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Carvel did not move while she was in that attitude. He seemed scarcely to breathe. The glow in his eyes grew deeper the worship of a man for a woman. Suddenly Nepeese turned and caught him before he could turn his gaze. There was nothing to hide in her own eyes. Like her face, they were alight with a new hope and a new gladness.
Nepeese did not wait for him to gather speech. "I am not going!" she repeated with even greater finality, and bent again over Baree. With a shrug of his shoulders Pierrot watched her. After all, was he not glad? Would his heart not have turned sick if she had been happy at the thought of leaving him? He moved to her side and with great gentleness laid a hand on her glossy head.
Nepeese ran with him until her arm ached. Then she stopped and put him down on his feet, holding to the end of the caribou-skin thong that was tied about his neck. She was prepared for any lunge he might make to escape. She expected that he would make an attempt, and for a few moments she watched him closely, while Baree, with his feet on earth once more, looked about him.
So it happened that on the second day after the fox hunter's visit Pierrot left for Lac Bain, with Nepeese in the door waving him good-bye until he was out of sight. On the morning of this same day Bush McTaggart rose from his bed while it was still dark. The time had come. He had hesitated at murder at the killing of Pierrot; and in his hesitation he had found a better way.
Beside the smoldering coals of his fire he sat with his back to a tree, smoking his black pipe and dreaming covetously of Nepeese, while Baree continued his night wandering. Baree no longer had the desire to hunt. He was too full. But he nosed in and out of the starlit spaces, enjoying immensely the stillness and the golden glow of the night.
There was no faltering in the trail Baree made; it was straight as a rope might have been drawn through the forest, and it brought him, early in the dusk, to the open spot where Nepeese had fled with him that day she had pushed McTaggart over the edge of the precipice into the pool.
Nepeese was out of breath when she reached the cabin. Baree, fastened to a table leg by a babiche thong, heard her pause for a moment at the door. Then she entered and came straight to him. During the half-hour of her absence Baree had scarcely moved. That half-hour, and the few minutes that had preceded it, had made tremendous impressions upon him.
Still later, when he got down on his knees and peered under the rock, his face turned white and he said: "Mon Dieu, if it had not been for that little hollow in the earth, Nepeese " He shuddered, and said no more. But Nepeese, happy in her salvation, made a movement with her hand and said, smiling at him: "I would have been like THAT." And she held her thumb and forefinger close together.
This pleased Pierrot more than ever. "He will make a great sledge dog," he chuckled. "It is best to leave him for a week with the pack, ma Nepeese." Reluctantly Nepeese gave her consent. While the dogs were still at their fish, they started homeward. Their canoe had slipped away before Baree discovered the trick they had played on him.
Swiftly Nepeese ran back over the trail, and almost into Pierrot's arms. She was panting and laughing when for a moment she stopped. "I have given him the answer, Nootawe! He is in the pool!" Into the balsams she disappeared like a bird. Pierrot made no effort to stop her or to follow. "Tonnerre de Dieu," he chuckled and cut straight across for the other trail.
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