Between him
and St. Pierre rose swiftly what he had seen last night--Carmin
Fanchet in all the lure of her disheveled beauty, crushed close in
the arms of the man whose wife only a moment before had pressed
her lips close to his; and as the eyes of the two met, there came
over him a desire to tell the other what had happened, that he
might see him writhe with the sting of the two-edged thing with
which he was playing. Then he saw that even that would not hurt
St. Pierre, for the chief of the Boulains, standing there with the
big lump over his eye, had caught sight of the things on the table
and the nicely turned down bed, and his one good eye lit up with
sudden laughter, and his white teeth flashed in an understanding
smile.
"TONNERRE, I said she would nurse you with gentle hands," he
rumbled. "See what you have missed, M'sieu Carrigan!"
"I received something which I shall remember longer than a fine
nursing," retorted David. "And yet right now I have a greater
interest in knowing what you think of the fight, St. Pierre--and
if you have come to pay your wager."
St. Pierre was chuckling mysteriously in his throat. "It was
splendid--splendid," he said, repeating Marie-Anne's words.
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