Fort Ste. Anne is far away, and she may not hear."
"What--what is she doing?"
"Keeping your memory and Mr. Whelan's green." Then Pierre told him
somewhat bluntly what he knew of Mrs. Macavoy.
"I'd rather face Ballzeboob himself than her," said Macavoy. "An' she's
sure to find me."
"Not if you do as I say."
"An' what is it ye say, little man?"
"Come away with me where she'll not find you."
"An' where's that, Pierre darlin'?"
"I'll tell you that when to-night's fighting's over. Have you a mind
for Wonta?" he continued.
"I've a mind for Wonta an' many another as fine, but I'm a married man,"
he said, "by priest an' by book; an' I can't forget that, though the
woman's to me as the pit below."
Pierre looked curiously at him. "You're a wonderful fool," he said, "but
I'm not sure that I like you less for that. There was Shon M'Gann--but
it is no matter." He sighed and continued: "When to-night is over, you
shall have work and fun that you've been fattening for this many a year,
and the woman'll not find you, be sure of that. Besides--" he whispered
in Macavoy's ear.
"Poor divil, poor divil, she'd always a throat for that; but it's a
horrible death to die, I'm thinkin'." Macavoy's chin dropped on his
breast.
When the sun was falling below Little Red Hill, Macavoy came to Wonta's
tent. Pierre was not far away. What occurred in the tent Pierre never
quite knew, but presently he saw Wonta run out in a frightened way,
followed by the five half-breeds, who carried themselves awkwardly.
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