We found Craig sound asleep upon his couch. His consternation on waking
to see us torn, bruised, and bloody was laughable; but he hastened to
find us warm water and bandages, and we soon felt comfortable.
Baptiste was radiant with pride and light over the fight, and hovered
about Graeme and me giving vent to his feelings in admiring French and
English expletives. But Abe was disgusted because of the failure at
Slavin's; for when Nelson looked in, he saw Slavin's French-Canadian
wife in charge, with her baby on her lap, and he came back to Shaw and
said, 'Come away, we can't touch this'; and Shaw, after looking in,
agreed that nothing could be done. A baby held the fort.
As Craig listened to the account of the fight, he tried hard not to
approve, but he could not keep the gleam out of his eyes; and as I
pictured Graeme dashing back the crowd thronging the barricade till he
was brought down by the chair, Craig laughed gently, and put his hand
on Graeme's knee. And as I went on to describe my agony while Idaho's
fingers were gradually nearing the knife, his face grew pale and his
eyes grew wide with horror.
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