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Updated: June 9, 2025
With us a lifetime is not too long to spend in avenging a cruel wrong. It is our honor of the North. I was fifteen then, and had been fostered by the Factor and his wife since the day my mother died of the smallpox and I dragged myself into the post, almost dead of starvation. So it happened that I was like a brother to Meleese and the other three.
The bearded man dropped back into the thick gloom, and without speaking Howland followed Croisset, his eyes on the shadowy form of Meleese. The ghostly faces turned from the light, and the tread of their retreating feet marked the passage through the blackness. Jean fell back beside Howland, the huge bulk of the bearded man three paces ahead.
In an instant there recurred to him all that Croisset had said, and there almost came from his lips the half-breed's words, which had burned themselves in his memory, "Perhaps you will understand when I tell you this warning is sent to you by the little Meleese." What had Croisset meant? "Meleese," he repeated, looking strangely into the girl's face. "Yes Meleese "
She had fought to save him from her own flesh and blood, and Jean had fought to save him, and in these last minutes of his life he would liked to have had Croisset with him that he might have taken has hand and thanked him for what he had done. And because he had fought for him and Meleese the Frenchman's fate was to be almost as terrible as his own.
In that moment neither heard a tap at the door leading to the room beyond, nor saw the door move gently inward, and Meleese, hesitating, framed in the opening. It was Howland who spoke first. "I thank God that all these things have happened, Jean," he said earnestly.
Softly he repeated her last words to him: "If God fails to answer my prayers I will still do as I have promised, and follow you." Those words seemed to cry aloud his doom. Even Meleese had given up hope. And yet, was there not a deeper significance in her words? He started as if some one had struck him, his eyes agleam. "'I will follow you." He almost sobbed the words this time.
I would have done her a greater service if I had killed you back there on the trail and stripped your body for those things that would be foul enough to eat it. I have told you a dozen times that it is God's justice that you die. And you are going to die very soon, M'seur." "No, I'm not going to die, Jean. I'm going to see Meleese, and she's going back into the South with me.
I want to meet her brothers and shake their hands. I don't blame them. They're men. But, somehow, it hurts to think of her of Meleese as as almost a murderer." "Mon Dieu, M'seur, has she not saved your life! Listen to this!
He clenched his hands as he thought again of what had already happened the cowardly attempt on his life, the warnings, and his blood boiled to fever heat. That night after he had seen Meleese he would know what to do. But he would not be driven away, as Gregson and Thorne had been driven. He was determined on that.
"I have come for you, Meleese," he said as calmly as though his arrival had been expected. "Jean is my prisoner. I forced him to drive me to the old cabin up on the mountain, and he is waiting there with the dogs. We will start back to-night now." Suddenly he sprang to her again, his voice breaking in a low pleading cry.
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