? ? ? ? 'An' what are ye doin' with the rope?'
? ? ? ? 'Hurry up!' Malemute Kid glanced at his watch. 'I've a batch of bread in the cabin, and I don't want it to fall. Besides, my feet are getting cold.'
? ? ? ? The rest of the men manifested their impatience in various suggestive ways.
? ? ? ? 'But the rope, Kid' It's bran' new, an' sure yer bread's not that heavy it needs raisin' with the like of that?'
? ? ? ? Bettles by this time had faced around. Father Roubeau, the humor of the situation just dawning on him, hid a smile behind his mittened hand.
? ? ? ? 'No, Lon; this rope was made for a man.' Malemute Kid could be very impressive on occasion.
? ? ? ? 'What man?' Bettles was becoming aware of a personal interest.
? ? ? ? 'The other man.'
? ? ? ? 'An' which is the one ye'd mane by that?'
? ? ? ? 'Listen, Lon- and you, too, Bettles! We've been talking this little trouble of yours over, and we've come to one conclusion. We know we have no right to stop your fighting-'
? ? ? ? 'True for ye, me lad!'
? ? ? ? 'And we're not going to.
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