The Fur Bringers - Footner Hulbert

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The minute I saw you I knew how it was. I knew I had to have you or live like a priest till I died."

      Colina was not to be comforted. "You think so now!" she said. "Later, when you have tired of me a little, or if we quarreled, you would remember that I—I was too easily won!"

      "Ah, don't!" he cried exasperated. "If you say it again I'll have to swear. What more can I say? I love you like my life! I could not despise you without despising myself! I don't know how to put it. I sound like a fool! But—but this is what I mean. You make me seem worth while to myself."

      Colina's hands stole to her breast. "Ah! If I could believe you!" she breathed.

      "Give me time!" he begged. "What good does talking do! What I do will show you!"

      Little by little she allowed him to console her. Her arm stole around his shoulders, her head was lowered until her cheek lay in his hair.

      They came down to earth. Ambrose seated himself beside her, and looking in her shamed face laughed softly and deep. "You fraud," he said.

      Colina hid her face. "Don't!" she begged.

      He laughed more.

      "What are you laughing at?" she demanded.

      "To think how you scared me," he said. "With your grand clothes and high and mighty airs. I had to dig my toes into the floor to keep from cutting and running. And it was all bluff!"

      "Scared you!" said Colina. "I never in my life knew a man so utterly regardless and brutal!"

      "You like it," he said. Colina blushed.

      "I had no line to go on," said Ambrose with his engaging simplicity. "I never made love to any girls. I haven't read many books either. I guess that's all guff, anyway. I didn't know how the thing ought to be carried through. But something told me if I knuckled under to you the least bit it would be all day with Ambrose."

      They laughed together.

      John Gaviller's step sounded on the porch outside. They sprang up aghast. They had completely forgotten his existence.

      "Oh, Heavens!" whispered Colina. "He has eyes like a lynx!"

      Ambrose's eyes, darting around the room, fell upon an album of snapshots lying on the table. He flung it open.

      When Gaviller came in he found them standing at the table, their backs to him. He heard Ambrose ask:

      "Who is that comical little guy?"

      Colina replied: "Ahcunazie, one of the Kakisa Indians in his winter clothes."

      Colina turned, presenting a sufficiently composed face to her father. "Oh," she said. "You were gone a long while. What was the matter with the bull?"

      She strolled to the sofa and sat down. Ambrose idly closed the book and sat down across the room from her. Gaviller glanced from one to another—perhaps it was a little too well done. But his face instantly resumed its customary affability.

      "Nothing serious," he said. "He is quite all right again."

      Ambrose was tormented by the desire to laugh. He dared not meet Colina's eye. "It is terrible to lose a valuable animal up here," he said demurely.

      After a few desultory polite exchanges Ambrose got up to go. "I was waiting to say good night to you," he explained.

      "You are camping down the river, I believe."

      "Half a mile below the English mission. I paddled up."

      "I'll walk to the edge of the bank with you," said Gaviller politely.

      As in nearly all company posts there was a flag-pole in the most conspicuous spot on the river-bank. It was halfway between Gaviller's house and the store. At the foot of the pole was a lookout-bench worn smooth by generations of sitters.

      Leaving the house after a formal good night to Colina, Ambrose was escorted as far as the bench by John Gaviller. The trader held forth amiably upon the weather and crops. They paused.

      "Sit down for a moment," said Gaviller. "I have something particular to say to you."

      Ambrose suspected what was coming. But humming with happiness like a top as he was, he could not feel greatly concerned.

      Still in the same calm, polite voice Gaviller said:

      "I confess I was astonished at your assurance in coming to my house."

      This was a frank declaration of war. Ambrose, steeling himself, replied warily: "I did not come on business."

      "What did you come for?"

      Ambrose did not feel obliged to be as frank with father as with daughter. "I am merely looking at the country."

      "Well, now that you have seen Fort Enterprise," said Gaviller dryly, "you may go on or go back. I do not care so long as you do not linger."

      Ambrose frowned. "If you were a younger man—" he began.

      "You need not consider my age," said Gaviller.

      Ambrose measured his man. He had to confess he had good pluck. The idea of a set-to with Colina's father was unthinkable. There was nothing for him to do but swallow the affront. He bethought himself of using a little guile.

      "Why shouldn't I come here?" he demanded.

      "I don't like the way you and your partner do business," said Gaviller.

      There was nothing to be gained by a wordy dispute, but Ambrose was only human. "You are sore because we smashed the company's monopoly at Moultrie," he said.

      "Not at all," said Gaviller calmly. "The trade is free to all. What little you have taken from us is not noticeable in the whole volume. But you have deliberately set to work to destroy what it has taken two centuries to build up—the white man's supremacy. You breed trouble among the Indians. You make them insolent and dangerous."

      "Company talk," said Ambrose scornfully. "A man can make himself believe what he likes. We treat the Indians like human beings. Around us they're doing well for the first time. Here, where you have your monopoly, they're sick and starving!"

      "That is not true," said Gaviller coolly. "And, in any case, I do not mean to discuss my business with you. I deal openly. You had the opportunity to do my daughter a slight service. I have repaid it with my hospitality. We are quits. I now warn you not to show your face here again."

      "I shall do as I see fit," said Ambrose doggedly.

      "You compel me to speak still more plainly," said Gaviller. "If you are found on the Company's property again, you will be thrown off."

      "You cannot frighten me with threats," said Ambrose.

      "You are warned!" said Gaviller. He strode off to his house.

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      IN AMBROSE'S CAMP.

      Ambrose was awakened in his mosquito-tent by an alarm from Job. The sun was just up, and it was therefore no more than three o'clock. A visitor was approaching in a canoe.

      In the North a caller is a caller. Ambrose crept out of his blankets and, swallowing his yawns, stuck his head in the river to clear his brain.

      The visitor was a handsome young breed of Ambrose's own age. Ambrose surveyed his broad shoulders, his thin, graceful waist and thighs approvingly. He rejoiced in an animal built for speed and endurance. Moreover, the young man's glance was direct and calm. This was a native who respected himself.

      "Tole Grampierre, me," he said, offering his hand.

      Ambrose grasped it. "I'm Ambrose Doane," he said.

      "I

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