l--say--!"
Marcel turned abruptly and pointed at the splendid antlers. "There he
is," he laughed. "Isn't he a dandy? You could see him miles. And he's
feeling good. He just told me that before I quit him. And he said he'd
stop right there and see no harm came along your way. So I patted his
darn old head, and told him I'd come along each year and see the rawhide
was sound, and, if necessary, I'd fix him up again. Well?"
Keeko's fears had passed like a summer storm and the sun of her smile
had returned again to her eyes.
"I'm just glad," she said. Then she became serious. "Say, do you believe
in omens?" She was gazing out at the great antlers. "I don't guess you
do. Only Indians worry with omens. Not folks of sense. Still, I kind of
fancy that feller set up that way is our omen. He's going to hand us
good luck in plenty. We'll get a great 'catch' where we're going, and
we'll get back-safe. Do you think that?"
"Sure. Guess I think a heap more than that, though." Marcel's smile was
good to see. "That's not the limit of our luck," he went on. "Not by a
lot. Say, I was raised by a feller who handed me a whole heap of wisdom.
Guess there's more wisdom in him than ever I could get a grip on. He
always guessed that luck was real in the folk who understood that way.
He said a feller made his luck by faith. The darn fool who squealed
because things went wrong queered his own luck, and just chased it out
of sight. Get a notion and hammer it through so long as you've a breath
in your body, and, if you act that way, luck'll pour itself all over you
till you're kind of floating around on a sea of desire fulfilled. That's
been his way, and I reckon it's good. I'm out to act as he said, so I
don't reckon that hollow-eyed feller out there is the whole meaning of
things. I've got all my notions and I'm going to push 'em plumb
through."
Keeko nodded.
"That's the grit a man needs," she said. "Maybe a woman does, too,
only--she's kind of different."
"Is she?" Marcel shook his head, and his eyes were full of a boyish
humour. "She isn't--when it comes to grit. Say, there's only one woman I
know except you, and those poor folks you see in Seal Bay, who--who
don't know better. But that other woman and you have taught me things
about grit most fellers don't ever learn. Most all the time a feller
who's built strong can fight to the limit of his muscles. A gal isn't
born with muscles worth speaking about, and she spends her life mostl
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