“I only had one swig of whiskey, honest Injun!” he answered. “I s’pose I might have waited till to-morrow, but I was dead-beat. I got a bear over by the Tenmile Reach, and I was tired. I ain’t so young as I used to be, and, anyhow, what’s the good! What’s ahead of me? You’re going to git married to-morrow after all these years we bin together, and you’re going down to Selby from the mountains, where I won’t see you, not once in a blue moon. Only that old trollop, Mother Massy, to look after me.”
“Come down to Selby and live there. You’ll be welcome by Jake and me.”
He stood his gun in the corner and, swinging the pigeons in his hand, said: “Me live out of the mountains? Don’t you know better than that? I couldn’t breathe; and I wouldn’t want to breathe. I’ve got my shack here, I got my fur business, and they’re still fond of whiskey up North!” He chuckled to himself, as he thought of the illicit still farther up the mountain behind them. “I make enough to live on, and I’ve put a few dollars by, though I won’t have so many after to-morrow, after I’ve given you a little pile, Jinny.”
“P’r’aps there won’t be any to-morrow, as you expect,” she said slowly.
The old man started. “What, you and Jake ain’t quarrelled again? You ain’t broke it off at the last moment, same as before? You ain’t had a letter from Jake?” He looked at the white petticoat on the chairback, and shook his head in bewilderment.
“I’ve had no letter,” she answered. “I’ve had no letter from Selby for a month. It was all settled then, and there was no good writing, when he was coming to-morrow with the minister and the licence. Who do you think’d be postman from Selby here? It must have cost him ten dollars to send the last letter.”
“Then what’s the matter? I don’t understand,” the old man urged querulously. He did not want her to marry and leave him, but he wanted no more troubles; he did not relish being asked awkward questions by every mountaineer he met, as to why Jenny Long didn’t marry Jake Lawson.
“There’s only one way that I can be married tomorrow,” she said at last, “and that’s by you taking a man down the Dog Nose Rapids to Bindon to-night.”
He dropped the pigeons on the floor, dumbfounded. “What in—”
He stopped short, in sheer incapacity, to go further. Jenny had not always been easy to understand, but she was wholly incomprehensible now.