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Nepeese was in the open, crying the name she had given him "OOKIMOW JEEM OOKIMOW JEEM OOKIMOW JEEM " She was standing there white and slim, her eyes with the blaze of the stars in them, and when she saw Carvel she flung out her arms to him, still crying: "Ookimow Jeem Oo-oo, Ookimow Jeem " In the tepee he heard the rage of a beast, the moaning cries of a man.
She smiled into his face, and the throb of Carvel's heart was like a drum. "The gun is loaded," she said softly. "I will shoot." "Two days ago," said Carvel. "And from Lac Bain it is " "He will be here tomorrow," Nepeese answered him. "Tomorrow, as the sun goes down, he will enter the clearing. I know. My blood has been singing it all day. Tomorrow tomorrow for he will travel fast, Ookimow Jeem.
"I'm glad to know you, Pierre! Is there no other word from Jean?" "Only the note, Ookimow." "You just came?" "Aha. My dogs and sledge are back in the forest." "Listen!" Philip turned toward the door. In the hall he heard footsteps. "Le M'sieur is awake," he said quickly to Pierre. "I will see you in the forest!" Scarcely were the words out of his mouth when the half-breed was gone.
He forgot that it was only last night he had come, and with a cry he swept the Willow to his breast, and the Willow's arms tightened round his neck as she moaned: "Ookimow Jeem it is the man-beast in there! It is the man-beast from Lac Bain and Baree " Truth flashed upon Carvel, and he caught Nepeese up in his arms and ran away with her from the sounds that had grown sickening and horrible.
And M'sieu Jeem" she looked up at him, a triumphant glow in her eyes as she added, almost in a whisper "You will not go to Lac Bain. "A messenger?" "Yes, Ookimow Jeem a messenger. Two days ago. I sent word that I had not died, but was here waiting for him and that I would be Iskwao now, his wife. Oo-oo, he will come, Ookimow Jeem he will come fast. And you shall not kill him. Non!"
And he heard the whisper, soft and trembling. "Ooo-oo, OOKIMOW JEEM " When Carvel returned to the fire, alone, his Colt in his hand, Baree was in front of the tepee waiting for him. Carvel picked up a burning brand and entered the wigwam. When he came out his face was white. He tossed the brand in the fire, and went back to Nepeese.
Yes, he will come fast." Carvel had bent his head. The soft tresses gripped in his fingers were crushed to his lips. The Willow, looking again into the fire, did not see. But she FELT and her soul was beating like the wings of a bird. "Ookimow Jeem," she whispered a breath, a flutter of the lips so soft that Carvel heard no sound.
He had wrapped her in his blankets, and now he knelt down beside her and put his arms about her. "He is dead, Nepeese." "Dead, Ookimow Jeem?" "Yes. Baree killed him." She did not seem to breathe. Gently, with his lips in her hair. Carvel whispered his plans for their paradise. "No one will know, my sweetheart. Tonight I will bury him and burn the tepee.
"Numma tao, ookimow." "Gone!" exclaimed Adare. "He didn't want to disturb you last night," explained Philip. "He made an early start for the Pipestone." "If he was an ordinary man, I'd say he was in love with one of the Langlois girls," said Adare, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Neah, Metoosin! Make them comfortable, and we will all see them later."
Tomorrow we will start for Nelson House, where there is a missioner. And after that we will come back and I will build a new cabin where the old one burned. "OM' yes Ookimow Jeem I love you " Suddenly there came an interruption. Baree at last was giving his cry of triumph.
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