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"I try to do what I say, Mr. Renault." "Attendez wait!" cried Mr. Renault, and closed the window. Now was Eliphalet's chance to bolt. The perspiration had come again, and it was cold. But directly the excitable little man, Renault, had appeared on the pavement above him. He had been running. "It is a long voyage from Gravois with a load of wood, Capitaine I am very grateful."
"Mon Dieu!" gasped Jean when she had gone. "What if Iowaka had been here then?" The day following the fight in the forest, Dixon found Jean de Gravois alone, and came up to him. "Gravois, will you shake hands with me?" he said. "I want to thank you for what you did to me yesterday. I deserved it. I have asked Miss Melisse to forgive me and I want to shake hands with you." Jean was thunderstruck.
And" Jean looked about him cautiously again, and whispered low "if you see anything about the dead missioner that you do not understand THINK OF JEAN DE GRAVOIS!" He rose to his feet and bent over Jan's white face. "I am going the Athabasca way to-day," he finished.
"Are you prepared to ride with Antoinette and me to Les Iles, Monsieur?" she asked. "I am," I answered. It must have been my readiness that made her smile. Then her eyes rested on mine. "You look tired, Mr. Ritchie," she said. "You did not obey me and go home last night." "How did you know that?" I asked, with a thrill at her interest. "Because Madame Gravois told my messenger that you were out."
There was in his voice, as gentle as a woman's, the vibrant note of a comradeship which is next to love the comradeship of man for man in a world where friendship is neither bought nor sold. "Have you forgotten, Jan Thoreau? If there is anything Jean de Gravois can do?" He sat down opposite Jan, his thin, eager face propped in his hands, and watched silently until the other lifted his head.
He'd resigned from the army on the Pacific Coast. He put up a log cabin down on the Gravois Road, and there he lived in the hardest luck of any man I ever saw until last year. You remember him, Joe." "Yep," said Joe. "I spotted him by the El Sol cigar.
From there he took the new line of rail to Athabasca Landing; it was September when he arrived at Fort McMurray and found Pierre Gravois, a half-breed, who was to accompany him by canoe up to Fort MacPherson. Before leaving this final outpost, whence the real journey into the North began, Philip sent a long letter to Josephine.
I immediately procured a horse and started for the country, taking no baggage with me, of course. There is an insignificant creek the Gravois between Jefferson Barracks and the place to which I was going, and at that day there was not a bridge over it from its source to its mouth.
Only he knew that he wanted air more and more air; and to get it he ran with open mouth, struggling and gasping for it, and yet not knowing that Jean de Gravois would have called him a fool for the manner in which he sought it. He heard more and more faintly the run of the sledge. Then he heard it no longer, and even the cracking of the whip died away.
"Believe in him always, my Iowaka, and Jean de Gravois will cut the throat of any missioner who says you will not go to Paradise! But this other. You are sure that you would break oath for none but me?" "And the children. They are a part of you, Jean." A fierce snarling and barking of dogs brought Gravois to the door. They could hear Croisset's raucous voice and the loud cracking of his big whip.
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