Treat him nice an' pleasant----"
"After what he has done to you?" cried the girl, her eyes flashing.
"Just so. Be nice an' friendly to him--d'ye know what a poker face is?"
"Why, of course! Everybody plays poker in Terrace City."
"Mind ye, ye're settin' in a big game right now----"
"You mean," cried the girl, "that there's a chance? A chance to beat
Orcutt yet? Oh, if you only could!"
"Well, we're still settin' in the game--me an' you, daughter. An'
let's don't neither one of us throw down our hand till after the draw."
XXII
Toward evening of the fourth day after leaving the railway, the two
stepped into the broad clearing that surrounded the Gods Lake post.
"Oh, real Indians!" cried Jean, as she caught sight of the dozen or
more tepees that were pitched between the lake and the low log trading
post.
"Aye, real Injuns, lass--an' good it is to see them again. It will be
the remnant of the spring tradin'. 'Tis about over now, but always
there's some of the Injuns will hang around the post all summer."
"They're cooking over open fires, and look, there comes one from the
lake with some fish! Oh, don't you just love it?"
They were crossing the clearing, and old John glanced at his daughter
with approval. "Aye, I love it. An' proud I am that you love it, too.
Ye've taken to the North like a duck takes to water. Ye've trailed
like a real sourdough, an' never a word of the hard work an' the
discomfort.
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