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"Exectly, m'sieu. 11 don't think Is
would throw you into the river -un
less 2 told him to. And don't belie
ani goin to to ask to do that,'
elte aided.; the soft glow flashing !.01
into her eyes for an instant. "Not
r the splendid work NepaPinas
done on your ad. St. Pae raps
see that. And then, if Si. Pierre wish
es to finish you, why-" She shrug-
ged her slini shoulders and made a
little gesture with her hands.
In that same moment these came
over her a change as sudden as the
passing of light itself. It was as if
a thing she was hiding had broken
beyond her control for an instant and
had betrayed her. The gesture died.
The glow went out of her eyes, and
in its place came a light that was al-
most fear -or pain. She came nearer
to Carrigan again, and somehow, look-
ing up at her, be thought of the lit-
tle brush warbler singing at the end
of its birch twig to give him courage.
It must have been because of her
throat, white and soft, which he saw
pulsing like a beating heart before
she spoke to him.
"I have made a terrible mistake,
m'eieu David," she said, her voice
barely rising above a whisper. "I'm
sorry I hurt you. I thought it was
some one else behind the rock. But
can not tell you more than that -
ever. And I know it is impossible for
us to be friends!' She paused, one of
her hands creeping to her bare throat
as if to cover the throbbing he had
seen there.
"Why is it impossible?" he demand -
d leaning away from his pillows so
that he might bring himself nearer to
her.
"Because -you
'sieu."
"The police, yes," he said, his heart
thrumming inside his ,breast. "I am
ergeant Carrigan. I am out after
Roger Audemard, a murderer. But my
commission has nothing to do with
he daughter of St. Pierre Boulain.
lease -let's be friends
He held out his hand; and in that
moment David Carrigan placed an-
ther thing higher than duty -and in
is eyes was the confession of it, like
he glow of a subdued fire. The girl's
fingers drew more closely at her
hroat, and she made no movement
o accept his hand.
"Friends," he repeated. "Friends -
n of the police."
Slowly the girl's eyes had widened,
s if she saw that new-born thing
iding over all other things in his
wiftly beating heart. And afraid of
t, she drew a step away from him.
"I am not St. Pierre Boulain's
aughter," she said, forcing the words
ut one by one. "I am -his wife."
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are of the police,
VII
Afterward Carrigan wondered to
That depths he had fallen in the first
oments of his disillusionment. Some-
ing like shock, perhaps even more
an that, must have betrayed itself
o his face. He did not ,speak. Slowly
is outstretched arrn dropped to the
white counterpane. Later he called
himself a fool for allowing it to hap -
en, for it was as if he had measur-
d his proffered friendship by what
s future might hold for him. In a
, quiet voice Jeanne Marie -Anne
Boulain was saying again that she
as St. Pierre's wife. She was not
xcited, yet he understood now why
was he had thought her eyes were
ery dark. They had changed swiftly.
he violet freckles in them were like
flecks of gold. They were almost liq-
id in their glow, neither brown nor
lack now, and with that threat of
athering lightning in them. For the
rst time he saw the slightest flush
f color in her cheeks. It deepened ev-
n as he held out his hand again. He
new that it was not embarrassment.
t was the heat of the fire •back of
er eyes.
"It's funny," he said, making an
ffort to redeem himself with a lie
nd smiling. "You rather amaze me.
ou see, I have been told this St.
Pierre is an old, old man -so old that
e can't stand on his feet or go with
is brigades, and if that is the truth,
is hard for me to picture you as
is wife. But that isn't a reason why
e should not be friends. Is it?"
He felt that he was himself again,
xcept for the three days' growth of
eard on his face. He tried to laugh,
ut it was rather a poor attempt. And
t. Pierre's wife did not seem to hear
im. She was looking at him, looking
to and through him with those wide -
pen glowing eyes. Then she sat down
ut of reach of the hand which he
ad held toward her.
