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CHAPTER XVIII
"BIRD'S-EYE" AND PHILOSOPHY
Bill quickly made his purchases, and shouldering the roll of blankets,followed Irish to the head of a rollway, where the two seatedthemselves on the bunk of a log sled.
"Oi don't know how ye done ut," Fallon began. "'Twas th' handiest bitav two-fisted wor-rk Oi iver see'd. 'Tis well ye've had ut out widShtromberg. Fer all his crookedness, he's a bether man thin th' boss,an' he'll not be layin' that lickin' up ag'in yez. 'Twas a foight avhis own pickin', an' he knows ye've got him faded.
"Aven av he w'ud of befoor, he'll see to ut that no har-rm comes to yenow t'rough fault av his own, fer well he knows the men 'ud think 'twasdone to pay ye back, an' he'll have no wish to play th' title role at ahangin'.
"From now on, 'tis only Moncrossen ye'll have to watch, fer ye're ingood wid th' men. We undershtand ye now. Ye see, in th' woods we don'tloike myshtery an', whiles we most av us know that Moncrossen's givin'Appleton th' double cross, 'tis none av our business, an' phwin wethoucht ye'd come into th' woods undher false pretinces to catch um atut, they was more or less talk.
"Mesilf was beginnin' to think ye'd come into th' woods fer th' ristcure, ye read about in th' papers, seein' ye'd loafed about fer maybeit's foive hours an' done nothin' besides carve up th' werwolf an' herpack, eye down th' boss in his own grub-shack, an' thin top off th'avenin' be knockin' th' big Swede cold, which some claims he c'ud putth' boss himself to th' brush, wunst he got shtar-rted. But now we knowphy ye're here. We're pr-roud ye're wan av us."
"What do you mean--you know why I am here? I am here because I needed ajob, and Appleton hired me."
"Sure, lad. But, ye moind th' picture in yer pocket. 'Twas a woman."
"But----"
"'Tis none av our business, an' 'tis nayther here nor there. Av there'sa woman at th' bottom av ut, 'tis rayson enough--phwativer happens."
Bill laughed.
"You were going to tell me about the bird's-eye," he reminded.
"Ut's loike this: Here an' yon in th' timber there's a bird's-eyetree--bird's-eye maple, ye know. 'Tis scarce enough, wid only a treenow an' again, an' ut takes an expert to spot ut.
"Well, th' bird's-eye brings around a hundred dollars a thousan', an'divil a bit av ut gits to Appleton's mills.
"Moncrossen's got a gang--Shtromberg's in ut, an' a Frinch cruisernamed Lebolt, an' a boot-leggin' tree-spotter named Creed, that livesin Hilarity, an' a couple av worthless divils av sawyers that's toolazy fer honest wor-rk, but camps t'rough th' winter, trappin' ansawin' bird's-eye an calico ash on other men's land.
"Shtromberg'll skid till along toward sphring phwin he'll go toteamin'. Be that toime th' bird's-eye logs'll be down, here an' therein th' woods beyant th' choppin's, an' Shtromberg'll haul um an' bankum on some river; thin in th' summer, Moncrossen an' his men'll slipup, toggle um to light logs so they'll float, an' raft um to th'railroad phwere there'll be a buyer from th' Eastern vaneer millswaitin'.
"Ut's a crooked game, shtealin' Appleton's logs, an' haulin' um widAppleton's teams, an' drawin' Appleton's wages fer doin' ut.
"Now, bechune man an' man, th' big Swede's th' brains av th' gang. He'sa whole lot shmar-rter'n phwat he lets on. Such ain't th' nature avmen, but 'tis th' way av women."
Irish thoughtfully tamped his pipe-bowl, and the flare of the matchbetween his cupped palms brought out his honest features distinctly inthe darkness. Bill felt a strong liking for this homely philosopher,and he listened as the other eyed him knowingly and continued:
"'Tis be experience we lear-rn. An' th' sooner a man lear-rns, th'bether ut is fer um, that all women know more thin they let on--an'they've always an ace fer a hole car-rd bekase av ut.
"Fer women run men, an' men politics, an' politics armies, an' armiesth' wor-rld--an' at th' bottom av ut all is th' wisdom an' schemin' avwomen.
"Phwin a man fools a woman, he's a fool--fer she ain't fooled at all.But, she ain't fool enough to let on she ain't fooled, fer well sheknows that as long as she knows more thin he thinks she knows, sheholds th' edge--an' th' divil av ut is, she does.
"Take a man, now; phwin ye know um, ye know um. He's always willin' toadmit he's as shmar-rt as he is, or a damn soight shmar-rter, whichdon't fool no wan, fer 'tis phwat they expect.
"A man c'n brag an' lie about phwat he knows, an' phwere he's been, an'phwat he's done; an' noine toimes out av tin, ye cud trust him to th'inds av th' earth wid ye're lasht dollar.
"But wanst let um go out av his way to belittle himsilf an' phwat heknows, an' Oi w'udn't trust him wid a bent penny as far as Oi cud t'rowa bull be th' tail fer 'tis done wid a purpose. 'Tis so widShtromberg."
Fallon arose, consulted his watch, and led the way toward thebunk-house.
"So now ye know fer phwy Moncrossen hates ye," he continued. "He knowsye're a greener in th' woods, but he knows be this toime ye'll be ahar-rd man to handle, an' he fears ye. Oi've put ye wise to th'bird's-eye game so ye c'n steer clear av ut, an' not be gittin' mixedup in ut wan way or another."
"I am much obliged, Fallon, for what you have told me," replied Billquietly; "but inasmuch as I am working for Appleton, I will just makeit my business to look after his interests in whatever way possible. Iguess I will take a hand in the bird's-eye game myself. I am not afraidof Moncrossen and his gang of thieves. Anyway, I will give them a runfor their money."
Fallon shrugged.
"D'ye know, Oi thoucht ye'd say that. Well, 'tis ye're own funeral.Tellin' ye about me, Oi ain't lost no bird's-eye trees, mesilf, but avye need help--Be th' way, th' bunk above mine's empty; ye moight t'rowye're blankets in there."