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Updated: May 9, 2025
"I am glad that for a time you took me for that other John Howland, and that Pierre Thoreau and his brothers schemed to kill me at Prince Albert and Wekusko, for if these things had not occurred as they have I would never have seen Meleese. And now, Jean " His ears caught sound of movement, and he turned in time to see Meleese slipping quietly out. "Meleese!" he called softly. "Meleese!"
In the new excitement that pulsated with every fiber of his being, Howland forgot his own danger, forgot his old caution and the fears that gave birth to it, forgot everything in these moments but Meleese and his own great happiness. For he was happy, happier than he had ever been in his life, happier than he had ever expected to be.
He saw a door, and observed that it opened into another room, which in turn could be entered through the platform door behind him. With his old exactness for detail he leaped to definite conclusion. These were Meleese's apartments at the post, separated from all others and Meleese was preparing to retire for the night.
"M'seur, I have come to you with a warning. Do not go to Le Pas. Do not go to the big railroad camp on the Wekusko. Return into the South." For an instant he leaned forward, his black eyes flashing, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. "Perhaps you will understand," he cried tensely, "when I tell you this warning is sent to you by the little Meleese!"
"Another half hour and we would have been through the forest, and just beyond that in the edge of the plain are those whom you seek, Meleese and her people. That is what I started to tell you back there when you shut me up. Mon Dieu, if it were not for Meleese I would let you go on. And then what would happen then, M'seur, if you made your visit to them in broad day? Listen!"
Nerving himself for the last move, he went boldly to the door, knocked lightly to give some warning of his presence, and entered. Meleese was gone. He closed the door behind him, scarce believing his eyes. Then at the far end of the room he saw a curtain, undulating slightly as if from the movement of a person on the other side of it. "Meleese!" he called softly.
"You swear that you will follow me that you will come down to the Wekusko? My God, are you telling me the truth, Meleese?" "Yes, yes, I will come to you if you go now." She broke from him and he heard her fumbling at the window. "I will come I will come but not to Wekusko. They will follow you there. Go back to Prince Albert to the hotel where I looked at you through the window.
He caught up the paper and ran from one black opening to another, calling the Frenchman's name. "As you love your God, Jean, as you have a hope of Heaven, take this note to Meleese!" he pleaded. "Jean Jean Croisset " There came no answer, no movement outside, and Howland stilled the beating of his heart to listen. Surely Croisset was there! He looked again at the watch he held in his hand.
"And then after I had fed you you were going to kill me, my dear Jean," laughed Howland, flopping a huge caribou steak on the naked top of the sheet-iron stove. "Real nice fellow you are, eh?" "You ought to be killed, M'seur." "So you've said before. When I see Meleese I'm going to know the reason why, or " "Or what, M'seur?" "Kill you, Jean.
I drink also to the happiness of Meleese, also to the happiness of those who tried to kill you on the trail and at the coyote. But, Mon Dieu, how is it all to come? Those at the post are happy because they believe that you are dead. You will not be happy until they are dead. And Meleese how will all this bring happiness to her? I tell you that I am as deep in trouble as you, M'seur Howland.
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