"You are a sergeant of the police,"
he said, the softness gone suddenly
ut of her voice. "You are an honor-
ble man, m'sieu. Your hand is a-
ain,st all wrong. Is it not so?" It
as the voice of an inquisitor. She
as demanding an answer of him.
He nodded. "Yes, it is so."
The fire in her eyes deepened. And
et you say you want to be the ffiend
f a stranger Who has tried to kill
ou. Why, m'sieu.?"
He was cornered. He sensed the
humiliation of it, the impossibility of
onfessing to her the wild impulse
at had moved him before he knew
he was St. Pierre's wife. And she
id not wait for him to answer.
"This this Roger Audemard-if
ou catch him -what will you do with
im?" she asked.
"He will be hanged," said David.
He is a murderer."
"And one who tries to kill -who
almost succeeds -what is the penalty
or that?" She leaned toward him
aiting, Her hands Were 6100130a
htly in her lap, the npots were
fin eater In her ebeako.
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"If so, you do not know thwart," she
interrupted him. "You say Roger
Audemard is a murderer. You know 1
tried to kill you. Then why is it you
would be tiny friend and Roger Ande-
r:J=4's enemy? Why, &Wets?"
Ceezigan shrugged his shoulders
hopelesoly. "I shouldn't," he confess-
ed. "II guess you are preying I was
wrong in what I said. I ought to ar-
rest you and take you back to the
Landing hs soon as I can. But, you
see, it strikes me 'there is a big per-
sonal element in this. I was the man
almost killed. There was a mistake,
-must have been, for as soon as you
put me out of business you began
nursing me back to life again. And -
"But that doesn't change it," in-
sisted St. Pierre's wife. "If there had
been no mistake, there would have
been a murder. Do you understand,
m'sieu? If it had been some one else
behind that rock, I am quite certain
he would have died. The law, at least,
would have called it murder If Rog-
er Audemard is a criminal, then I al-
so am a criminal. And an honorable
man would not make a distinction
because one of them is a woman!"
"But -Black Roger was a fiend. He
deserves no mercy. He
Perhaps, m'sieu!"
She was on her feet, her eyes flam-
ing down upon him. In that mom-
ent her beauty was like the beauty
of Carmin Fanchet. The poise of her
slender body, her glowing cheeks, her
lustrous hair, her gold-fleckled eyes
with the light of diamonds in them,
held him speechless.
"I was sorry and went 'back for
you," she said. "I wanted you to live
after I saw you like that on the
sand. Bateese says I was indiscreet,
that I should have left you there to
die. Perhaps he is right. And yet
-even Roger Audemard might have
had that pity for you."
She turned quickly, and he heard
her moving away from him. Then,
from the door, she said.
"Bateese will make you
able, m'sieu."
The door opened and closed. She
was gone. And he was alone in the
cabin again.
The swiftness of the change in her
amazed him. It was as if he had sud-
denly touched fire to an explosive.
There had been the flare, but no viol-
ence. She had not raised her voice,
yet he heard in it the tremble of an
emotion that,cwas consuming her. He
had seen the ill -Mt of it in her face
and eyes. Something he had said or
had done, had tremendously Upset
her, changing in an instant her at-
titude toward him. 'The thought that
came to him made his face burn un-
der its scrub of beard. Did she think
he was a scoundrel? The dropping
of his hand, the shock that must have
betrayed itself in his face when she
said she was St. Pierre's wife - had
those things warned her against him.
The heat went slowly out of his face.
It was impossible. She could not think
that of him. It must have been a
sudden giving way under terrific
strain. She had compared herself to
Roger Audemard, and she was be-
ginning to realize her peril - that
Bateese was right -that she should
have left him to die in the sand!
