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Updated: April 30, 2025
The stars wheeled in their endless march, the well-known ones of the forenight giving place to strangers of the after hours, and Ridgar had begun to move with the caution of the hunted, inch by inch, out from the shelter of the lodge, when he felt a hand steal from the darkness and touch him with infinite care. He lay still and presently a voice whispered, "M'sieu Ridgar? "Aye?" breathed Ridgar.
He bore on his left temple a pure white lock amid his black hair." "Bois DesCaut!" said Edmonton Ridgar; "he has been these two days gone in his canoe." "A traitorous trapper, M'sieu," said the factor, "one who has umbrage at me for a rebuke administered some time back and hopes by this sorry joke to win revenge. But what is done cannot be helped.
He was conscious of a sickening knowledge of Negansahima with his banded brown arms stretching into the evening light, of the tepees, of the river beyond, of the face of Edmonton Ridgar, and of all these etched distinctly in that effect of sun and shade which picks out each smallest detail sometimes of a rare evening in early summer.
She looked keenly at him, and stooping, picked up the knife. "Another turn to the wheel, M'sieu," said that intrepid venturer; "what next?" As if his thought had reached out among the shadows of the wood where stood the death tepee and touched its object, Edmonton Ridgar appeared among the lodges.
He lay on his side facing the fire, and twice he thought to speak to Ridgar with a question of this strangeness, and each time he was conscious of a vast surprise that the man did not answer. His lips, so long unused to sane direction, had made no sound in the roar of the night.
The footsteps of Ridgar and Maren were echoing down the rocky gap. It had been a promising escape, a neat plan well carried out, and there was but one thing lacking to its fulfilment, another step to pace the deserted lodge of captives.
Kept close to the factory by the bartering, McElroy and Ridgar and the two clerks hardly saw the blue spring sky, nor caught a breath of the scented air of the spring. Within the forest the Saskatoon was blooming and the blueberry bushes were tossing soft heads of foam, while many a tree of the big woods gave forth a breath of spice.
It filled the arching aisles of the shouldering forest, rolled down the breast of the river, and echoed in the cabins of the post, and with it there broke loose the leashed wildness of the Indians. There was one vast surging around the lodge where Ridgar knelt with the figure of the chief in his arms, another where a tumbling horde fought to get to the factor and De Courtenay.
Presently Edmonton Ridgar, chief trader of Fort de Seviere, came down the main way between the cabins, passing alone between the rows of the populace, and went forward to the lading to receive the guests.
De Courtenay stepped back, groped for Maren, took her head in his hands, and brought her ear up to his lips. "Rescue!" he breathed; "Ridgar and Dupre. We carry our friend of the fort here. Follow." He loosed her and bent to lift McElroy. With all her courage leaping at the turn, Maren quietly raised the flap and in a moment they were all outside among the sleeping camp.
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