Oh, it is very well. But I will not
forget--my father and brother will not forget. They will make
you sorry to some purpose!"
She turned, and stalked away to her canoe. He waited under the
pines until she crossed the river; then he, too, went miserably
home. What a mess he had contrived to make of things! Poor
Tannis! How handsome she had looked in her fury--and how much
like a squaw! The racial marks always come out plainly under the
stress of emotion, as Tom noted later.
Her threat did not disturb him. If young Paul and old Auguste
made things unpleasant for him, he thought himself more than a
match for them. It was the thought of the suffering he had
brought upon Tannis that worried him. He had not, to be sure,
been a villain; but he had been a fool, and that is almost as
bad, under some circumstances.
The Dumonts, however, did not trouble him. After all, Tannis'
four years in Prince Albert had not been altogether wasted. She
knew that white girls did not mix their male relatives up in a
vendetta when a man ceased calling on them--and she had nothing
else to complain of that could be put in words. After some
reflection she concluded to hold her tongue. She even laughed
when old Auguste asked her what was up between her and her
fellow, and said she had grown tired of him. Old Auguste
shrugged his shoulders resignedly. It was just as well, maybe.
Those English sons-in-law sometimes gave themselves too many
airs.
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