The thought pressed itself heavily
upon Carrigan. It brought him sud-
denly beck to a realization of how
small a part he had played in this last
half hour in the catin. He had of-
fered to Pierre's wife a friendship
which he had no right to offer and
which she knew he had no right to
offer. He was the Law. And she, like
Roger Audemard, was a criminal. Her
quick woman's instinct had told her
there could be no distinction between
them, unless there was a reason. And
now Carrigan confessed to himself
that there had been a reason. That
reason had some to him with the first
glimpse of her as he lay in the hot
sand. He had fought against it in
the canoe; it had mastered him in
those thrilling moments when he had
beheld this slim, beautiful creature
riding fearlessly into the boiling wa-
ters of the Holy Ghost. Her eyes, her
hair, the sweet, low :voice that had
been with him in his feeer, had be-
come a definite an unalterable part
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of him. And this n ust have shown
in his eyes and fac when he dropped
his hand -'when she told him she was
St. Pierre's wife.
And now she was afraid of him!
She was regretting that she had not
left him to die. She had misunder-
stood what she had seen betraying
itself during those few seconds of his
proffered friendship. She saw only a
man whom she had nearly killed, a
man who represented the Law, a man
whose power held her in the hollow
of his hand. And she had stepped back
from him, startled and had told him
that she was not St. Pierre's daugh-
ter, but his wife!
In the science of criminal analysis
Carrigan always placed himself in
the position of the other man. And
he was beginning to see the present
situation from the view -point of Jean-
ne Marie -Anne Boulain. He was sat-
isfied that she had made a desperate
mistake and that until the last mom-
ent she had believed it was another
man behind the rock. Yet she had
shown rio inclination to explain away
her error. She had definitely refused
to make an explanation. And it was
simply a matter of common sense to
concede that there must be a power-
ful motive for her refusal. There was
but one conclusion for him to arrive
at -the error which St. Pierre's wife
had made in shooting the wrong man
was less important to her than keep-
ing the secret of why she had want-
ed to kill some other VIM
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aide Ogreigan .and proceeded ten Lek:
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t.Pierre's wifss had Promised "him.
With it wales bread and !an earthen poe
a`hShet tee: that ees, ,411 you halve bee
cause a 30 gwar. laateese Day, 'SW?'
heem wit' much so that he die gueelsr.
"You want to see me deed- bthnt
it, Ird, tease?"
"Ood. You inek, wan vele .goo4
dead man, nesieur Bateese was no
longer arlinninff. }La stood hack and
pointed at the food. "You est --
week. An' when you have filaidsh" JE
tell you emmet'ingi"
Now that he saw the luscious bit
of. whitefish 'before him, Carrigan was -
possessed of the hungering emptiness
of three days and nights. As he ate,
he observed that Bateese was per-
forming curious duties. He straight-
ened a couple of rugs, ran fresh wa-
ter into the flower vases, picked up
half a dozen &tattered magazines, and
then, to David's increasing interest,
produced a dust -cloth from some-
where and began to dust. David fin-
ished his fish, the one slice of bread,
and his cup of tea. He felt tremend-
ously good. The hot tea was like a
trickle of new life through every vein
in his body, and he had the desire to
get up and try out his leg. Sudden-
ly Bateese discovered that his patient
was laughing at him.
"Que diable!" he demanded, coming
up ferociously with the cloth in his
great hand. "You see somet'ing ver'
fonny, m'sieu?"
"No, nothing funny, Battese," grin-
ned Carrigan. "I was just thinking
what a handsome chambermaid you
make. You are so gentle, so nice to
look at, so-"
"Diable!" exploded Bateese, drop-
ping his dust cloth and bringing his
huge hands down upon the table with
a smash that almost wrecked the dish-
es. "You have eat, an' now you lis -
sen. You have never hear' before of
Concombre Bateese. An' zat ees me.
