You needn't go to Groise, not at once. You can
take a month and visit your folks down East, and lay in a stock of home-
feelings before you settle down at Groise for good. They was fair when I
put it to them that you'd mebbe want to do that. 'You tell Dingan,' they
said, 'that he can have the month glad and grateful, and a free ticket on
the railway back and forth. He can have it at once,' they said."
Watching, Mitiahwe could see her man's face brighten, and take on a look
of longing at this suggestion; and it seemed to her that the bird she
heard in the night was calling in his ears now. Her eyes went blind a
moment.
"The game is with you, Dingan. All the cards are in your hands; you'll
never get such another chance again; and you're only thirty," said the
captain.
"I wish they'd ask me," said Dingan's partner with a sigh, as he looked
at Lablache. "I want my chance bad, though we've done well here--good
gosh, yes, all through Dingan."
"The winters, they go queeck in Groise," said Lablache. "It is life all
the time, trade all the time, plenty to do and see--and a bon fortune to
make, bagosh!"
"Your old home was in Nove Scotia, wasn't it, Dingan?" asked the captain
in a low voice. "I kem from Connecticut, and I was East to my village
las' year.
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