The Demon Trapper of Umbagog: A Thrilling Tale of the Maine ForestsThompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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The Demon Trapper of Umbagog: A Thrilling Tale of the Maine Forests
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Maine -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction
“I would just know whether you intend to keep your engagement,” replied
Gurley, fixing his black, quivering eyes keenly on the other.
“What engagement?”
“To give me a chance to win back that money.”
“Which you demand when you have taken from me an hundred to one!”
“And who had a better right? Through whose means did you make your
fortune? Besides this, haven’t I always given you a fair chance to win
back all you could?”
“I want no more of such chances.”
“But you promised; and I want to know whether you mean to keep that
promise or not.”
“Supposing I do, you would not have me leave home to-night, would you?”
“Yes, to-night.”
“But my brother, as you have already discovered, I presume, has just
arrived on a visit; and you know I can’t decently leave him.”
“And what do _I_ care for that? Say whether you will meet me at the old
room, or not, as soon as your company have cleared out?”
“You are unreasonable, cruel, Gaut.”
“Then say you will _not_ go, and see what will come of it, Mark Elwood!”
“I must go--I _will_ go, Gaut,” replied Elwood, turning pale at the
last intimation. “As soon as I get rid of the company, I will start
directly for the place.”
“Well, just as you can afford,” said Gaut, doggedly, as he turned on
his heel, and made his way out of the house.
Mark Elwood drew a long breath as he was thus relieved of the other’s
presence, and was leaving the room, when Mrs. Elwood, who had felt much
disturbed at discovering among her guests one of whose questionable
character and connection with her husband she was already apprised, and
who, from an adjoining apartment, had caught a slight glimpse of the
meeting just described, and enough of the conversation to enable her to
guess at its import, hurriedly came forward, and, in a voice tremulous
from suppressed emotion, said:
“You surely are not going out to-night, Mr. Elwood?”
“No--that is--only for a short time,” he said, hesitating, and a little
confused at the discovery of his design, which a second thought told
him she had made; “only for a short time. But don’t stop me to talk
now; you see the company are retiring. I must see the gentlemen off.”
“Mr. Elwood, I must be heard,” persisted the troubled and anxious
wife. “I cannot bear to have you go off, and leave your only brother,
whom you have not seen for years, and for such company! O Mr. Elwood,
how can you let that bad man----”
“Hush! don’t get into such a stew. I shall soon be back,” interrupted
the other. “You can excuse my absence. There, I hear them inquiring
for me. I must go,” he added, abruptly breaking away, and leaving his
grieved companion to hide her emotions as she best could from the
guests who were now seen approaching for their parting salutations.
In a few minutes the company had dispersed for their respective homes,
and with them, also, had unnoticed slipped away their infatuated host.
CHAPTER II.
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