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Updated: May 11, 2025
It was the first time he had called her that lover's name in Cree SWEETHEART! Her heart pounded. She bent her head for a moment over her clenched hands, and McTaggart looking down on what he thought was her confusion laid his hand caressingly on her hair. From the door Pierrot had heard the word, and now he saw the caress, and he raised a hand as if to shut out the sight of a sacrilege.
During the three days she had been engaged in her dressmaking, Nepeese had been quite too excited to notice this change, and Pierrot had tried to keep it from her. He had been away ten days on the trip to Lac Bain, and he brought back to Nepeese the joyous news that M'sieu McTaggart was very sick with pechipoo the blood poison news that made the Willow clap her hands and laugh happily.
Then slowly he began circling about it, drawing nearer and nearer, until at last he was sniffing at the threshold. No sound or smell of life came from inside, but he could smell the old smell of McTaggart. Then he faced the wilderness the direction in which the trap line ran back to Lac Bain. He was trembling. His muscles twitched. He whined.
Her body moved sinuously and swiftly. She was keeping accurate measurement of the distance between them but McTaggart did not guess that this was why she looked back every now and then. He was satisfied to let her go on. When she turned from the narrow trail into a side path that scarcely bore the mark of travel, his heart gave an exultant jump.
Pictures were assembling more and more vividly in his mind the fight in the cabin, Nepeese, the wild chase through the snow to the chasm's edge even the memory of that age-old struggle when McTaggart had caught him in the rabbit snare. In his whine there was a great yearning, almost expectation. Then it died slowly away.
That was the polite way of explaining her presence if explanations were ever necessary. McTaggart looked again at the notes he had made on the sheet of paper. Pierrot's trapping country, his own property according to the common law of the wilderness, was very valuable.
Baree had visited each trap, and without exception he had approached each time at the point of the inverted V. After a week of futile hunting, of lying in wait, of approaching at every point of the wind a period during which McTaggart had twenty times cursed himself into fits of madness, another idea came to him.
Foxes and wolves ate of flesh from which his supersensitive power of detecting the presence of deadly danger turned him away. So he passed Bush McTaggart's poisoned tidbits, sniffing them on the way, and leaving the story of his suspicion in the manner of his footprints in the snow. Where McTaggart had halted at midday to cook his dinner Baree made these same cautious circles with his feet.
"I believe you're right about eating the cock first, for they will not be worth a farthing if they get cold. So you stick to the pig, do you hey, McTaggart? Well, there is no reckoning on taste holloa, Tim, look sharp! the champagne all 'round I'm choking!"
When he snapped at the wire and flung the weight of his body to the ground, the sapling would bend obligingly, and then in its rebound would yank him for an instant completely off the earth. Furiously he struggled. It was a miracle that the fine wire held him. In a few moments more it must have broken but McTaggart had heard him!
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