Chapter Forty.
Inopportune Arrivals.
I hardly remember how I left Mr Raydon’s office, but I do recollect seeing the bear’s head grinning at me, and that of the moose gazing at me in its weak, sorrowful way. My head felt hot, and I was bitterly angry; so that when Grey went from us without speaking, after leading us to the strangers’ quarters, it only wanted a few words from Esau to make me turn upon him fiercely.
“Look here,” he said, “this ain’t England, and there’s no police and madgistrits about, so I’m not going to stand it. He ain’t everybody. I’m off.”
“To the gold-washings?” I said. “Don’t you think you’ve done mischief enough by betraying it to Mr Gunson?”
“Oh, come, I like that,” cried Esau.
“That’s pleasant, that is. Say it was me, eh? Why, you know you told him.”
“I told him?”
“Well, he coaxed it out of you when he had you all by himself.”