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Updated: May 11, 2025
The dark expression which had procured for Duncan McKay junior the sobriquet of Cloudbrow from La Certe and his wife, deepened visibly as these thoughts troubled his brain, and for some time he sat gazing at the fire in profound abstraction.
"What iss it you will be wantin' now?" Francois wanted many things things almost too numerous to mention; but, first, he would pay his debts to Cloudbrow. "Come, that's something new," said McKay with a cynical laugh. "You must have come by a fortune, or committed a robbery before ye would be so honest. How much are you goin' to pay?"
If it had been anybody else he would have known it, and he would have said so for he was there." "How know you that he was there?" "Marie Blanc knows. She netted the snowshoes that Cloudbrow wore, and she saw the footprints." "But pairs of snowshoes are very like each other," objected La Certe. "Very like.
"You've come to beg, borrow, or steal, no doubt," said Cloudbrow, who was worthy of his nickname, for he was as short of temper as Duncan senior. No, La Certe had come to do none of these things, he said, with a conciliatory smile.
To this the lady answered with a sound too brief to spell, and the gentleman, being accustomed to his wife's little eccentricities, broke into a hilarious laugh, and assured her that Cloudbrow was not a bad fellow a capital hunter and worthy of more regard than she was aware of. "For," said he, "Cloudbrow is willing to wait till spring for payment of the horse an' cart I hired from him last year.
But despite their evidence and the strong feeling that existed against the prisoner, it was found impossible to convict him, so that in the end he was acquitted and set free. But there were men in the colony who registered a vow that Cloudbrow should not escape. They believed him to be guilty, in spite of the trial, and made up their minds patiently to bide their time.
But this did not content her lord, who, after repeated questions, and a threat to resort to extreme measures in case of continued refusal, drew from her a distinct answer. "Slowfoot knows that Cloudbrow killed Perrin." "Sh!" exclaimed La Certe, with a look of real concern, "I am not yet tired of you, Slowfoot; and if old McKay hears you say that he will shoot you."
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