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You, m'sieu, shall say zee prayer, for I haf not zee religion, but " "Call me when you are ready!" interrupted Stane, and turned away, finding the situation intolerably poignant. He went to the hut, and busied himself with the meal which the trapper had been preparing, and presently Jean Bènard called him.
Except for the figures lying prone in the snow they were quite alone. "Dey must haf done," he said, "eef dere was a mees!" He looked at Stane, as if he doubted his sanity and Stane reassured him. "Oh I have not gone mad, Bènard. There was a white girl with me in your cabin, Miss Yardely. You must have heard " "Mees Yardely! She ees here?" cried the trapper in sudden excitement.
You didn't tell me that." Norine looked very vexed, particularly when her sisters, speaking both together, told her that the future husband was Auguste Benard, a jovial young mason who lived on the floor above them. He had taken a fancy to Euphrasie, though she had no good looks, and was as thin, at eighteen, as a grasshopper. Doubtless, however, he considered her strong and hard-working.
The cry brought Jean Bènard from the hut at a run. "What ees it, m'sieu?" he asked as he reached Stane who knelt there as if turned to stone. "It is a dead girl," answered Stane, brokenly "a girl who gave her life for mine." The trapper bent over the prostrate form, then he also cried out. "Miskodeed!" "Yes! Miskodeed. I did not know it was she!
The sledge they pursued drew nearer the bluff, then suddenly Jean Bènard threw back his head in a listening attitude. "Hark!" he cried: "what was dat?" "I heard nothing," answered Stane. "What did you fancy you " The sentence was never finished, for borne to him on the wind came two or three sharp sounds like the cracks of distant rifles. He looked at his companion.
One of these patients was none other than Euphrasie, old Moineaud's eldest daughter, now married to Auguste Benard, a mason, and already the mother of three children. She had doubtless resumed her usual avocations too soon after the birth of her last child, as often happens in working-class families where the mother is unable to remain idle.
"Where does this go to?" he asked over the camp fire at night, pointing to the frozen waterway. "It makes a big bend and falls into the river above Fort Malsun," said Anderton. "And the other way? Where does it come from?" "Don't know!" answered Anderton. "Never travelled it!" "But I haf," said Jean Bènard. "I haf been up eet fiftee miles.
A white man, that is all I know. The rest is known to Chigmok alone." Bènard considered the answer for a moment, and entertaining no doubt that it was the true one, wasted no further time in that direction. "Whither has the white maiden been carried?" Chief George waved his hand to the East. "Through the woods to the lake of Little Moose, there to meet the man who pays the price."
There are some letters I want to write." He unbuttoned his furs and taking out a pocket-book and pencil began to write. Jean Bènard, having fed his dogs, began to prepare a meal for himself. Anderton sat by the fire, staring into the flames, reflecting on the irony of fate that had selected him of all men in the Mounted Service to be the one to arrest his whilom fellow-student.
He turned away and disappeared into the forest on the backward trail with Jean Bènard, and half an hour afterwards Helen emerged from her tent to find him bent over Ainley's pocket-book with a troubled look in his eyes. "What is it?" she asked looking round. "Where is Mr. Ainley and where are " "Ainley went away in the night. The others have gone after him.
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