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“Well, it were a long way to go and there were no motor boats them days; and t’ captain must have thought if Louis had taken anything he had it hid away where no one would find it. So they just didn’t take t’ trouble to send out a crew and look. At the same time Louis had stolen fish drying on his flakes, and stolen twine right in his open fish stage to go and catch more with.

“Another steamer came in t’ fall, and Louis, thinking that t’ trouble had blown over, went aboard as usual. One of t’ officers, thinking that the man was just a fisherman, and as simple as most o’ we, asked him if he didn’t know where a man called Louis Marteau was. ‘Yes,” said Louis, ‘I knows he well. He be here to-day, and gone to-morrow’–and with that he slips away, and was far enough in the woods for safety long before the searching party landed.

“Louis, like old Bill, was as fond o’ liquor as a cat is o’ milk; and when he got French brandy in him, he didn’t care what he did. There be only one law here which every one keeps, as you knows, Doctor, on this coast. Whatever else you does, you must never touch t’ property of another settler, whether he be good or bad, or whether he be away fishing, or whether he be in America. Because any time he may need to come back, and that many are away summers fishing, if they can’t leave their homes locked and feel ’em safe, they can’t live at all. So everybody minds that law, whether it be written in St. John’s or not. There are new stages, yes, and houses, too, and plenty of ’em, and boats hauled up, that men has left and gone to Canada years ago. They’re tumbling down right alongside folk as needs ’em as bad as gold just for firewood, but ne’er a stick is touched come year, go year–not till they rots or t’ sea comes and carries ’em away.

“Well, Louis and a man called Tom Marling got some liquor aboard that day, and started scrapping, Marling saying that Louis must be a crook or he wouldn’t steal another man’s house. T’ end of that was that Louis shot Marling through the shoulder and nearly blew his arm off.

“Next spring a large bully sailed across t’ Straits and four men landed in my cove. It chanced that old Skipper Sam Brewer caught sight of ’em, and he recognized Bill Portland from t’ old days. T’ other three was Tom Marling’s brothers. All t’ men had guns, and old Skipper Sam guessed they was after Louis. So he sent off his lad Mose to run out to t’ cape and give he warning. Though why he should I can’t say. Louis just said, ‘All right, I’ll be ready for ’em, boy,’ and started right in loading his two big guns and his rifle. Then he fixed up t’ windows and barred t’ door, and when Mose come away he could see Louis moving round inside and swearing enough to frighten t’ fish off t’ coast for t’ whole summer. Mose waited round out of sight all day to see what would happen. But nothing did, only before dark he saw the four men making their campfire on the edge of the woods near Louis’s house. I reckon they knew he’d be ready and wanted to keep him waiting. Anyway, they was there all next day.

“T’ third morning I caught sight of some men loading a boat at Louis’s stage, so, being only a hobbledehoy then, I guessed they’d not take much notice of me, and no more they did. They told me Louis had tried to break away t’ second night in t’ dark, but they caught him and carried his pack back for him, and what else they did to he I don’t rightly know. Anyhow, they loaded up their own boat and then Louis’s two boats with fish and twine, and everything else that were worth taking and they could stow, not forgetting t’ barrel of flour and t’ keg of molasses.