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Updated: May 13, 2025
"He has eyes like a lynx!" Ambrose's eyes, darting around the room, fell upon an album of snapshots lying on the table. He flung it open. When Gaviller came in he found them standing at the table, their backs to him. He heard Ambrose ask: "Who is that comical little guy?" Colina replied: "Ahcunazie, one of the Kakisa Indians in his winter clothes."
It is difficult to make acquaintance through a wall of logs. Finally Ambrose asked how it was she could speak English, and that unlocked her simple story. "My fat'er teach me," she said. "He is half a white man. He come here long tam ago and marry Kakisa. He spik ver' good Angleys. When Watusk is make head man he mad at my fat'er because my fat'er spik Angleys.
Nesis said he was so angry that he started in talking without sending her out of the teepee. He had no idea, of course, that she could understand English. She made herself look stupid, she said. "Mr. Strange was angry because, if the Indians got their flour and went back to the Kakisa River satisfied, all his plans would be spoiled.
This, Ambrose knew, was the way to the Kakisa River their own country. A chill struck to his breast. Any intelligible danger may be faced with a good heart, but to be cast among capricious and inscrutable savages, whom he could neither command nor comprehend, was enough to undermine the stoutest courage. Nevertheless he strove with himself as he rode.
However, he immediately rode back to the Kakisa village with three troopers. In an hour he sent one of the men back for Watusk. In two hours they all returned without Nesis. Ambrose's heart sank like a stone. By instinct he strove to conceal his discouragement from his enemies under a nonchalant air.
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.
"When they all got to the Kakisa River a week later she found that he was imprisoned in Gordon Strange's house, and watched day and night." So far the power of Colina's story had carried her hearers along breathlessly with her. Not until she reached this point did a very obvious question occur to the judge. "One moment, Miss Gaviller," he said.
Ambrose heard him speaking the uncouth Kakisa tongue, and heard the murmur of replies. He would have given a bale of furs to understand what was being said. The exchange was brief. Strange presently stepped inside and said: "They say they want their leader Ambrose Doane." A dead silence fell on the little group. They turned and stared at Ambrose. He, for the moment, was stunned with astonishment.
We cannot wait a month for flour." "What's the matter with the mankiller?" "Broke," was the laconic answer. "We fix it. Every day it break again. Now it is all broke." "Well, every family will have to grind for themselves," said Ambrose. Simon shrugged. "We have a new trouble here." "What is it?" Ambrose anxiously demanded. "The Kakisa Indians," Simon said.
Whenever we stopped I talked to Nesis. We stayed up most of that night. It was too cold to sleep. By the end of the second day I knew everything she had to tell me." Colina drank some water and went on. "Nesis's story begins a year ago. In the middle of the winter my father was accustomed to send Gordon Strange with an outfit to the Kakisa River to trade with the tribe and bring back the fur.
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