"Sure t"ing! I"m comin" down for grub in my canoe, w"en I see dis feller on de bank, walkin" lak" he"s in beeg horry. "Ba Gar!" I say, "dere"s man goin" so fast he"ll meet hese"f comin" home!" Den he turn roun" an" go tearin" back, wavin" hees arms lak" he"s callin" me, till he fall down. Wen I paddle close up, I don" know "im no more dan stranger, an" me an" Johnnie Platt is trap togeder wan winter. Wat you t"ink of dat?"
"I saw a fellow killed that way at Holy Cross," interpolated the trader.
""h.e.l.lo," I say, "w"at"s de matter?" An" den I see somet"ing "bout "im dat look familiar. Hees face she"s all swell" up an" bleedin" lak" raw meat." The Frenchman curled his upper lip back from his teeth and shook his head at the remembrance.
"Jesu, dat"s "orrible sight! Dem fly is drive "im crazee. Hees nose an"
ears is look lak" holes in beeg red sponge, an" hees eye are close up tight."
"He died before you got him in, didn"t he?"
"Yes. He was good man, too. Some tam" if I ever have bad enemy w"at I like to see catch h.e.l.l I"m goin" turn "im loose "mong dose skeeter-bug."
"Holy Mackinaw!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Gale. "Who"d ever think of that? Why, that"s worse than dropping water on his skull till he goes crazy, like them Chinamen do."
The Frenchman nodded. "It"s de wors" t"ing I know. Dat"s w"y I lak" to geeve it to my enemy."
"Imagine fightin" the little devils till they stung you crazy and pizened your eyes shut!"
Gale fell to considering this, while Poleon filled his pipe, and, raising his veil, undertook to smoke. The pests proved too numerous, however, and forced him to give it up.
"Bagosh! Dey"re hongry!"
"It will be all right when we get out of the woods," said the elder man.
"I guess you been purty glad for havin" Necia home again, eh?" ventured the other after a while, unable to avoid any longer the subject uppermost in his mind.
"Yes, I"m glad she"s through with her schooling."
"She"s gettin" purty beeg gal now."
"That"s right."
"By-an"-by she"s goin" marry on some feller--w"at?"
"I suppose so. She ain"t the kind to stay single."
"Ha! Dat"s right, too. Mebbe you don" care if she does get marry, eh?"
"Not if she gets a man that will treat her right."
"Wal! Wal! Dere"s no trouble "bout dat," exclaimed Doret, fervently.
"No man w"at"s livin" could treat her bad. She"s too good an" too purty for have bad husban"."
"She is, is she?" Gale turned on him with a strange glare in his eyes.
"Them"s the kind that get the he-devils. There"s something about a good girl that attracts a bad man, particularly if she"s pretty; and it goes double, too--the good men get the h.e.l.lions. A fellow can"t get so tough but what he can catch a good woman, and a decent man usually draws a critter that looks like a sled and acts like a timber wolf."
"Necia wouldn"t marry on no bad man," said Doret, positively.
"No?" said Gale. "Let me tell you what I saw with my own eyes. I knew a girl once that was just as good and pure as Necia, and just as pretty, too--yes, and a thousand times prettier."
"Ho, ho!" laughed Doret, sceptically.
"She was an Eastern girl, and she come West where men were different to what she"d been used to. Those were early days, and it was a new country, where a person didn"t know much about his neighbor"s past and cared less; and, although there were a heap of girls thereabouts, they were the kind you"ll always find in such communities, while this one was plumb different. Man! Man! But she was different. She was a WOMAN!
Two fellows fell in love with her. One of them lived in the same camp as her, and he was a good man, leastways everybody said he was, but he wasn"t wise to all the fancy tricks that pretty women hanker after; and, it being his first affair, he was right down buffaloed at the very thought of her, so he just hung around and slept late so that he might dream about her and feel like he was her equal or that she loved back at him. You know! The other fellow came from a neighboring town, and he wasn"t the same kind, for he"d knocked around more, and was a better liar, but he wasn"t right. No, sir! He was sure a wrong guy, as it came out, but he was handsomer and younger, and the very purity and innocence of the girl drew him, I reckon, being a change from what he had ever mixed up with."
"W"y don" dis good man tak" a shot at him?" asked Poleon, hotly.
"First, he didn"t realize what was going on, being too tied up with dreaming, I reckon; and, second, neither man didn"t know the other by sight, living as they did in different parts; third, he was an ordinary sort of fellow, and hadn"t ever had any trouble, man to man, at that time. Anyhow, the girl up and took the bad one."
"Wat does de good man do, eh?"
"Well, he was all tore up about it, but he went away like a sick quail hides out."
"Dat"s too bad."
"He heard about them now and then, and what he heard tore him up worse than the other had, for the girl"s husband couldn"t wear the harness long, and, having taken away what good there was in her, he made up in deviltry for the time he had lost. She stood it pretty well, and never whimpered, even when her eyes were open and she saw what a prize-package she had drawn. The fact that she was game enough to stand for him and yet keep herself clean without complaint made the man worse. He tried to break her spirit in a thousand ways, tried to make her the same as he was, tried to make her a bad woman, like the others he had known. It appeared like the one pleasure he got was to torture her."
"W"y don" she quit "im?" said Doret. "Dat ain" wrong for quit a man lak" him."
"She couldn"t quit on account of the kid. They had a youngster. Then, too, she had ideas of her own; so she stood it for three years, living worse than a dog, till she saw it wasn"t any use--till she saw that he would make a bad woman of her as sure as he would make one of the kid--till he got rough--"
"No! No! You don" mean dat? No man don" hurt no woman," interjected Doret.
"By G.o.d! That"s just what I mean," the trader answered, while his face had grown so gray as to match his brows. "He beat her."
Poleon broke into French words that accorded well with the trader"s harsh voice.
"The woman sent for the other man after that, for he had been living lonely, loving her all the time, and you"d better believe he went."
"Ha! Dat"s fine! Dat"s dam" fine!" said the other. "I"ll bet dere"s h.e.l.l to pay den--w"at?"
"Yes, there was a kind of reckoning." The old man lapsed into moody silence, the younger one waiting eagerly for him to continue, but there came the sound of voices down the trail, and they looked up.
"Here comes Lee," said Gale.
"Wat happen" den? I"m got great interes" "bout dis woman," insisted Poleon.
"It"s a long story, and I just told you this much to show what I said was true about a good girl and a bad man, and to show why I want Necia to get a good one. The sooner it happens the better it will suit me."
Neither man had ever spoken thus openly to the other about Necia before, and although their language was indirect, each knew the other"s thought. But there was no time for further talk now, for the others were close upon them. As they came into view, Gale exclaimed:
"Well, if he hasn"t brought Runnion along!"
"Humph!" grunted Doret. "I don" t"ink much of dat feller. Wat"s de matter wit" "No Creek," anyhow?"
The three new arrivals dropped down upon the moss to rest, for the up-trail was heavy and the air sultry inside the forest. Lee was the first to speak.
"Did you get away without bein" seen?" he asked.