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He leaned forward, and his breath came in a quick gasp. "The result?" he demanded. "Did you kill him?" "He escaped." The tense lines on Croisset's face relaxed. Philip turned and bolted the door. "Sit down, Croisset," he commanded. "You and I are going to square things up in this room to-night. It is quite natural that you should be glad he escaped.
The door was partly open and for the last time there came to Howland's ears the mourning howl of the old dog on the mountain top. Almost threateningly he gripped Croisset's arm. "Jean if you don't come back what will happen?" He heard the half-breed chuckling. "You will die, M'seur, pleasantly and taking your own time at it, which is much better than dying over a case of dynamite.
It was not until he again heard approaching sounds that he returned once more to a full consciousness of the mysterious thing that had happened. He heard first of all the creaking of a toboggan on the hard crust, then the pattering of dogs' feet, and after that the voices of men. The sounds stopped on the trail a dozen feet away from him. With a strange thrill he recognized Croisset's voice.
He was confident that these men from the Wekusko were his chief menace, and that with them once out of the way, and with the Frenchman in his power, the fight which he was carrying into the enemy's country would be half won. There would then be no one to recognize him but Meleese. His heart leaped with joyous hope, and he leaned forward on the sledge to examine Croisset's empty gun.
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