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Updated: May 3, 2025
"At the last moment," wrote Lapierre to Moreno, "I received from Paris a letter commanding me to go to the Ministry, and at the same time a telegram recommending that I leave at once. I shall write you from Paris all that I learn to your interest.
MacNair smiled grimly. "That's my lookout. Remember, your word has passed, and when we locate Lapierre, you head back for Fort Resolution." The other nodded regretfully, and when MacNair turned away from the fort and headed eastward along the south shore of the lake, the officer fell silently in behind the dogs.
He is the friend of the Indians and God knows they need a friend living as they do by sufferance of such men as you, and the men of the Hudson Bay Company!" "You believe that, I think," MacNair said quietly. "I wonder if you are really such a fool, or do you know Lapierre for what he is?" "Yes!" exclaimed the girl, her face flushed. "I do know him for what he is! He is a man! He knows the North.
"As you please," answered Lapierre, gently. "It is not the way of the North; but " "It is the way of humanity." "It is your way and, therefore, it is my way, also. But, let us not waste time!" He spoke sharply to Chloe's canoemen, who sprang to the unconscious form, and raising it from the ground, carried it to the water's edge and deposited it in the canoe.
As the Indian girl poured forth her story, Chloe Elliston listened as one in a dream. What was this she was saying, that it was Lapierre who sold whiskey to the Indians, and MacNair who stood firm, and struck mighty blows for the right of things? Surely, this girl's mind was unhinged or, had something gone wrong with her own brain? Was it possible she had heard aright?
"Certainly, I can swear it was whiskey! I saw it and smelled it." "Can you explain why Lapierre did not know of these pieces, until you called his attention to them?" Chloe hesitated a moment and tapped nervously on the table with her fingers. "Yes," she answered, "I can. Mr. Lapierre took charge of the outfit only that morning." "Who was the boss scowman? Who took the scows down the Athabasca?"
Faringhea made a movement as if to stand upon the defensive; but only the old servant, with his quiet and placid mien, appeared at the door. "Lapierre, light the gentleman out," said Rodin, pointing to Faringhea. Terrified at Rodin's calmness, the half-caste hesitated to leave the room. "Why do you wait, sir?" said Rodin, remarking his hesitation. "I wish to be alone."
I never told you to run a batch in the winter before, but this time you have got to take the chance." Lapierre leaned closer and fixed the heavy-faced Russian with his gleaming black eyes. He spoke slowly so that the words fell distinctly from his lips. "You cache that liquor on the Clearwater on Christmas Day.
As she bent over Havel and sprinkled his face, Lapierre examined the insensible man. "He is but stunned," he said. "He will come to in a moment." Then he went to the spot where Havel had lain, and found a pistol lying at the side of the road. Examining it, he found it had been discharged- both barrels.
You will not believe this not yet. Later perhaps, when it is too late but, that is your affair not mine. At the proper time I will crush Lapierre, and if you go down in the crash you will have yourself to thank. I have warned you. Yon snake has poisoned your mind against me. In your eyes I am foredamned and well damned which causes me no concern, and you, no doubt, much satisfaction.
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