"No, nothing funny, Bateese," grinned Carrigan. "I was just thinking what a handsome chambermaid you make. You are so gentle, so nice to look at, so--"
"DIABLE!" exploded Bateese, dropping his dust cloth and bringing his huge hands down upon the table with a smash that almost wrecked the dishes. "You have eat, an" now you lissen. You have never hear" before of Concombre Bateese. An" zat ees me. See! Wit" these two hands I have choke" ze polar bear to deat". I am strongest man w"at ees in all nort"
countree. I pack four hundre" pound ovair portage. I crack ze caribou bones wit" my teeth, lak a dog. I run sixt" or hundre" miles wit"out stop for rest. I pull down trees w"at oder man cut wit" axe. I am not "fraid of not"ing. You lissen? You hear w"at I say?"
"I hear you."
"BIEN! Then I tell you w"at Concombre Bateese ees goin" do wit" you, M"sieu Sergent de Police! MA BELLE Jeanne she mak" wan gran" meestake.
She too much leetle bird heart, too much pity for want you to die.
Bateese say, "Keel him, so no wan know w"at happen t"ree day ago behin"
ze rock." But MA BELLE Jeanne, she say, "No, Bateese, he ees meestake for oder man, an" we mus" let heem live." An" then she tell me to come an" bring you feesh, an" tell you w"at is goin" happen if you try go away from thees bateau. You COMPREN"? If you try run away, Bateese ees goin" keel you! See--wit" thees han"s I br"ak your neck an" t"row you in river. MA BELLE Jeanne say do zat, an" she tell oder mans-twent", thirt", almos" hundre" GARCONS--to keel you if you try run away. She tell me bring zat word to you wit" ze feesh. You listen hard w"at I say?"
If ever a worker of iniquity lived on earth, Carrigan might have judged Bateese as that man in these moments. The half-breed had worked himself up to a ferocious pitch. His eyes rolled. His wide mouth snarled in the virulence of its speech. His thick neck grew corded, and his huge hands clenched menacingly upon the table. Yet David had no fear. He wanted to laugh, but he knew laughter would be the deadliest of insults to Bateese just now. He remembered that the half-breed, fierce as a pirate, had a touch as gentle as a woman"s. This man, who could choke an ox with his monstrous hands, had a moment before petted a cat, straightened out rugs, watered the woman"s flowers, and had dusted. He was harmless--now. And yet in the same breath David sensed the fact that a single word from St. Pierre"s wife would be sufficient to fire his brute strength into a blazing volcano of action. Such a henchman was priceless--under certain conditions! And he had brought a warning straight from the woman.
"I think I understand what you mean, Bateese," he said. "She says that I am to make no effort to leave this bateau--that I am to be killed if I try to escape? Are you sure she said that?"
"PAR LES MILLE CORNES DU DIABLE, you t"ink Bateese lie, m"sieu?
Concombre Bateese, who choke ze w"ite bear wit" hees two ban", who pull down ze tree--"
"No, no, I don"t think you lie. But I am wondering why she didn"t tell me that when she was here."
"Becaus" she have too much leetle bird heart, zat ees w"y. She say: "Bateese, you tell heem he mus" wait for St. Pierre. An" you tell heem good an" hard, lak you choke ze w"ite bear an" lak you pull down ze tree, so he mak" no meestake an" try get away." An" she tell zat before all ze BATELIERS--all ze St. Pierre mans gathered "bout a beeg fire--an" they shout up lak wan gargon that they watch an" keel you if you try get away."
Carrigan reached out a hand. "Let"s shake, Bateese. I"ll give you my word that I won"t try to escape--not until you and I have a good stand-up fight with the earth under our feet, and I"ve whipped you. Is it a go?"
Bateese stared for a moment, and then his face broke into a wide grin.
"You lak ze fight, m"sieu?"
"Yes. I love a sc.r.a.p with a good man like you."
One of Bateese"s huge hands crawled slowly over the table and engulfed David"s. Joy shone on his face.
"An" you promise give me zat fight, w"en you are strong?"
"If I don"t, I"ll let you tie a stone around my neck and drop me into the river."
"You are brave GARCON," cried the delighted Bateese. "Up an" down ze rivers ees no man w"at can whip Concombre Bateese!" Suddenly his face grew clouded. "But ze head, m"sieu?" he added anxiously.
"It will get well quickly if you will help me, Bateese. Right now I want to get up. I want to stretch my legs. Was my head bad?"
"NON. Ze bullet sc.r.a.pe ze ha"r off--so--so--an" turn ze brain seek. I t"ink you be good fighting man in week!"
"And you will help me up?"
Bateese was a changed man. Again David felt that mighty but gentle strength of his arms as he helped him to his feet. He was a trifle unsteady for a moment. Then, with the half-breed close at his side, ready to catch him if his legs gave way, he walked to one of the windows and looked out. Across the river, fully half a mile away, he saw the glow of fires.
"Her camp?" he asked.
"OUI, m"sieu."
"We have moved from the tar-sands?"
"Yes, two days down ze river."
"Why are they not camping over here with us?"
Bateese gave a disgusted grunt. "Becaus" MA BELLE Jeanne have such leetle bird heart, m"sieu. She say you mus" not have noise near, lak ze talk an" laugh an" ZE CHANSONS. She say it disturb, an" zat it mak you worse wit" ze fever. She ees mak you lak de baby, Bateese say to her.
But she on"y laugh at zat an" snap her leetle w"ite finger. Wait St.
