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"Hallo, Jean," he cried, "are you going to leave us?" "Not I, M'sieu Anderton," said the trapper with a grin. "I go wid you to Fort Malsun to help you look after Chigmok an' zee odders. But I zee team sold to M'sieu Stane, an' he goes to zee Engleesh Mission." "To the English Mission!"
He would kill more than thee to win them." "And the the man who is with me?" A little flash came in the girl's dark eyes. "That man " she said in a voice that had an edge like a knife, "tell me, is she thy squaw?" "Then you know, Miskodeed?" he said, with a quick feeling of shame. "I know that man is the bright-faced woman who came to Fort Malsun. Tell me, is she thy squaw?"
"We'll go with you," answered Stane thoughtfully, "we may be able to get dogs from the camp." "It's just possible," agreed Anderton, "if the Indians will sell. If not, then I'll carry the news of you back to Fort Malsun, and the factor there will send for you like a shot." He was silent for a moment, watching Helen as she laid the table; then he said hesitatingly.
"It is, of course, just possible that the man with whom your half-breed saw her was making north to the post at Lobstick Creek, and it will be as well to make an early inquiry there." "Yes, Sir James, I have thought of that." "By the way, did you get any description of the man whom my niece was with?" "Yes. You remember that man who was at Fort Malsun, and who departed quietly one night?"
One was Gerald Ainley's name, and the other the name of the beautiful Indian girl whom she had seen talking with the sick man down at Fort Malsun Miskodeed. Her face flushed as she recognized it, and a little look of resentment came in her eyes.
I shall send a messenger to Rodwell, at Fort Malsun, instructing him to send you down an outfit that will last the winter if necessary, and you will have carte blanche to follow your own plans, only you must understand, Ainley, my niece must be found. Even though you have to comb this country through with a dust-comb she must be found." "She shall be, Sir James," answered Ainley with conviction.
Not that the knowledge is really essential now, since judging from the fact that Ainley went down the lake it seems likely that there is a way to Malsun river in that direction. But we simply must have dogs." "Then in the morning we follow the mysterious one's trail?" "Yes, if there is no wind or snow in the night."
"I do not know," she said. "I certainly do not remember coming through that rough water." "Your uncle's party had of course travelled some way since I left Fort Malsun?" "Oh yes; we had made long journeys each day and we were well on our way to wait a moment. I shall remember the name to to old Fort Winagog." "Winagog?" said Stane. "Yes! That is the name.
Things were very difficult for me at home and so I came out here, stumbled on Ainley and you know the rest." Helen Yardely had listened to the talk of the two men without speaking, but now she broke in. "I do not wonder Gerald Ainley did not keep his promise to see you at Fort Malsun. I only wonder that when he arranged for your deportation, as he surely did, he did not arrange for your death."
There is evidence, and I know where that evidence is, and I will tell you what I am going to do. When we get to Fort Malsun, I shall get Mr. Rodwell to equip an expedition, and I shall recover that evidence and publish it to the world, in order to clear the memory of the man whom you have so deeply wronged." "There will be no need for that, fortunately, Miss Yardely!" said a voice behind her.
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