Now, I have a shack--"
"For the love of your mother, hold your say, man," interrupted Fortune La
Pearle, "or I'll make you a second Abel for the joy of it. So help me, I
will! With a thousand men to lay me by the heels, looking high and low,
what do I want with your shack? I want to get out of here--away! away!
away! Cursed swine! I've half a mind to go back and run amuck, and
settle for a few of them, the pigs! One gorgeous, glorious fight, and
end the whole damn business! It's a skin game, that's what life is, and
I'm sick of it!"
He stopped, appalled, crushed by his great desolation, and Uri Bram
seized the moment. He was not given to speech, this man, and that which
followed was the longest in his life, save one long afterward in another
place.
"That's why I told you about my shack. I can stow you there so they'll
never find you, and I've got grub in plenty. Elsewise you can't get
away. No dogs, no nothing, the sea closed, St. Michael the nearest post,
runners to carry the news before you, the same over the portage to
Anvik--not a chance in the world for you! Now wait with me till it blows
over.
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