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Ak' eet him?" "I'll talk turkey to him till he's so mad he can't see
straight. Then maybe he'll send me out right away." "How you mak' eet
him so mad? inquired Picard, with mild curiosity. "Never you mind--I'll
do it" "_Ba oui_," ruminated Picard, "He is get mad pret' queeck. I
t'ink p'raps dat plan he go all right. You was get heem mad plaintee
easy. Den maybee he is sen' you out toute suite--maybee he is shoot
you." "I'll take the chances--my friend." "_Ba oui_," shrugged Achille
Picard, "eet is wan chance." He commenced to roll another cigarette.
Chapter Five Having sat buried in thought for a full five minutes after
the traders of the winter posts had left him, Galen Albret thrust back
his chair and walked into a room, long, low, and heavily raftered,
strikingly unlike the Council Room. Its floor was overlaid