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Curwood, James Oliver, 1879-1927

"The Flaming Forest"

It proves to me again that comedy
is not very far removed from tragedy at times."
"I am glad you see the humor of it, M'sieu David." Black Roger was
smiling as pleasantly as his swollen eye would permit. "We must
not be too serious when we die. If I were to die a-hanging, I
would sing as the rope choked me, just to show the world one need
not be unhappy because his life is coming to an end."
"I suppose you understand that ultimately I am going to give you
that opportunity," said David.
Almost eagerly Black Roger leaned toward him over the table. "You
believe you are going to hang me?"
"I am sure of it."
"And you are willing to wager the point, M'sieu David?"
"It is impossible to gamble with a condemned man."
Black Roger chuckled, rubbing his big hands together until they
made a rasping sound, and his one good eye glowed at Carrigan.
"Then I will make a wager with myself, M'sieu David. MA FOI, I
swear that before the leaves fall from the trees, you will be
pleading for the friendship of Black Roger Audemard, and you will
be as much in love with Carmin Fanchet as I am! And as for Marie-
Anne--"
He thrust back his chair and rose to his feet, the old note of
subdued laughter rumbling in his chest.


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