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Updated: June 24, 2025
'Ain't plenty of people made get-aways? All they need is a dog-team and a few hours' start of the Police." "Everyt'ing's all fix'," 'Poleon told his sister. "I had talk wit' Pierce. He ain't comin' back here no more." "Not coming back?" the girl exclaimed. Doret met her startled gaze. "Not in dis kin' of place. He's cut 'em out for good. I mak' him promise."
An up-river steamboat was just landing as he neared the trading-post a freighter, as he noted by her lights. In the glare at the river-bank he saw Poleon and the trader, who had evidently returned from Lee's Creek, and without accosting them he hurried on to the store. Peering in from the darkness, he saw Alluna; no doubt Necia was alone in the house behind.
"Necia gone?" the Canadian jerked out. "Wat you mean by dat? Were she's gone to?" "I don't know nobody knows. God! I'm shaking like a leaf." "Bah! She's feel purty bad! She's go out by herse'f. Dat's all right." "I tell you something has happened to her; there's hell to pay. I found her clothes at the house torn to ribbons and all muddy and wet." Poleon cried out at this.
Outside, curiosity had done its work and the human tide was setting back into the wrecked saloon. When 'Poleon rose with the body in his arms he was surrounded by a clamorous crowd. Through it he bore the limp figure to the cloth-covered card-table, and there, among the scattered emblems of Sam Kirby's calling, 'Poleon deposited his burden.
'Poleon made no attempt to hurry his tired team; for several miles he plodded along behind them, guiding them to right or left by a low-spoken word. Years before, he had rocked on the bars of this stream; therefore its landmarks were familiar to him, and in spite of the darkness he readily identified them.
'Poleon continued to work with what speed he could, and in a surprisingly short time he had built a snug wickiup and filled it with boughs. This done, he unhitched and fed both teams, spread Rock's sleeping-bag under the shelter, and set a pail of snow to melt.
'Gone to look for another man, I said, with a gay look, for I saw that he was troubled. 'Come, said he at once. As we went, he saw my dogs. He stopped short and shook a little, and tears came into his eyes. 'What is it, Babiche? said I. He looked back towards the south. 'My dogs Brandy-wine, Come-along, 'Poleon, and the rest died one night all of an hour.
The walk was a silent one, for Rouletta was in a state bordering upon collapse; gradually she regained control of herself and stumbled along beside him. "They're three to one," she said, finally. "Oh, 'Poleon! They'll swear it on him. The Police are strict; they'll give him five years. I heard the colonel say so." "Dere's been good deal of short-weighin', but " Doret shook his head.
'Poleon Doret had been swept aside, then borne backward ahead of that stampede, and at length found himself wedged into a corner. He heard the victor repeating: "You saw him. Tried to kill me!" The speaker turned a blanched face and glaring eyes upon those witnesses who still remained. "He's Sam Kirby. I had to get him or he'd have got me."
'Poleon saw now that the girl was indeed not herself; there was a childish, vacuous expression upon her face; she appeared to be dazed and to comprehend little of what the man was saying. This was proved by her blank acceptance of his next insinuating words: "Say, it's lucky I stumbled on to you. I been up all night and so have you. S'pose we get better acquainted. What?"
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