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
placed on the crossing. Sexton was watching him uneasily, and flushed
as Ogilvy pointed him out to the marshal.
"There's your meat, Marshal," he announced. The marshal approached
and extended toward Sexton a copy of the restraining order. The
latter struck it aside and refused to accept it--whereupon the deputy
marshal tapped him on the shoulder with it.
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