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This brought them to the water's edge at a point a third of a mile or more below the teepees. Ambrose distinguished a bark canoe drawn up beneath the willows. In it lay the outfit she had provided. He put it in the water, and Job hopped into his accustomed place in the bow. "You love that dog ver' moch," Nesis murmured jealously. "He's all I've got," said Ambrose. Her hand swiftly sought his.
When they gained the trees they could fairly count themselves safe. Even if an alarm were raised now it would take time to find them in the dark. Nesis, still leading Ambrose, pattered ahead as if every twig in the bush was familiar to her. She did not strike down to the river until they had gone a good way around the side of the hill.
His attempt to create a rebellion among the half-breed farmers had already failed. "Nesis said that Strange cursed Ambrose Doane for spoiling his plans. She said he told Watusk he must burn the flour, and then the Indians would surely make trouble. They talked about how to do it.
The sight of everything he had been provided with brought the thought of Nesis sharply home again, and sobered him. Here was everything a traveler might require, even including two extra pairs of moccasins, worked, he was sure, by herself. "How can I ever repay her?" he thought uncomfortably. Job was gyrating madly up and down the beach to express his joy at their deliverance.
"Tell me how I should go," said Ambrose hastily, fearing a demonstration. Nesis drew a long sigh. "I tell you," she said sadly. "They say it is four sleeps to the big falls. Two sleeps by quiet water. Many bad rapids after that. You mus' land by every rapid to look. They say the falls mak' no noise before they catch you. Ah! tak' care!" "I know rivers," said Ambrose.
She made a deprecating gesture. "I'll write it at once," he said. He carried the tray to the bed. Colina gave him the chair. "They let me have writing materials," Ambrose went on with a rueful smile. "I think they hope I may write out a confession some night." To Germain Grampierre he wrote a plain, brief account of Nesis, and made clear what a desperate need he had of finding her.
"I must get a long start before daylight." She buried her face on her knees. Her shoulders shook. "Nesis!" he whispered appealingly. She lifted her head and flung a hand across her eyes. "No good cry," she murmured. "Come on!" Nesis led the way out through the hole they had dug. Job followed Ambrose. Outside, for greater safety, he took the dog in his arms.
The two girls faced each other, Nesis panting and trembling. The same look of bitter curiosity was in each pair of eyes. Each acknowledged the other's beauty with a jealous twinge. But in the red girl's sad eyes there was no hope of rivalry. She soon cast down her lids. Colina thought her eyes the saddest she had ever seen in a human face.
On the fourth night as we were trying to push on in the hope of losing them in the dark, the horse that Nesis was riding fell down and died in his tracks. After that we took turns walking. "Next day they easily found us again. It was very cold, and we could scarcely keep going. In the afternoon we came to the edge of the bench of the Spirit River. It was a long way down to the bank.
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