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"It was the father, and I killed him, M'seur killed him slowly, telling him of what he had done as I choked the life from him; and then, a little at a time, I let the life back into him, forcing him to tell me where I would find his son, the slayer of Meleese's father.
"I've got one of my own to love, M'seur; and I wouldn't trade her for all else in the world." "Damned if I can understand you," swore the engineer. "You appear to be half human; you say you're in love, and yet you'd rather risk your life than help out Meleese and me. What the deuce does it mean?" "That's what I'm doing, M'seur helping Meleese.
"We will save a day by doing this," explained Croisset at the other's sharp word of inquiry. "We will hit the other trail twenty miles west of here, while by following back to where they turned we would travel sixty miles to reach the same point. That one chance in a hundred which you have depends on this, M'seur. If the other sledge has passed "
"Tell me tell me " he heard Dixon pant eagerly, "did she send you to hunt for me, Thoreau?" Something in the Englishman's voice drew his eyes to him. There was an excited flush in his starved cheeks; his eyes shone. "Did she send you?" Jan struggled hard to speak calmly. "Not in words, M'seur Dixon. But I know that if I get you safely back to Lac Bain she will be very happy."
It was then when she knew what had happened that Meleese came to me whom she had made the happiest man in the world because it was she who brought my Mariane over from Churchill on a visit especially that I might see her and fall in love with her, M'seur which I did.
"This ridge shuts in the plain, M'seur, and just over the top of it is an old cabin which has been abandoned for many years. There is not one chance in a thousand of there being any one there, though it is a good fox ridge at this season. From it you may see the light in Meleese's window at night."
I didn't mean what I said. I would kill for her, too, Jean. I said that to find out what you would do " Slowly Croisset relaxed, a faint smile curling his thin lips. "If it was a joke, M'seur, it was a bad one." "It wasn't a joke," cried Howland. "It was a serious effort to make you tell me something about Meleese.
Perhaps you'll go mad some day, Jean, and dream about pretty girls, and railroads, and forests, and snows and then I'll be your keeper. Have a cigar? I've got just two left." "Mon Dieu!" gasped Jean. "Yes, I will smoke, M'seur. Is that moose steak good?" "Fine. I haven't eaten a mouthful since years ago, when I dreamed that I sat on a case of dynamite just about to blow up.
He was glad when Croisset appeared out of the gloom. "It is as I thought, M'seur. There is death down here. Come with me!" The shadow of the big building shrouded them as they approached. Howland could make out that it was built of massive logs and that there seemed to be neither door nor window on their side.
"Then I will tell you what she did, M'seur," he continued in a low voice. "The plan of the brothers was to make you a prisoner near Prince Albert and bring you north. I knew what was to happen then. It was to be a beautiful vengeance, M'seur a slow torturing death on the spot where the crime was committed sixteen years ago. But Meleese knew nothing of this.
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