Pierre come! He brak yo"r head wit" hees two fists. I hope we have ze fight before then, m"sieu!"
"We"ll have it anyway, Bateese. Where is St. Pierre, and when shall we see him?"
Bateese shrugged his shoulders. "Mebby week, mebby more. He long way off."
"Is he an old man?"
Slowly Bateese turned David about until he was facing him. "You ask not"ing more about St. Pierre," he warned. "No mans talk "bout St.
Pierre. Only wan--MA BELLE Jeanne. You ask her, an" she tell you shut up. W"en you don"t shut up she call Bateese to brak your head."
"You"re a--a sort of all-round head-breaker, as I understand it,"
grunted David, walking slowly back to his bed. "Will you bring me my pack and clothes in the morning? I want to shave and dress."
Bateese was ahead of him, smoothing the pillows and straightening out the rumpled bed-clothes. His huge hands were quick and capable as a woman"s, and David could not keep himself from chuckling at this feminine ingeniousness of the powerful half-breed. Once in the crush of those gorilla-like arms that were working over his bed now, he thought, and it would be all over with the strongest man in "N" Division.
Bateese heard the chuckle and looked up.
"Somet"ing ver" funny once more, is eet--w"at?" he demanded.
"I was thinking, Bateese--what will happen to me if you get me in those arms when we fight? But it isn"t going to happen. I fight with my fists, and I"m going to batter you up so badly that n.o.body will recognize you for a long time."
"You wait!" exploded Bateese, making a horrible grimace. "I choke you lak w"ite bear, I t"row you ovair my should"r, I mash you lak leetle strawberr", I--" He paused in his task to advance with a formidable gesture.
"Not now," warned Carrigan. "I"m still a bit groggy, Bateese." He pointed down at the bed. "I"m driving HER from that," he said. "I don"t like it. Is she sleepin" over there--in the camp?"
"Mebby--an" mebby not, m"sieu," growled Bateese. "You mak" guess, eh?"
He began extinguishing the lights, until only the one nearest the door was left burning. He did not turn toward Carrigan or speak to him again. When he Went out, David heard the click of a lock in the door.
Bateese had not exaggerated. It was the intention of St. Pierre"s wife that he should consider himself a prisoner--at least for tonight.
He had no desire to lie down again. There was an unsteadiness in his legs, but outside of that the evil of his sickness no longer oppressed him. The staff doctor at the Landing would probably have called him a fool for not convalescing in the usual prescribed way, but Carrigan was already beginning to feel the demand for action. In spite of what physical effort he had made, his head did not hurt him, and his mind was keenly alive. He returned to the window through which he could see the fires on the western sh.o.r.e, and found no difficulty in opening it.
A strong screen netting kept him from thrusting out his head and shoulders. Through it came the cool night breeze of the river. It seemed good to fill his lungs with it again and smell the fresh aroma of the forest. It was very dark, and the fires across the river were brighter because of the deep gloom. There was no promise of the moon in the sky. He could not see a star. From far in the west he caught the low intonation of thunder.
Carrigan turned from the window to the end of the cabin in which the piano stood. Here, too, was the second divan, and he saw the meaning now of two close-tied curtains, one at each side of the cabin. Drawn together on a taut wire stretched two inches under the ceiling, they shut off this end of the bateau and turned at least a third of the cabin into the privacy of the woman"s bedroom. With growing uneasiness David saw the evidences that this had been her sleeping apartment. At each side of the piano was a small door, and he opened one of these just enough to discover that it was a wardrobe closet. A third door opened on the sh.o.r.e side of the bateau, but this was locked. Shut out from the view of the lower end of the cabin by a j.a.panese screen were a small dresser and a mirror. In the dim illumination that came from the distant lamp David bent over the open sheet of music on the piano. It was Mascagni"s AVE MARIA.
His blood tingled. His brain was stirred by a new emotion, a growing thing that made him uneasy and filled him with a strange restlessness.
He felt as though he had come suddenly to the edge of a great danger; somewhere within him an intelligence seized upon it and understood. Yet it was not physical enough for him to fight. It was a danger which crept up and about him, something which he could not see or touch and yet which made his heart beat faster and the blood come into his face.
It drew him, triumphed over him, dragged his hand forth until his fingers closed upon a lacy, crumpled bit of a handkerchief that lay on the edge of the piano keys. It was the woman"s handkerchief, and like a thief he raised it slowly. It smelled faintly of crushed violets; it was as if she were bending over him in his sickness again, and it was her breath that came to him. He was not thinking of her as St. Pierre"s wife. And then sharply he caught himself and placed the handkerchief back on the piano keys. He tried to laugh at himself, but there was an emptiness where a moment before there had been that thrill of which he was now ashamed.
He turned back to the window. The thunder had come nearer. It was coming up fast out of the west, and with it a darkness that was like the blackness of a pit. A dead stillness was preceding it now, and in that stillness it seemed to Carrigan that he could hear the soapy, slitting sound of the streaming flashes of electrical fire that blazoned the advance of the storm. The camp-fires across the river were dying down. One of them went out as he looked at it, and he stared into the darkness as if trying to pierce distance and gloom to see what sort of a shelter it was that St. Pierre"s wife had over there. And there came over him in these moments a desire that was almost cowardly. It was the desire to escape, to leave behind him the memory of the rock and of St. Pierre"s wife, and to pursue once more his own great adventure, the quest of Black Roger Audemard.