The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1916-09-01

water vanished as my lashes fell, and,
before | knew IL. | slept s6undly. |
awoke with the sun in the western
sky, so low down rs 10 peep at me
through the upper branches of trees
lining the bank Behind us stretched
space OF straight water, and one
canoe was close, while the second was
barely visible along curve OF the
shore. Ahead however. the river APP
peared vacant. the leading boat hav-
ing vanished around n wooded bend.
My eyes met those of Cassion. and the
sight OF him instantly restored me TO
recollection OF my plan - nothing
could be gained by open warfare. |
permitted my lips 10 smile. and noted
instantly the change OF expression in
his face.
II have slept well. monsieur"
said pleasantly. "for was very tired"
"'Tis the best way on a boat voy-
age" assuming his old manner, but
now the day Is nearly done"
As we sklrted the extremity OF shore
saw the opening I'm the woods, and
the gleam OF n cheerful fire amid green
grass. The advance canoe swung half
hidden amid the overhanging roots OF
huge pine tree. and the men were
busily at work ashore. As we nosed
into the bank. our sharp bow was
grasped by waiting Indians and drawn
safely ashore. | reached my feet,
stiffened. and scarcely able To move
| my limbs, but determined TO land
without aid OF Cassion. whose passage
forward was blocked by Cheyets huge
bulk. AS my weight rested on the
edge OF the canoe. D'Artigny swung
down from behind the chief, and ex-
tended his hand.
"A slight spring" he said. "and you
land with dry feet good! now let me
lift you--so."
/ had but the Instant I knew that,
for heard Casslon cry out something
Just behind me, and. surprised ns
was by the sudden appearance OF
D'Artlgny, yet realized the neces-
sity for swift speech
Monsieur" whispered "Do not
talk. but listen. You would serve
meT
ayr
Then ask nothing. and above all
do not quarrel with Cassion. I will
tell you everything the moment / can
see you safely alone. Until then do
not seek me. I have your wordr
He did not answer. for the commits
salre grasped my arm. and thrust him
self In between us. his action 80 swift
that the impact OF his body thrust
D'Artigny back q step. I saw the
hand OF the younger man close on the
knife hllt at his belt. but was quick
enough 10 avert the hot words burning
his lips.
"a bit rough. Monsieur Casslon,"
cried. laughing merrily. even as ! re-
leased my arm. "why so much hastef
/ was near falling. and II was but
courtesy which led the Sieur d'Arti-
gny TO extend me hs hand II does
not please me for you 20 be ever
seeking quarrel"
There must have been that I'm my
face which cooled him, for bis ham
fell. and his thin lips curled into sar-
castle smile.
"If seemed hasty." he exclaimed.
at was more because I was blocked
by that boor Of a Chevet yonder. and
Il angered me 10 have this young
gamccOck ever az hand 20 push In.
what think you you were employed
for. fellow-an e-SIlre OF dsmesi Was
there not work enough IN the camp
yonder. that you must be testing yOX
fancy grsces every time boat landsr'
There was no mild look in D'Arti-
gny's eyes as he fronted him, yet he
held his temper. recalling my plea. no
doubt. and ] hastened 20 step between
and furnish him excuse for silence.
surely you do wrong 10 blame the
young man, monsieur, as but for his