Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border LifeThompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border Life
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Maine -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction
"And why not?" responded the former. "He may have as good luck as the best
of us, as it appears he has had. And hark ye, Gaut, you look things at us
that it might not be safe for you to say in this room."
"Gentlemen, you will all bear me out in leaving, now," here interposed
Elwood, beginning to make towards the door.
"Stop, sir!" thundered Gaut. "You are not a-going to sneak off with all
that money in your pocket, by a d--d sight!"
"Why not, sir?" replied Elwood; "why not, for all you can say?"
"Because I have lost, sir!" shouted Gurley, hoarse with rage. "I have lost
three games running,--lost all I have. I demand a fair chance to win it
back; and that chance I will have, or I'll make you, Mark Elwood, curse the
hour you refused it."
"Gaut Gurley, you insatiate fiend!" exclaimed Elwood, in a tone of mingled
anger and distress; "you it was who first led me into this accursed habit
of play, by which you have robbed me of untold thousands yourself, and been
the means of my being robbed of thousands more by others. You have brought
me to the door of ruin before, and would now take all I have to save me
from absolute bankruptcy."
"Whining hypocrite!" cried Gurley, starting up in rage. "Do you tell that
story when you have my last dollar in your pocket? But your pitiful whining
shall not avail you. If you leave this room alive, you leave that money
behind you."
"Stop, stop!" here interposed one of the company, who had noted what had
inadvertently fallen from Elwood, in his warmth, respecting his apprehended
bankruptcy; "stop, no such recriminations and threatenings here! I can show
Elwood a way to dispose of a part of his money, at least, without bringing
on _any_ one the charge of robbing or being robbed. Here is a note of your
signing, Mr. Elwood,--a debt of honor,--for a couple of hundreds,
contracted in this very room, you will remember. You may as well pay it."
"I have a similar bit of paper," said another, coming forward and
presenting a note for a still larger sum.
"And I, likewise," said a third, joining the group, with an additional
piece of evidence of Elwood's folly, in the shape of a gambling note; "and
I shall insist on payment with the rest, seeing the money cannot be
disposed of between you and Gaut without a quarrel and danger of
bloodshed."
With a perplexed and troubled air Elwood paced the room a moment, without
uttering a word in reply to the different demands that had so unexpectedly
been made upon him. He glanced furtively towards the door, as if
calculating the chances of escaping through it before any one could
interpose to prevent him. He then glanced inquiringly at the company for
such indications of sympathy or forbearance as might warrant the attempt;
but in their countenances he read only that which should deter him from
resorting to any such means of escaping the dilemma in which he now found
himself. And, suddenly stopping short and turning to the new claimants for
his money, he said:
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