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You are nothing to me. I care nothing for your opinion of me considering its source, I am surprised it is not even worse." "Impossible! And do not think that I have not had corroborative evidence. Ocular evidence of your brutal treatment of Mr. Lapierre and did I not see with my own eyes the destruction of your whiskey?" "What nonsense are you speaking now? My whiskey!
"He is not dead, dear mine," said she in a low voice, feeling Havel's heart. "Thank God," was all that Madelinette could say. "Let us lift him into the coach." Now Lapierre was standing beside them, the reins in his hand.
"Speaking of the devil," grinned Constable Craig, with a glance toward Corporal Ripley, who greeted the newcomer with a curt nod. "Well, Lapierre, where'd you come from?" Lapierre jerked his thumb toward the southward. "Up river," he answered. "Getting out timber for my scows."
Ten minutes later, two lean-bodied scouts took the trail for the Northward, with orders to report immediately the whereabouts of MacNair. If luck favoured him, Lapierre knew that MacNair accompanied by the pick of his hunters, would be far from Snare Lake, upon his semi annual pilgrimage to intercept the fall migration of the caribou herd, along the northernmost reaches of the barren grounds.
"Whiskey from my storehouse!" The girl's voice rose to a scream, and MacNair interrupted her savagely: "Aye, whiskey from your storehouse! Brought in by Lapierre, and by Lapierre cunningly and freely given out to my Indians." "You are crazy! You are mad! You do not know what you are saying? But if you do know, you are the most consummate liar on the face of the earth! Of all things absurd!
Hardly had they taken a dozen strokes when the canoe ground sharply against the thin, shore ice. There was the sound of ripping bark, where the knifelike edge of the ice tore through the side of the frail craft. Water gushed in, and Lapierre, stifling a curse that rose to his lips, seized a paddle, and leaning over the bow began to chop frantically at the ice.
You have listened to Lapierre and you have easily become his dupe. There is no Indian in his employ who would not kill me. They have had their orders. Have you stopped to reflect that the brave Lapierre did not himself remain to stem this attack? To protect me from my Indians?" The sneer in MacNair's voice was not lost upon the girl, who drew herself up haughtily. "Mr.
Show me these Indians, that I may see for myself that you have spoken the truth?" "No. I told you you were to have nothing to do with my Indians. I also warned my Indians against you and your partner Lapierre. I cannot warn them against you and then take you among them." "Very well. I shall go myself, then. I came up here to see your fort and the condition of your Indians. You knew I would come."
She was a personal friend of Madame Lapierre, and as the Tessiers had exhausted all their money in paying the expenses connected with securing the fortune, she, being a well-to-do gentlewoman, had come to their assistance, and for the last few months had been financing the enterprise on a fifteen per cent. basis.
The fact that MacNair had made use of the wolf-cry to call them together, his set face, and terse, quick commands told the Indians that this was no ordinary expedition, and the eyes of the men glowed with anticipation. The long-promised the inevitable battle was at hand. The time had come for ridding the North of Lapierre. And the fight would be a fight to the death.
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