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The Indian was talking in a low voice, and in a deliberate fashion. "I mak him," he said, in his quaint, broken way. "Neche all out. Only squaws, an' pappoose by the camp. Old men yes. Him all by river. Much squaws by river. Charley not come by river. No good. Charley him look by camp. Him see much teepee, much shack. Oh, yes, plenty. One big plenty big shack. Squaws mak go by shack. Him store.

And his attitude as he eyed the two seated upon the sofa said as plainly as possible, "Well, which one is it to be first?" Robb felt uneasy. Alice was decidedly alarmed at the dog's truculent appearance. But the tension was relieved a moment later by the brute's own strange behaviour. Suddenly, without the slightest warning, Neche plumped down upon his hind-quarters.

He stood staring out in a southwesterly direction. For a while he remained silent. Kars and Bill squeezed the water from their stout moleskin trousers. Suddenly Charley flung out an arm. He was pointing with a lean forefinger. "Neche lodge," he said. "Louis Creal him shack." Kars and Bill were at either side of him searching the dark horizon. A light was shining dimly in the distance.

They became almost animated. But it was with a look of awe, or even apprehension. "Him Bell River," he stated bluntly. "Yes." John Kars had learned all he wanted from the scout. His own opinion was corroborated. So he handed the useless weapon back and pointed at it. "Allan Mowbray's outfit," he said. "Bell River neche steal 'em." The scout nodded. The smell of cooking pervaded the camp.

Just those silent moving lips. "Rot, man, rot! I've been up here long enough to know my way about this devil's country. No confounded neche can teach me. The trail forked at that bush we passed three days back. We're all right. I wish I felt as sure about the weather." Leslie Grey broke off abruptly. His tone was resentful, as well as dictatorial. He was never what one might call an easy man.

"If that were possible I guess we ought to make the primest bacon. Hallo, here comes the d d neche. What's up now, I wonder? Well, Rainy-Moon, what is it?" The Indian had stopped his dogs and now turned back to speak to the two men. His face was expressionless. He was a tall specimen of the Cree Indian. "Ugh," he grunted, as he came to a standstill.

There is a bond amongst sportsmen which is stronger than all the vows made at any altar. Hervey's delight in destroying life is almost inhuman. I trust he never shoots sitting game." "I should hope not," said Prudence. "I would never own him as a brother if he did. Hello, Neche," as the door was pushed slowly open and the great husky limped heavily into the room.

It is part of the upbringing of the neche to eschew all outward signs of emotion. The Sun Dance, when the braves are made, is the necessary education in this direction. Ralph saw the look but failed to take its meaning. The squaw watched the white men with keen interest. Nick was groping about in the depths of a gunny-sack. Ralph plunged into the fantastic story which he and Nick had prepared.

Even the wolfish Neche seemed impressed with what was happening, for he clung to the girl's heels, following her wherever she went, and finally laid down upon the trailing portion of her skirt when she took up her position beside her lover and waited for him to begin. The opening was a painful one for everybody. Iredale scarcely knew how to face those gentle folk and recount his disgraceful story.

He was a good and faithful neche. I I wonder what's happened him since. He's not got back, and the others have all deserted me. There's no one here now but An-ina, and my little boy, and," she added bitterly, "What's left of me. Oh, God, will it never end! This pain. This dreadful, dreadful pain."