The trouble was still deep in the girl’s eyes as she kissed her father, and he, with an overdone cheerfulness, wished her a good night.
The man of iron had been changed into a man of straw once at least in his lifetime.
Lygon found Dupont at the Forks.
“Eh ben, it is all right—yes?” Dupont asked eagerly as Lygon joined him.
“Yes, it is all right,” answered Lygon.
With an exulting laugh and an obscene oath, Dupont pushed out the canoe, and they got away into the moonlight. No word was spoken for some distance, but Dupont kept giving grunts of satisfaction.
“You got the ten t’ousan’ each—in cash or cheque, eh? The cheque or the money-hein?”
“I’ve got nothing,” answered Lygon. Dupont dropped his paddle with a curse.
“You got not’ing! You said eet was all right,” he growled.
“It is all right. I got nothing. I asked for nothing. I have had enough. I have finished.”