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The Fur Bringers A Story of the Canadian Northwest

Chapter 10 ANOTHER VISITOR.

Word Count: 1544    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

smoking beside his fire and enviously watching his dog. Job had no car

day. He did not wish to complicate the already delicate situation between Grampi

a horse approaching at a walk above. Thinking of Colina, his heart leaped-but s

perhaps, but vigorous and youthful still; good looking, well kept, with an agr

looking down on A

litely. He welcomed the diversion. This man mus

uncommon character. There was something about him, he could not decide what, that

of starched linen, in itself a distinguishing mark up

e, I suppose?" he sai

own. Ambro

went on, "but as you didn't drop in on us at the store to-day

of his color-too flu

izing him up

expression almost of benignity, absolutely foreign to the Indian character. Indians may g

one of those university-bred East Indian potentates who affect motor-cars and polo poni

keeper at Fort Enterprise,

d in command. Ambrose understood that he was in the

e said. "Fill

"But that needn't prevent, eh? Funny I should stumble on you like this! I ride every night after sup

e meeting was accidental. Ambrose began to suspe

pride of their own; but they never presume to the same footing as

judices of another. Nevertheless, as they talked on Ambrose began to feel

lemanly!" he s

day?" inquired Strange. "We don't exp

had an idea that my room woul

s that. Why, we want to show you free-traders what a fine place we have, so w

self off any of the duties of hosp

iller's confidence. That he was being drawn out, Ambrose

to know," he said in conclusion. "I've worked for him twenty-nine

unnecessary and fulsome panegyric must

aughed agreeably. "I suppose I can hardly expect you to chime

gainst him," said

," Strange went on. "Curious, isn't it, how a man's ruling ch

ushing the people a little too far lately. I tell him so to h

and discomforting indignation at

ange; "the model farm, the dairy herd, the flourmill, the sa

ct of rendering Ambrose m

ange, laughing, "what

if you feel tha

he distinguished a certain eagerness

g. "Take it from me, his bark is worse than his bite. If he broke out at you, he's sorry

her an opportunity to sp

y has a rough side to

insinu

coolly. "John Gaviller gave me no cause for

to tell in a careless voice of the coyote hunts they had. Afterward he

w," was the

ing to Ambrose. "I don't want to pry into your affairs, but you must admit it looks queer

n affected him with such repugnance he could not bring himself to dissim

of manly pride. "Oh, I can take a hint!" he sai

atever," sa

ou in all fr

ou stumbled on me,"

u here I came in friendliness,"

ness, and no harm don

se co

e lived north all my life," he said. "And I never met wi

aid Ambrose cool

ed with relief to his dog. The sight of

An oily scoundrel! I don't know how I know it, but I know it

n entire approval of

eeling better for ha

n somewhat hasty. After all, he had nothing to go on. And, supposing Strange

hings of value for him to know. Following this

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