appeared their worth had diminished in the eyes of the community. The proceedings puzzled them.
"Back to back, David. An' will it be fifty paces to the man, or double the quantity?"
"Fifty," was the sanguinary reply, grunted out, yet sharply cut.
But the new manila, not prominently displayed but casually coiled about Malemute Kid's arm, caught the quick eye of the Irishman and thrilled him with a suspicious fear.
"An' what are ye doin' with the rope?"
"Hurry up!" Malemute Kid glanced at his watch. "I 've a batch of bread in the cabin, and I don't want it to fall. Besides, my feet are getting cold."
The rest of the men manifested their impatience in various suggestive ways.
"But the rope, Kid? It 's bran' new, an' sure yer bread 's not that heavy it needs raisin' with the like of that?"
Bettles by this time had faced around. Father Roubeau, the humor of the situation just dawning on him, hid a smile behind his mittened hand.
"No, Lon; this rope was made for a man."
