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Anderton rose from his seat. "I expect that will be Jean Bènard," he said quietly. "Jean Bènard? Who is Jean Bènard?" cried Ainley. "He is the man who Stane and I left to bring Chigmok along." "Chigmok!" "Yes, you see, Ainley, Chigmok was not dead as you meant him to be.
"I tink onlee of zee price dat hee save." "What sort of a man was he? What did he look like, Chigmok?" "He dark an' vhat you call han'some. He haf sometimes one glass to hees eye, an " "Ainley, by Heaven!" cried Stane in extreme amazement. "I not know hees name," answered the half-breed, "but I tink he ees of zee Company." Anderton looked doubtfully at Stane who suffered no doubt at all.
Jean Bènard, or I'm a sinner!" Jean Bènard it was, and his face lighted with pleasure as he staggered into the camp. "I fear for you, m'sieu," he said to Stane in simple explanation, "therefore I come. Bo'jour, M'sieu Anderton, dis ees a good meeting on zee bad day! But dat surely dat ees Chigmok? An' zee mees where ees she?" Stane waved a hand towards the lake.
"It was Chigmok my sister's son who led the young men away." "So! But thou hast seen the rifles and the burning water, the blankets, the tea and the molasses which are the price to be paid. I know that thou hast seen them." At the words the Chief started a little, then he made a mumbling admission: "Yes, I have seen them. They are a great price." "But who pays?" "I know not.
"It is Chigmok, my sister's son, who planned " "But it is thee they will take for punishment and Chigmok also. Now go!" Chief George waited for no second bidding, but began to shamble off across the snow towards his encampment. The two men watched him go, in silence for a little time, and then Stane spoke. "This lake of the Little Moose, where is it?" "About sixteen miles to zee East.
They washed and dressed the wound, made the half-breed as comfortable as they could; then as he reposed by the fire, Anderton found the man's pipe, filled it, held a burning stick whilst he lit it, and when it was drawing nicely, spoke: "Now, Chigmok, you owe me something for all this, you know. Just tell us the meaning of the game you were playing.
But to resume, the Indian told us that Chigmok had carried off Miss Yardely. Under pressure he told also the place for which the half-breed was making, a desolate district, little travelled the Lake of the Little Moose. Know it?" "Yes, I was there this morning; Stane and I have just come from there."
One glance at the drawn face of the latter told him that he had not slept, but he refrained from comment on the fact, knowing well what thoughts must have made sleep impossible for him. "Have you seen anything yet, Jean?" he asked as he seated himself again. "Not yet, m'sieu," answered the trapper. "But eef Chief George did not lie we cannot miss Chigmok an zee oders."
Out of the wood it must be snowing like the very devil, and he can't go far. I'm going after him with Jean Bènard, and I want you to look after Chigmok and these Indians of Ainley's." "All right, Anderton! But you won't catch Ainley, you know." "Why not?" "Because," was the reply given with quiet significance, "I am afraid that Ainley has gone very far indeed."
Another fusillade, and the sled halted, just as the two men broke from the cover of the bluff and began to run across the snow in the direction of it. "By gar! By gar!" cried Jean Bènard in great excitement. "Tings dey happen. Dere are oder men who want Chigmok, an' dey get heem, too." Then with a clamouring wind came the snow, blotting out all further vision of the tragedy ahead.
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