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And yet she says he was not a coward. She has always said, even to Dupont, that it was the way le Bon Dieu made him, and that because he was made that way he was greater than all other men in the North Country. How do I know? Because, m'sieu, I am Elise Dupont's cousin." Delesse wondered why Reese Beaudin's eyes were glowing like living coals.
Joe Delesse, paralyzed, speechless, could have sworn it was the hooded stranger who shouted; and then he remembered, and flung up his great arms, and bellowed: "Oui by the Saints, it is Reese Beaudin Reese Beaudin come back!" Suddenly as it had begun the playing ceased, and Henri Paquette found himself with the violin in his hands.
You are tired, m'sieu, that is your bunk." Reese Beaudin held out a hand. The bulk of the two stood out in the lamp-glow, and Joe Delesse was so much the bigger man that his hand was half again the size of Reese Beaudin's. They gripped. And then a strange look went over the face of Joe Delesse. A cry came from out of his beard. His mouth grew twisted.
The monster's head went back, his great body wavered, and then suddenly he plunged backward off the platform and fell with a crash to the ground. A yell went up from the hooded stranger. Joe Delesse split his throat. The crowd drowned Reese Beaudin's voice. But above it all rose a woman's voice shrieking forth a name. And then Jacques Dupont was on the platform again.
His knees doubled slowly under him, and in the space of ten seconds his huge bulk was kneeling on the floor, while Reese Beaudin looked at him, smiling. "Has Jacques Dupont a greater grip than that, Joe Delesse?" he asked in a voice that was so soft it was almost a woman's. "Mon Dieu!" gasped Delesse. He staggered to his feet, clutching his crushed hand. "M'sieu "
Joe Delesse had been watching the factor's house, and he worked his way slowly along the edge of the feasters so that he might casually come into the path of Reese Beaudin. And there was one other man who also had watched, and who came in the same direction. He was a stranger, tall, closely hooded, his mustached face an Indian bronze.
"It means the McFarlane, the Lacs Delesse, and the Arctic Barren. For a hundred miles there isn't a stick of timber. If a storm came no man or dog could live. It is different from the coast. Here there is shelter everywhere." He spoke slowly, and he was thinking swiftly. "It would take five days at thirty miles a day. And the chances are that your husband would not stand it.
He studied also, and with success, the interesting modifications called pseudomorphism the mode of association of minerals, as well as their magnetic properties. The attributes of a practical mineralogist aided him greatly in the culture of a branch of geology to which Delesse has rendered eminent services, in the recognition of rocks of igneous origin and of others allied to them.
One of the principal results of these analyses has been to lessen the importance attributed until then to heat alone, and to show in more than one case the intervention of thermal sources and of other emanations from below, to which the eruptive rocks have simply opened up tracks. It is not only upon subjects relating to the history of rocks that Delesse has touched.
Each time that a new dog came up he looked at Joe Delesse, but, as yet Joe had failed to give the signal. On the platform the Indian was holding two malamutes in leash now and Paquette was crying, in a well simulated fit of great fury: "What, you cheap kimootisks, will you let this pair of malamutes go for seven mink and a cross fox. Are you men? Are you poverty-stricken? Are you blind?
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