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A hail from the river forced him to rouse himself. As he crawled out he instinctively cast a glance at the sun. It was mid-afternoon. Tole Grampierre landed on the stones. "You are seeck!" he exclaimed, seeing Ambrose's face. Though life loses all its savor, it must be carried on with a good air. "Mal de tête!" said Ambrose, making light of it. "It will soon pass." Tole accepted the explanation.
They gazed at each other deeply and wistfully. "Ah! I can't! I can't!" murmured Colina brokenly. "Such a little time to be happy!" They flew to each other's arms. "No not quite good-by!" said Ambrose shakily. "I'll write to you to-morrow morning everything I think of to-night. I'll send it by Tole Grampierre. You can send an answer by him." "Ah, my dear love, if you forget me I shall die!"
Whether Germain started before or after her, she could find him on the way. That he would start for the Kakisa River this morning she had no doubt. When they had ridden a couple of miles Cora pointed out to her where the tracks of four horses struck into the trail. They were just ahead, she said. They came upon Germain Grampierre and his brother Georges making their first spell by the trail.
On the third day, Ambrose chafing at their slow progress, put the dugout overboard, and set off ahead to warn the settlement of their coming. He had no hesitation leaving the raft with the Grampierre boys; they could handle it better than himself.
Simon Grampierre corroborates this; but Grampierre, you must remember, is the prisoner's self-confessed accomplice in the seizure of the flour-mill. "Still, he may be telling the truth. Grampierre was not with Doane all the time. It is highly probable that the prisoner, seeking to impress Grampierre, pleaded with the Indians in his hearing. The Indians couldn't understand English, anyway.
It was Ambrose's promise to visit Simon Grampierre that had kept him inactive all day. He did not wish to complicate the already delicate situation between Grampierre and Gaviller by an open visit to the former. He meant to go with Tole at dawn. Suddenly Job raised his head and growled. In a moment Ambrose heard the sound of a horse approaching at a walk above.
He filled his pipe and got it going well before he launched on his tale. "My fat'er, Simon Grampierre, he is educate'," he began. "He read in books, he write, he spik Angleys, he spik French, he spik the Cree. We are Cree half-breed. My fat'er's fat'er, my mot'er's fat'er, they white men. We are proud people. We own plenty land. We live in a good house. We are workers.
I can't take the responsibility." Colina shrugged. "Then the Grampierres and I must go by ourselves," she said. Plaskett became even stiffer and more uncomfortable. "Germain Grampierre and his brother had no business to leave home," he said. "By their own confessions they are implicated in the raid on the Company's flour-mill.
Yet he had constituted himself her protector, and he would hardly let her go without him. It did not promise to be easy to hoodwink both Plaskett and Grampierre. What she was going to do when she found Nesis, Colina did not stop to consider. The thing to do was to find the girl, and trust to pluck and mother wit for the rest. Colina finally thought she saw her way clear.
By Ambrose's orders the bags were piled up in an imposing array in the middle of the square. He knew the value of a dramatic display. The half-breeds who had been on duty for thirty-six hours, scattered to their homes up and down the river. Simon Grampierre and Tole remained with Ambrose. The york boat was left drawn up on the beach below the camp.
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