Suddenly Bateese
discovered that his patient was laughing at him.
"QUE DIABLE!" he demanded, coming up ferociously with the cloth in
his great hand. "You see somet'ing ver' fonny, m'sieu?"
"No, nothing funny, Bateese," grinned Carrigan. "I was just
thinking what a handsome chambermaid you make. You are so gentle,
so nice to look at, so--"
"DIABLE!" exploded Bateese, dropping his dust cloth and bringing
his huge hands down upon the table with a smash that almost
wrecked the dishes. "You have eat, an' now you lissen. You have
never hear' before of Concombre Bateese. An' zat ees me. See! Wit'
these two hands I have choke' ze polar bear to deat'. I am
strongest man w'at ees in all nort' countree. I pack four hundre'
pound ovair portage. I crack ze caribou bones wit' my teeth, lak a
dog. I run sixt' or hundre' miles wit'out stop for rest. I pull
down trees w'at oder man cut wit' axe. I am not 'fraid of not'ing.
You lissen? You hear w'at I say?"
"I hear you."
"BIEN! Then I tell you w'at Concombre Bateese ees goin' do wit'
you, M'sieu Sergent de Police! MA BELLE Jeanne she mak' wan gran'
meestake. She too much leetle bird heart, too much pity for want
you to die.
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