Pulp Fiction, 1921 · page 141 of 204
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The Doom ‘Trail Onontio, and we desire you to tell the French of that. “Tf Onontio chooses, we will live in peace with him, and—”’ this was a crafty use of an advantage I had forced upon him—“‘in earnest of our friendship we have saved the life of the Frenchman called Black Robe, although he has been no friend of our peo- ple. But the Doom Trail is closed to fed men and white men, alike. We have obliter- ated it. We have set a bar across it. “It is our wish that you should acquaint Onontio with our decision. We ask him to assist us In wiping out this source of trouble between us. “Ne hol” ‘‘T have heard your message, O roy-an-ehs and chiefs of the Long House,” replied Jon- caire. ‘“‘I will repeat it to Onontio, but I do not think it will be welcome in his ears. As to the white man Murray, why do you bring him to me? He is English. You should carry him to the English at Albany.”’ ‘He asked to be brought to you,” re- turned Do-ne-ho-ga-weh, and thus spiked an adroit attempt to shift the implied respon- sibility for Murray’s enterprises in the past. ‘Very well,” said Joncaire. “You may leave him here. Do you enter any charge against him?” “We might enter many charges against him,” answered Do-ne-ho-ga-weh grimly. “But we pledged our word to bring him here in safetv—and we have washed away the stains of his offenses in the blood of the Keepers of the Trail.” ‘He shall tell his story to Onontio,” re- plied Joncaire, politely threatening. ‘I am pleased with your assurances of peaceful- ness. I have no more to say.” But as the Iroquois were leaving he but- tonholed me in the sallyport. “T know you, my lad from Arles,” he said jocosely. “I knew you the minute Tlaid my eyes on vou. You have played ducks and drakes with high policies in your few months on the frontier. I hope your people appre- clate you.” I laughed and returned his compliment. He waxed serious. “For myself I am not so sorry this has happened,” he declared. ‘Vl fight the English any day—and beat them, too. But I like not this stealthy intriguing by crime, by perverting the poor savages, by downright cruelty and superstition. This fellow de Veulle, now ze ow 131 ‘“He’s dead,” I interrupted. ‘Va fot, you seem to have made a clean sweep of it, Jean! You are a lad after my own heart. De-Veulle, he was a bad one. He cast discredit on France. Iam glad you disposed of him. Let us fight clean and win clean, I say. Do you tell that to your governor.” “T will,” I promised, laughing. “Vou haven’t a chance, you know,” con- tinued Joncaire gravely. ‘“‘Not a chance.” “Tt seems to me you once told me at some length of the importance of the fur-trade,”’ I suggested. ‘“Peste! Did I? Well, it has its place, lad. But if you have rooted out that ex- crescence at La Vierge du Bois we have a tight little fortalice here at Jagara. Twill serve, ‘twill serve. And you English have no imagination. Once in a while you get a good man—Burnet, for example. But you do not trust him, and you invariably have your Murrays who want another king than his Majesty who sits in London and will pay any price we ask for promises of help we never keep. ‘Must you be going? Adieu, then! And do not be setting any of your neat snares for me, Monsieur |’Arlesien.”’ CHAPTER THIRTY FROM PEARL STREET TO HUDSON’S RIVER HE sun bathed the dust of Pearl Street _ wherever it could steal between the layers of the thick-leafed boughs overhead. I lounged on the doorstep of our cozy, red- brick house by the corner of Garden Street, and reread the letter from Master Juggins which the supercargo of the Bristol packet had delivered a half-hour earlier. My Hart is reejoiced, deare Lad, at y® Excel- ant report of you which is come From Gover- nour Burnet. Granny was so Plesed she sang untill y® Prentises sent word above-stares Be- seching a Treate of ale which y® Swete Soul dispached at once. I have This Day taken out v® Papers of partnership in Your name, and when this Reches you y® sign above y® Doore will run as Juggins & Ormerod. Murray’s discomfitur hath had Exceding Ad- vantageous efects in yv® Citie and y® Mar- chaunts who Earley did Clamor for y® freedom of Trade with y® French are now Perceveinge how y® Planne of Governour Burnet did Sette to their Profit in y© Longe Runne. Use your Own Judgmente, I praye you, in developping y® Pro- vincial Trade and draw Upon mee at will for what Funds you Maye need. 1OOOLK C@