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"Hm!" returns Phipps, "how many beaver-skins are there in store?" M. Radisson looked at the governor. "You must ask my tradespeople that," he answers; and he stood aside for them all to pass. "Your English mind thinks only of the gain," he said to me. "And your French mind?" I asked. "The game and not the winnings," said he.
In it were Captain Gillam, Radisson's personal enemy, John Bridgar, the new governor of the Hudson's Bay Company for Nelson River, and six sailors. All were heavily armed, yet Radisson stood alone to receive them, with his three companions posted on the outskirts of the woods as if in command of ambushed forces.
Once through that window, with the strength to travel, and the Law might seek him for a hundred years without profit to itself. It was not bravado in his blood that stirred these thoughts. It was not panic or an unsound excitement. He was measuring things even as he visioned them. He would go down-river way, toward the Arctic. And he would find Marette Radisson!
Ten years passed, and then, one day, in the deep of Winter, we came on a cabin home that had been stricken with the plague the smallpox. It was the home of Pierre Radisson and his wife Andrea. Both were dead. But there was a little child still living, almost a babe in arms. We took her, Donald and I. The child was Marette." McTrigger had spoken almost in a monotone.
At the very same time that these royal orders sent Radisson to restore the forts, a privateering frigate was dispatched from France to Quebec with equally secret orders to attack and sink English vessels on the Bay. The 'Adventurers of England, too, were involved in a game of international duplicity.
At Green Bay he hears of the Sautaux in war with Crees. His description of buffalo hunts among the Sioux tallies exactly with the Pembina hunts of a later day. Oldmixon says that it was from Crees and Assiniboines visiting at Green Bay that Radisson learned of a way overland to the great game country of Hudson Bay.
France refuses to restore the Confiscated Furs and Radisson tries to redeem his Fortune Reëngaged by England, he captures back Fort Nelson, but comes to Want in his Old Age his Character Radisson was now near his fiftieth year. He had spent his entire life exploring the wilds.
A cry came from his lips, but he did not hear it was unconscious that he had made a sound. His body shook with a sudden tremor. He could not disbelieve, for the evidence was there. From behind, as he had sat in his chair Marette Radisson had struck the Inspector of Police with some blunt object. The blow had stunned him. And after that He drew a hand across his eyes, as if to clear his vision.
Six days back Radisson had died after a mouth's struggle with that terrible thing they called "le mort rouge," or the Red Death. Since then Philip had pointed his canoe straight UP the Dubawnt waterways, and was a hundred and twenty miles nearer to civilization. He had been through these waterways twice before, and he knew that there was not a white man within a hundred and fifty miles of him.
"We have no Indians, we are all French," answered Iberville quietly, and sent the messenger away. At that moment Perrot touched his arm, and pointed to a man whose shoulder was being bandaged. It was Radisson, who had caught Iberville's sword when the abbe diverted it. "By the mass," said Iberville; "the gift of the saints!" He pricked Radisson with the point of his sword.
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