Only he'll not let go, as I did, before the blood
comes. Don't be hard on those under you, m'sieu'. Remember wasps and
spiders can sting in their own way, and that dogs can bite."
"Little black beast," was the short reply, "I'll strip your hide for
Hell's gridiron in good time."
"Bien, m'sieu', but you'll be in hell waiting, for I'm going to bury you
here where you call better men than yourself dogs and wasps and spiders
and beetles. And I'll not strip your 'hide,' either. That's for lower
men than me."
A moment later they parted, Denzil to find Junia, and Barouche to prepare
his speech for the evening. Barouche pondered. What should he do--
should he challenge Carnac with his marriage with Luzanne Larue? His
heart was beating hard.
CHAPTER XXVI
THE CHALLENGE
The day of the election came. Never had feeling run higher, never had
racial lines been so cut across. Barode Barouche fought with vigour, but
from the going of Luzanne Larue, there passed from him the confidence he
had felt since the first day of Carnac's candidature. He had had
temptation to announce to those who heard him the night before the poll
what Luzanne had told; but better wisdom guided him, to his subsequent
content. He had not played a scurvy trick on his son for his own
personal advantage. Indeed, when his meetings were all over, he was
thankful for the disappearance of Luzanne.
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