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Updated: June 10, 2025
He was tired when he returned to the hotel and it was rather with a sense of disappointment than pleasure that he learned the work-train was to leave for Le Pas late that night instead of the next day. After a quiet hour's rest in his room, however, his old enthusiasm returned to him. He found himself feverishly anxious to reach Le Pas and the big camp on the Wekusko.
He had allowed himself to be used as nothing more than a pawn in a strange and mysterious game. It was not through his efforts alone that he had been saved in the fight on the Saskatchewan trail. Blindly he had walked into the trap at the coyote. Still more blindly he had allowed himself to be led into the ambush at the Wekusko camp.
Because of her love for him Meleese had kidnapped him from his post of duty, had sent him a prisoner to this death-house in the wilderness. Love had exculpated her. That same love would exculpate him. He would make her a prisoner, and Jean should drive them back to the Wekusko. Meleese herself had set the pace and he would follow it.
They had not left Le Pas more than two hours behind when the sledge stopped again and Philip saw a few scattered lights a short distance away. "Must be Wekusko," he thought. "Hello, what's that?" A voice came sharply from the opposite side of the box. "Is that you, Fingy?" it demanded. "What the devil have you got there?" "Your maps and things, sir," replied Fingy hoarsely.
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