hate Jules Rondeau. Colonel--she hate because I don' keel M'sieur
Cardigan; Mademoiselle, he hate because I try to keel M'sieur
Cardigan; M'sieur Sexton, she hate because I tell her thees mornin'
she is one fool for fight M'sieur Cardigan."

Again he sighed. "Dose beeg trees! In Quebec we have none. In zee
woods, M'sieur, I feel--here!" And he laid his great calloused, hairy
hand over his heart. "W'en I cut your beeg trees, M'sieur, I feel
like hell."

"That infernal gorilla of a man is a poet," Buck Ogilvy declared.
"I'd think twice before I let him get out of the country, Bryce."

"'Whose salt he eats, his song he sings,'" quoth Bryce. "I forgive
you, Rondeau, and when I need a woods-boss like you, I'll send for
you."




CHAPTER XXXVI


At eleven o'clock Saturday night the deputy United States marshal
arrived in Sequoia. Upon the advice of Buck Ogilvy, however, he made
no attempt at service that night, notwithstanding the fact that Jules
Rondeau and his bullies still guarded the crossing. At eight o'clock
Sunday morning, however, Bryce Cardigan drove him down to the
crossing. Buck Ogilvy was already there with his men, superintending
the erection of a huge derrick close to the heap of obstructions