Part 104 (1/2)

”Fetch him where?”

”Home!”

”When will that be?”

”Just as soon as I've put through the job up yonder.” He jerked his head up the river, indicating the common goal.

And now O'Flynn, roaring as usual, had broken away from those who had obstructed his progress, and had flung himself upon the Colonel. When the excitement had calmed down a little, ”Well,” said the Colonel to the three ranged in front of him, Maudie looking on from above, ”what you been doin' all these three months?”

”Doin'?”

”Well--a----”

”Oh, we done a lot.”

They looked at one another out of the corners of their eyes and then they looked away. ”Since the birds came,” began Mac in the tone of one who wishes to let bygones be bygones.

”Och, yes; them burruds was foine!”

Potts pulled something out of his trousers pocket----a strange collapsed object. He took another of the same description out of another pocket. Mac's hands and O'Flynn's performed the same action.

Each man seemed to have his pockets full of these----

”What are they?”

”Money-bags, me bhoy! Made out o' the fut o' the 'Lasky swan, G.o.d bless 'em! Mac cahls 'em some haythen name, but everybuddy else cahls 'em illegant money-bags!”

In less than twenty minutes the steamer whistle shrieked. Nig bounded out of the A. C., frantic at the repet.i.tion of the insult; other dogs took the quarrel up, and the Ramparts rang.

The Boy followed the Captain out of the A. C. store. All the motley crew that had swarmed off to inspect Minook, swarmed back upon the Oklahoma. The Boy left the Captain this time, and came briskly over to his friends, who were taking leave of the Colonel.

”So you're all goin' on but me!” said the Colonel very sadly.

The Colonel's pardner stopped short, and looked at the pile of baggage.

”Got your stuff all ready!” he said.

”Yes.” The answer was not free from bitterness. ”I'll have the pleasure of packin' it back to the shack after you're gone.”

”So you were all ready to go off and leave me,” said the Boy.

The Colonel could not stoop to the obvious retort. His pardner came round the pile and his eyes fell on their common sleeping-bag, the two Nulato rifles, and other ”traps,” that meant more to him than any objects inanimate in all the world.

”What? you were goin' to carry off my things too?” exclaimed the Boy.

”That's all you get,” Maudie burst out indignantly--”all you get for packin' his stuff down to the landin', to have it all ready for him, and worryin' yourself into shoe-strings for fear he'd miss the boat.”

Mac, O'Flynn, and Potts condoled with the Colonel, while the fire of the old feud flamed and died.