He wiped the blood from his face.
"Is the little devil all right?" he whispered.
Denzil spoke: "Yes. This is the second time M'sieu' Carnac has saved my
life."
Carnac intervened. "Tell me, Tarboe, what shall you do, now you know the
truth?"
At last Tarboe thrust out a hand. "I don't know the truth," he said.
By this Carnac knew that Denzil was safe from the law.
CHAPTER XV
CARNAC AND JUNIA
Tarboe did not see Junia that evening nor for many evenings, but Carnac
and Junia met the next day in her own house. He came on her as she was
arranging the table for midday dinner. She had taken up again the threads
of housekeeping, cheering her father, helping the old French-woman
cook--a huge creature who moved like a small mountain, and was a tyrant
in her way to the old cheerful avocat, whose life had been a struggle for
existence, yet whose one daughter had married a rich lumberman, and whose
other daughter could marry wealth, handsomeness and youth, if she chose.
When Carnac saw Junia she was entering the dining-room with flowers and
fruit, and he recalled the last time they met, when she had thrust the
farewell bouquet of flowers into his hand. That was in the early autumn,
and this was in late spring, and the light in her face was as glowing as
then.
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