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Updated: May 16, 2025
When Ambrose and Simon Grampierre arrived at the tea-dance they found present as many of the Kakisas of both sexes as could be wedged within Jack Mackenzie's shack. All around the room they were pressed in tiers, the first line squatting, the second kneeling, the third standing, and others behind, perched on chairs, beds and tables, that all might have a clear view of the floor.
"I am taking for granted you would like to see me get off," Ambrose went on. "Admitting that that the old feeling is dead and all that still it can't be exactly pleasant for you to feel that you once felt that way toward a murderer and a traitor " "Please, please " murmured Colina. "You see you have a motive for helping me," Ambrose insisted. "I thought first of Simon Grampierre.
He was conscious of having intended honestly. This cold parting was worse than the most violent of quarrels. Simon Grampierre was waiting on a point of his land that commanded a view up and down river. Here he had set up a lookout bench like that at the fort. At sight of Ambrose he shouted from a full breast and hastened down to the waterside. He received him with both hands extended.
He would gladly have sacrificed it. It was too heavy for him to budge. Tole Grampierre and Greer reached his side. "Quick!" cried Ambrose breathlessly. "Set her adrift!" But at that moment the whole tribe came pouring over the bank like a flood. Ambrose and the breed sprang into the bow of the boat in an endeavor to hold it against them. Old Simon presently joined them. "Back!
"Always he say, 'Wait, wait, wait! All right for Simon Grampierre to wait. He got plenty beef and potatoes and goods in his house. He can wait. "What will a poor man do while he wait? What will I do starve, and see my children starve? If we not sell grain we get no credit at the store. Where I get warm clothes for the winter and meat and sugar and powder for my gun?
He drew a long breath to steady himself, and opening his hand, let the fragments float away on the current. "Let us go back," he said quietly. During the whole of the way he did not speak. Grampierre was waiting for them in the big kitchen. "I will now give you my answer," said Ambrose. "Well?" said the old man eagerly. "It is only a partial answer.
Lifting the blind over the entrance, Ambrose dived inside the teepee, Simon Grampierre at his heels. In the center a small fire burned on the ground, and behind it sat five dark-skinned figures in a semicircle. Not one of the five faces changed a muscle at their entrance. The principal man with a grave inclination of the head, waved them a blanket which had been placed for them opposite him.
They still lay where they had fallen the Indian sprawling in the middle of a black stain on the platform; Tole huddled on the bare earth of the quadrangle. Ambrose's heart sank at the thought of returning to Simon Grampierre with the gift of a dead son. The Indians gave no regard to the bodies apparently they meant to leave them behind.
He will feed you. Now when they come for flour Simon Grampierre say you got no flour. "When I go to John Gaviller for flour, he mock me. He say: 'You take Ambrose Doane for your father. All right. Let him feed you now. So I am not know what to do. Every day my people more ongry, more mad. "Pretty soon the young men make trouble. There is no game here. We can't stay here without flour.
He packed up what remained of his outfit, and Tole stowed it in the dugout. The Grampierre house was a mile and a half above the Company's establishment on the other side of the river. The two young men had, therefore, a three-mile paddle against the current. Landing, Ambrose saw before him a low, wide-spreading house built of squared logs and whitewashed.
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