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For he had listened to a strange story, and there was still something of shock and amazement and disbelief in his eyes. "Reese Beaudin, it is hard for me to believe." "And yet you shall find that it is true," smiled Reese. "He will kill you. He is a monster a giant!" "I shall die hard," replied Reese.
And then there was a rending of cloth and of buttons and of pins as in one swift movement he tore the shirt from his own breast exposing to the eyes of Lac Bain blood-red in the glow of the winter sun, the crimson badge of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police! And above the gasp that swept the multitude, above the strange cry of the woman, his voice rose: "I am Reese Beaudin, the Yellow-back.
I half killed Beaudin, the Government mail-runner, because he insulted another man's wife when that man my friend was away. Then Beaudin, seeing his chance, robbed the mail himself, and the crime was laid to me. Well, I got even, and stuck up a mail-sledge myself but I guess there was a good reason for it.
Reese Beaudin put his hands to the other's shoulders, smiling, friendly. "I will apologize, I will explain, mon ami," he said. "But first, you must tell me the name of that Yellow-back who ran away years ago. Do you remember it?" "Oui, but what has that to do with my crushed hand? The Yellow-back's name was Reese Beaudin " "And I am Reese Beaudin," laughed the other gently.
From that night he was ashamed to show his face ever again at Lac Bain. And no one knows where he went. No one except Elise. And her secret is in her own breast." "And after that?" questioned Reese Beaudin, in a voice that was scarcely above a whisper. "I cannot understand," said Joe Delesse. "It was strange, m'sieu, very strange.
"But there is a greater punishment in store for you, and so I shall let you live!" And now Reese Beaudin was facing that part of the crowd where the woman he loved was standing. He was breathing deeply. But he was not winded. His eyes were black as night, his hair wind-blown. He looked straight over the heads between him and she whom Dupont had stolen from him.
Above God's Lake, where the Bent Arrow runs red as pale blood under its crust of ice, Reese Beaudin heard of the dog auction that was to take place at Post Lac Bain three days later. It was in the cabin of Joe Delesse, a trapper, who lived at Lac Bain during the summer, and trapped the fox and the lynx sixty miles farther north in this month of February.
His great hands were hooked, like an eagle's talons. His lips were drawn back, like a beast's. Through his red beard yellow fangs were bared. And Reese Beaudin no longer smiled. He laughed! "Until I went away and met real men, I never knew what a pig of a man you were, M'sieu Dupont," he taunted amiably, as though speaking in jest to a friend.
Reese Beaudin raised his arms, and where there had been a murmur of voices there was now silence. For the first time the stranger threw back his hood. He was unbuttoning his heavy coat. And Joe Delesse, looking up, saw that Reese Beaudin was making a mighty effort to quiet a strange excitement within his breast.
"Let Meewe have them," replied the hooded stranger. Three minutes later a single dog was pulled up on the log platform. He was a magnificent beast, and a rumble of approval ran through the crowd. The face of Joe Delesse was gray. He wet his lips. Reese Beaudin, watching him, knew that the time had come. And Joe Delesse, seeing no way of escape, whispered: "It is her dog, m'sieu.
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