the lights of the saloon, and as she went Rouletta heard her mutter again: "He'll never come in alive, never. Thank God for that!"
His tent was still warm; a few sticks of dry spruce caused the little stove to grow red; he helped Rouletta to lie down upon his bed, then he drew his blankets over her. "You stay here li'l while, eh?" He rested a comforting hand upon her shoulder. "'Poleon goin' find your papa now. Bimeby you goin' feel better."
Two people only were left upon the Rouletta, that sidewise plunge having carried the crew away. Once again Sam Kirby's artificial hand had proved its usefulness, and without its aid it is doubtful if either he or his daughter could have withstood the deluge.
Other eatables and drinkables appeared as by magic, the faro-table was soon spread with the fruits of a half-dozen hasty and hysterical forays. Rouletta stared at the apprehensive faces about her, and what she read therein caused her lips to quiver and her voice to break when she tried to express her thanks. "Gosh! Don't cry!" begged the Mocha Kid.
Stepping to the inner door, he spoke to some one, and an instant later the Countess Courteau came forth. Rouletta had not seen the Countess alone since early the previous evening. She went swiftly to her now and placed an arm about her shoulders. Hilda responded to this mark of sympathy with a weary smile. "Well, I had to go through with it to the bitter end," she said, in a low voice.
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