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Solution Manual For Business Mathematics 13th Edition by Clendenen Salzman ISBN 9780321955050 0321955056
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Convert the following fractions to decimals. Round answer to the nearest thousandth.
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CHAPTER XXIV
DOWNSTREAM
Gruber, who headed the party, breathed with relief when he led them
through a pass in the hills down to the edge of the wide meadows
surrounding Blackburn’s Lake. October had come in; and during their
long ride across the prairie they had met with more than one snow-storm.
Fortunately for them the snow had melted; had it remained lying on the
prairie, or had they experienced one of the early blizzards that are not
unknown at this season, their position would have been serious. Now,
with the shelter of the timber at hand, they were safe.
The party was well outfitted of course; but even so, what with the
snow, the hard frosts at night and the raw, biting winds by day, traveling
had been intensely disagreeable. They carried a small tent for the two
women. Gruber had three hot-heads in his company who could not brook
the slightest delay. Besides Loseis and Conacher there was young
Sergeant Ferrie of the Mounted Police who was no less eager than the
other two to bring down retribution on the head of Andrew Gault. The
policeman’s professional pride had been wounded. With three troopers
he had joined the party at the Crossing. Mary-Lou was also of the party;
and six Cree half-breeds from Miwasa Landing. They had upwards of
twenty horses.
They slept for the last time on the same little point of high land
running out into the meadows, where Conacher had been surprised by
Etzooah four months before. The days were growing short now. About
eleven o’clock next morning they were riding past the Slavi village on
the opposite side of the river. The inhabitants lined up to watch them
pass, in silent consternation. Even at the distance they could not have
failed to recognize Loseis and the famous yellow head of Conacher.
“Some of them could jump in a canoe and get to the Post with the aid
of the current before we could,” suggested Conacher.
“They have no love for Gault,” said Loseis. “There is no reason why
they should warn them. The Slavis never look for trouble.”
“Even if he should be warned, he’s got nowhere to run except back to
his own Post,” Gruber pointed out. “And there he’d only run into the
arms of the other party of police who went down the big river.”
“Just the same,” said Sergeant Ferrie, frowning, “I’ve no intention of
letting any other party take him. He belongs to me!”
They urged their weary horses on a little faster.
Suspecting that Gault might make a dash for freedom at the sight of
them, Ferrie determined to send a party across country to head him off
on the other trail. Two of the white troopers and two Crees were allotted
to this duty. They turned off on the same ridge a mile from the Post that
Gault had used. In order to give them time to reach their post, the rest of
the party halted for their midday meal in the hollow beyond.
When they started out again, Ferrie took command. He wished
Loseis and Mary-Lou to remain in that spot with a guard; but Loseis
would not hear of it. Much to her disgust she was forced to bring up the
rear of the train. As they came in sight of the Post the men’s faces were
grim. It had a deserted look. Gault had never succeeded in persuading the
Slavis to return, and the grassy meadow below the buildings, yellow
now, was empty. When they cantered up into the little square within the
buildings, that was empty too: Women’s House, store, warehouses,
Blackburn’s House; doors closed and chimneys cold. The bars of the
corral were down.
The men paused to consult. Presently the sound of approaching hoofs
was heard; and the four men sent across country rode into the square,
driving before them four mounted Indians, who were immediately
recognizable as belonging to Gault; one of them indeed was Watusk,
whom Loseis and Conacher had good cause to remember. He was
brought up to Sergeant Ferrie.
“Where is Gault?” demanded the policeman.
“We leave him here, half hour ago,” answered Watusk sullenly. “He
tell us to go home.”
“Told you to go home!” said Ferrie, astonished.
“He know you are coming,” Watusk went on impassively. “This man
Hooliam,” pointing to one of his companions, “was at the Slavi village to
see a girl when you ride past. He jomp in a canoe and paddle fas’ to tell
Gault that Blackburn’s daughter and Yellowhead are not dead. They are
comin’ back with four red-coats.”
“What did Gault say to that?” Ferrie asked with a hard smile.
“He jus’ smile,” said Watusk. “He look on the groun’ and tap his leg
with his little whip. Bam-bye he say: ‘All right, boys. Get your horses
and ride home. I will wait here for them.’ And we go.”
“Then he’s still here!” cried Ferrie.
Watusk pointed to Blackburn’s house.
“Gault! Come out!” cried Ferrie in a strong voice.
There was no answer.
Ferrie tried the door of the house, and found it barred on the inside.
He signified to his men that they were to fetch one of the heavy poles
from the corral. Using it as a battering-ram, after two or three blows, the
door burst in. Ferrie and Conacher entered the house together.
They found Gault sitting upright in the kitchen in one of Blackburn’s
carved chairs. For one dreadful instant they thought that he was laughing
at them; in the next they perceived that he was dead. His wide-open eyes
were bereft of all sense; his lower jaw was hanging down in a dreadful,
idiotic grimace. Yet he sat as straight in the high-backed chair as in life.
It was only upon looking closer that they discovered that the man with a
strange, last impulse of vanity had tied himself into the chair, that he
might be discovered facing his enemies in an upright position. There was
a band of canvas around his chest! and another around his forehead; the
broad-brimmed Stetson was jammed rakishly down on his head over the
band. He had then shot himself through the heart with a revolver, which
had slipped from his hand to the floor.
The young men jerked their hats off; and their grim faces softened a
little.
“Well, he’s paid,” said Conacher. “We can’t feel any more hard
feelings against him!”
“It’s better so,” said Ferrie. “Nobody would want this ugly case
advertised by a trial.”
Such was Andrew Gault’s requiem.
They returned outside the house, hat in hand, and all the others knew
at a glance what they had found.
If Gault in his strange preparations for death had hoped to leave upon
Loseis a last impression of his power, his aim was not realized. She
betrayed no wish to look at him again. Loseis’ verdict was more merciful
than the young men’s.
“So he is dead!” she murmured, clinging to Conacher’s arm. “He
would kill himself, of course. . . . Poor fellow! He had never known love
when he was young. When he was old love mocked him, and it drove
him mad. . . . Ah! how lucky we are, my dearest dear!”
They returned to the house across the way where they had known
such dreadful days and nights. But the spell of dread was lifted now.
Their breasts were calm and free.
THE END
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