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"It is necessary for the winning of the rifles, and the tea and the blankets." Stane pursed his lips to whistle at the news. There was more behind it than appeared; and he knew that Chigmok the murderous half-breed was not the framer of the plot, however, he might be the instrument for its execution.
He is the man Anderton was after when he came to the cabin, and his life is forfeit on another count. He will not spare the man who bribed him to fresh crime, and then dealt treacherously with him." He paused in his walk and looked back towards the fire where Ainley sat writing, with Chigmok glowering at him across the fire, whilst Anderton sat staring abstractedly into the glowing logs.
A dog-train had broken from the wood, and taken to the surface of the lake, three men accompanying it. "Chigmok! Behold, m'sieu!" On a mutual impulse they turned and running back to the camp, began hurriedly to harness the dogs to the sledge. A few minutes later they were on the move, and turning the corner of the cliff began the descent towards the lake.
"Presently," he said, "it weel snow, m'sieu. Let us go and eat, then eef Chigmok has not appeared we weel go meet dat man out dere. He may haf zee news." Reluctantly Stane turned with him, and went back to the camp. He had no desire for food, but he forced himself to eat, and when the meal was finished he assisted his companion to load the sledge. Then Bènard spoke again.
There was a shorter way, as he informed us, a way which if we travelled hard, would bring us to the lake before Chigmok himself; and after considering the matter carefully I decided to take the shorter route, and to await your captor at his own camp, since, as he had no reason for anticipating pursuit, the surprise would be all the more complete.
"We found an Indian in the snow, who had been wounded in the fight, as he told us, and on pressure he gave me the information that you had been carried away by a half-breed of the name of Chigmok, who, as the Indian averred, was making for the lake of the Little Moose, that is the lake where we rescued you.
We arrived there in good time, and well, you know the rest, Helen." "Not quite," answered the girl in a listless, toneless voice. "You have not yet told me what this man Chigmok proposed to do with me." "Well, the wounded Indian told us that he had fallen violently in love with you, and that he proposed to make you his squaw." "Ah!"
As they did so a gust of wind brought a scurry of snow in their faces, and Bènard looked anxiously up into the sky. "By-an'-by it snow like anythin', m'sieu. We must race to catch Chigmok b'fore it come." Without another word he stepped ahead, and began to make the trail for the dogs, whilst Stane took the gee-pole to guide the sledge.
"He knows," answered the girl quietly, "but Chigmok that is his sister's son has filled him with a lying tale that the law will take no account of thee, and he believes, as Chigmok himself believes." "But " began Stane, and broke off as the girl lifted her hand. "Chief George has seen the rifles, and the burning water, the box of tea and the bale of blankets, and his soul is hungry for them.
There's a good two hundred miles of them hereabouts and till we can begin to look for the trail it is no good worrying. Who are these men " "I can't say," answered Stane, "but I'll tell you what I know." Vividly and succinctly he narrated the events that had befallen since the policeman's departure from Chief George's camp on the trail of Chigmok. Anderton listened carefully. Twice he interrupted.
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