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There were others, and once more her eyes swept the blackness. Suddenly the question flashed through her brain: Why should these Indians seek to avenge MacNair the man who held the power of life and death over them who had practically forced them into servitude?
Going to church was somewhat interesting after all, thought Professor Willits. Then, in common with the rest of the congregation, he detached his eyes from the girl's exquisite profile and focused them upon the minister. Friends of the Rev. Angus Macnair asserted that he was a man in a thousand.
But the danger from the authorities is small in comparison with the danger from MacNair." Tostoff growled an assent. "And now," continued Lapierre, "for the first time we have him where we want him." The Russian looked sceptical. "We got MacNair where we want him if he's dead," he grunted. "Who killed him?" Lapierre made a gesture of impatience. "He is not dead.
For the feel of the bite of the gut-lash was strong upon him. "B'jo'! B'jo'! Nitchi!" greeted LeFroy, smiling into the scowling face. "B'jo'!" grunted the younger man with evident lack of enthusiasm. "Kah MacNair?" The Indian returned a noncommittal shrug. LeFroy repeated his question, at the same time taking from his pocket a cheap clasp-knife which he extended toward the Indian.
MacNair returned her gaze unflinchingly and again the girl felt an indescribable sense of smallness of helplessness before this man of the North, whose very presence breathed strength and indomitable man-power. "Was it possible," she wondered, "that he would dare to flaunt this strength in the very face of the law?"
The Indian lay almost at the foot of the ladder, and, gurgling horribly, rose to his knees. MacNair glanced into his face. The man's eyes were rolled backward until only the whites showed. His lips moved, and he clung to the rungs of the ladder.
The quarter-breed's muscles strained and his legs twined spasmodically about the legs of MacNair, while his fingers tore through the snow and clawed at the bark of the wood-pile. Deliberately, the gun-sight ripped and tore across the forehead grooving the bone. The wide scar showed raw and red, and in spots the skull flashed white. The broad line lost itself in the hair upon the opposite temple.
But she did not know that, nor did she know of his midnight visit to Tostoff, nor of what happened at Brown's cabin, nor of the release of MacNair. Bob MacNair drove a terrific trail. He was known throughout the Northland as a hard man to follow at any time. His huge muscles were tireless at the paddle, and upon the rackets his long swinging stride ate up the miles of the snow-trails.
"So," he drawled, "my good friend has come to visit his neighbour! Come right in, I assure you a hearty welcome, but you must come alone! Your retainers are too numerous and entirely too bourgeois to eat at a gentleman's table." "But not to drink from his bottle," retorted MacNair. "I am coming in but not alone!" Lapierre laughed derisively. "O-ho, you would come by force by force of arms, eh!
Chloe had almost completed the circle when suddenly she came to a halt, for there, pressed tight against the logs close beside the jamb of the closed door, stood MacNair. All about her the Indians stood in tense expectancy. Their eyes gleamed bright, and the breath hissed between parted lips short, quick breaths of excitement.
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