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His words frightened her so much that she bowed her head to hide the signs of it in her face. Jan had often spoken those same words a thousand times he had told her that she was beautiful but there bad never been this fluttering of her heart before. There were few things which Iowaka and she did not hold in secret between them, and a day or two later Melisse told her friend what Dixon had said.
"Yes," breathed Philip reverently. Jean pointed to a larger mound, the one guardian mound of them all, rising a little above the others, its cross lifted watchfully above the other crosses; and he said, as if the spirits themselves were listening to him: "M'sieur, there is my wife, my Iowaka.
"Iowaka says that you will be taken for a bear if the trappers see you." "A beard is good to keep off the black flies," replied Jan. "It is approaching summer, and the black flies love to feast upon me. Let us go down the trail, Jean. I want to speak with you." Where there had been wood-cutting in the deep spruce they sat down, facing each other. Jan spoke in French.
A half-breed whom Jean met at Fond du Lac said that he had found the bones of a white man on the Beaver, with a Hudson's Bay gun and a horn-handled knife beside them. Jean came back to Lac Bain heavy at heart. "There is no doubt but that he is dead," he told Iowaka. "I do not believe that it will hurt very much if you tell Melisse."
It was of a sweet-faced girl, with deep pure eyes, and there came a twitch at the corners of Henri's mouth as he looked at it. "My Iowaka died t'ree year ago," he said. "She too loved the wild thing. But them wolf damn! They drive me out if I can not kill them!" He put fresh fuel into the stove, and prepared for bed. One day the big idea came to Henri.
"Will you care for the dogs, Henri?" asked Jean. "It's only a trifling sprain of the wrist, which Iowaka can cure with one dose of her liniment." As they walked away, Jan's face still as pallid as the gray snow under their feet, Gravois added: "You're a fool, Jan Thoreau. There's a crowd at your cabin, and you'll have dinner with me." "La charogne!" muttered Jan. "Les betes de charogne!"
When I asked my blessed Iowaka to be my wife, she answered by running away from me, taunting me until I thought my heart had shriveled into a bit of salt blubber; but she came back to me before I had completely died, with her braids done up on the top of her head!" He stopped suddenly, startled into silence by the strange look that had come into the other's face.
"I hate foreigners and Melisse belongs to Jan." "She did, once, but that was a long time ago, Jean." "It may be, and yet I doubt it, ma bien aimee. If Jan would tell her " "A woman will not wait always," interrupted Iowaka softly. "Jan Thoreau has waited too long!" A week later, as they stood together in front of their door, they saw Dixon and Melisse walking slowly in the edge of the forest.
Outside Jean de Gravois was dancing up and down in the starlit edge of the forest, and Iowaka was looking at him. "And NOW what do you think of your Jean de Gravois?" cried Jean for the hundredth time at least. "NOW what do you think of him, my beautiful one?" and he caught Iowaka's head in his arms, for the hundredth time, too, and kissed her until she pushed him away.
In a single leap he was at the side of the sledge, throwing off the furs and bundles and all other objects except his rifle. "He is dead, Iowaka. Look at the purple and black in his face. It is Jean de Gravois who will catch the murderer, and you will stay here and make yourself a camp. Hi-o-o-o-o!" he shouted to the Malemutes.
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