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Both men understood the Indian's meaning. Chillingwood believed the man to be right about the trail. As to the coming storm, and the probable consequences if they were caught in it, that was patent to all three. But Grey, with characteristic pig-headedness, gave no heed to the superior intelligence of the Indian where matters of direction in a wild country were concerned.
"According to calculations, if we have not got off the trail," Chillingwood went on, with a sly look at his superior, "we should reach Dougal's roadside hostelry in the Pass by eight o'clock well before dark. We ought to escape the storm." "You mean we shall," said Grey pointedly. "If " "Bunkum!" The two men relapsed into silence. They were very good friends these two.
"And who's going to take me?" he cried. "You, Robb Chillingwood, you? Ha, ha!" and his maniacal laugh rang out again. "Look to yourself, you fool. Grey crossed my path, and he paid for it with his life. You shall follow him." While his words yet rang upon the air his hand shot out from behind him, gripping a heavy revolver. The pistol was raised, and a shriek went up from the two ladies.
"My dears," she said, as she plumped herself down; she was addressing them both, but her round eyes were turned upon Alice, who was sitting up in bed with her hands clasped about her knees, "I've been thinking that maybe we might ask young Mr. Chillingwood out here. It's quite a time since I've seen him.
An Indian was keeping pace with the dogs in front; the latter, five in number, harnessed in the usual tandem fashion to a heavily-laden sled. "It's no use anticipating bad weather," replied Chillingwood, quietly. "But as to the question of the trail " "There's no question," interrupted Grey, sharply. "Ah, the map shows two clumps of bush. The trail turns off at one of them.
"But, damn it, man, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for saying such a thing. You are marrying one of the best and sweetest girls in Southern Manitoba, and yet why, it's enough to choke a man off his feed." Chillingwood was angry. "Don't be a fool. You haven't many brains, I know, but use the few you possess now, and listen to me. A week ago, yes; a week hence, yes.
Now, which way may you be taking, gentlemen? Are you going to head through the mountains for the main trail, or are you going to double on your tracks?" "We are going back," said Grey, with unpleasant emphasis. Any allusion to his mistake of the road annoyed him. Chillingwood turned his head away and hid a smile. "I think you will do well," replied the trapper largely.
The gathering wind was intensifying the cold. "If this goes on we shall have to make that belt of pinewoods for shelter," observed Robb Chillingwood practically. "It won't do to take chances of losing the dogs and their load in the storm. What say?" They had rounded a bend and Grey was watchfully gazing ahead. He did not seem to hear his companion's question.
"I thought I knew these regions well enough, but I didn't. I lost my way, too, and came near to losing my life " He broke off abruptly as Robb Chillingwood slowly rolled over on his side and began to snore loudly.
Don't let them " He had reached the window to carry out his own instructions. His hands were upon the casements, and he was about to fling the glass frames together. But suddenly his arms dropped to his sides. He stood face to face with the figure of Robb Chillingwood! There was a dreadful silence.
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