Before they realized it, the tent-curtain rose and fell, and he was gone into the night.
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 check, eh? The check or the money—hein?”
“I’ve got nothing,” answered Lygon.