The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-11-18
CHAPTER XIV. (Continued)

."MHeT" The French Cana
dams face flushed. he raised his head
and met the gaze of the two men.
There was an air Of dignity about
him as he said: "Dere's plenty ting
in dis worr we don get pay for.
You didn't 'spect no pay yesterday
when you run de Wife 'Orse for
save dis gal an her papa, did your
No. WAL I'm woodsman, river
man; l amt dam stampeder. Dis
is my countree. we're frien's to-
gether long tam; | love it ant it
loves me. l love de birds and hani-
mails. an dey're fricn's wit ME Also.
Bout spring-tam, wen de grub she's
short. de Canada jays dey come to
visit me. an ! feed dem; sometam'
fin dere's groun-squirrers nest on
der my tent. an mebbe mister sQuir-
rel creep out Of his hole, t'inkin'
summer is come. Dat Teller he's
hongry; he steal my food an he set
'longside my stove for eat him. You
t'ink hurt dose helpless lii t'ing1
You s'pose ! max dem pay for wat
dey eat?" ..-..
'Poleon was soaring as only his
free soul could soar: he indicated
the tent at his back, whence issued
the sound of Rouletta kirby's cease
less murmurings.
Dis gal-she's tiny snowbird wit
broken wing. Biemi l fix her wing
dc bes' l can. max her we'll an
| teach her to fly again. OATS ALL"
Broad and Bridges had listened at
tentivcly, their faces impassive
Lucky was the first to speak.
"Letty's good girl, understand.
She's different to these others"
'Poleon interrupted with a ges-
ture of impotence. 1T amt max
no difference if she's good or bad.
She's seeck"
ME n the Kid have done some
heavy thinkin'. an we'd about de-
cided to get high stool and take
turns lookin' out Letty's game, just
to see that her bets went as they laid.
but ! got a hunch you're square
guy. What d'yow think, KIDD"
Mr.. Bridges nodded his head slow
ly. Il got. the same huncll. The
point is this" he explained. 1--WE
can't very we'll throw the Countess
we got s.2me of her outft-and,
anyhow. we'd be. about as handy
around an invalid as a coupla cub
bears. think we'll bow out. But,
Frenchy-if ever we hear a kick
from that gal wc'll-we'll foller you
like track. Won't we. Lucky"
We'll foller him to HE'LL" Mr..
Broad feelingly declared.
Gravely, tremendously, the callers
shook hands with Doret. then they
returned whence they had come.
They went their way; Rouletta's de-
lirium continued: 'Poleon's problem
increase daily; meanwhile. how
ever. the life of the North did not
slackcn a single pulse-beat.
Never since their earliest associa-
tons had Tom Linton and Jerry
Quirk found themselves in such alb
solute accord. in such complete har-
mony Of understanding. as during
the days that Immediately followed
their reconciliation. Each man un.
dertook to Guido the other in po-
likeness; each man forced himself to
be considerate. and strove at what
ever expense to himself to tighten
the others burdens: all of their re-
lations were characterized by an
elaborate. an almost mid-Victorian
courtesy. A friendly rivalry in self
sacrifice existed between them: they
quarreled good-naturedly over the
dish washing, that disgusting rite
which tries the patience of every
grown man; when there was wood
to be cut they battled with each other
for the AK.
But there is limit to politeness
unfailing sunshine grows tedious.
and SO does monotonous exercise
of ma9nanimity.
While it had been an easy mat
ter to cut their rowboat in two. the
process of splicing it together again
had required patience and ingenuity,
and it had resulted in delay BY the
time they arrived at Miles Canon.
therefore, the season was far ad-
vanced and both men. without know
ing it. we're in a condition of mind
to welcome any sort of squall that
would serve to freshen the unbear-
ably stagnant atmosphere of anna
bility in which they were slowly
suffocating.