See! Wit' these two hands I have
choke' ze .polar bear to deat'. I am
strongest man w'at ees in all nort'
countree. I pack four hundre' pound
ovair portage. I crack ze caribou
bones wit' my teeth, lak a dog. I
run sixt' or. hundre' miles wit'out
stop for rest. I pull down trees w'at
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lige -on that, Onarip111" •
And
bee , theythief of Dinisicat
with sixty rem), ;Of experieme be-
hind .hires bad beltO4ed that; Camila
Fanchet had sot been held as an co-
coraplice in her • beper's evildoing,
but had gone %Alt Into her wilder-
ness unerucificed iby the law that had
demanded the life • of her brother. He
would never forget the least time he
had wen Caarratila. -,7anchet's eyes-,
area& black zionlotta pools a awatis
tude as they look,at grizzled, old
ItieVane; blazing fires of venomous
hatredwhen they turned on him. And
he had said to TAleVane,
"The man pays, the woman goes--
keitice indeed is blind!"
eficVane, not being a stickler on
regulations when it came to Carrigan
had made no answers
The incident came back vividly to
David as he waited for the Formalized
coming of Bateese. He began to ap-
preciate IiieVane's point of view, and
it was comforting, because he realiz-
ed that his own logic was assailable.
If McVane had •been comparing ;the
two women now, he knew wonc bis
argument would be. There had been
no absolute proof of crime against
Carmin Fanchet, unless to fight des-
perately for the life of her brother
was a crime. In the case of Jeanne
Marie -Anne Boulain there was proof.
She had tried to kill. Therefore, of
the two, Carmin Fanchet would have
been the better woman in the eyes of
McVane.
In spite of the legal force of the
argument which he was bringing a-
gainst himself, David felt unconvinc-
ed. Carmin Fanchet, had she been
ini the plaice of St. Pierre's wife,
would have finished him there in the
sand. She would have realized the
menace of letting him live and would
probably have commanded Bateese to
dump him in the river. St. Pierre's
wife had gone to the other extreme
She was not only repentant, but was
making restitution for her mistake
and in making that restitution had
crossed far beyond the dead -line of
caution. She had frankly told him
who she was; she had 'brought him
into the privacy of what was unden-
iably her own home; in her desire to
undo what she had done she had
hopelessly enmeshed herself in the net
of the Law -if that Law saw fit to
act. She had done these things with
courage and conviction. And of such
a woman, Carrigan thought, St. Pier-
re must be very proud.
He looked slowly about the cabin
again and each thing that he saw
was a living voice breaking up a
dream for him. These voices told
him that he was in a temple built be-
cause of a man's worship for a wo-
man -and that man was St. Pierre.
Through the two western windows
came the last glow of the western
sun, like a golden benediction finding
ns way into a sacred place. Here
there was -or had been -a great hap-
piness, for only a great pride and a
great •happiness could have made it
as it was. Nothing that wealth and
toil could drag up out efe_ a civiliza-
tion a thousand miles away had been
too good for St. Pierre's wife. And
about him, looking more closely, Dav-
id saw the undisturbed evidences of
a woman's contentment. On the
table were embroidery materials with
which she had been working, and a
amp shade half finished. A wom-
an's magazine printed in a city feu:
thousand miles away lay open at the
fashion plates .There were other
magazines, and many books, and op-
en music above the white keyboard
of the piano, and vases glowing red
and yellow with wild -flowers and sil-
ver birch leaves. He could smell the
faint perfume of the fireglow blos-
soms, red as blood. In a pool of sun-
light on one of the big white bear
rugs lay the sleeping cat. And then,
at the far end of the cabin, an ivory -
white Cross of Christ glowed for a
few moments in a last homage of the
sinking sun.
Uneasiness stole upon him This
was the woman's holy ground, her
sanctuary and her home), and, foe
three days his presence had driven
her from it. There was no other room.
In making restitution she had given
up to him her most sacred of all
things. And again there rose up in
him that new-born thing which had
set strange fires stirring in his heart
and which from this hour on he knew
he must fight until it was dead.
For an hour after the last of the
sun was obliterated by the western
mountains he lay in the gloom of
coming dankness. Only the lapping
of water under the bateau broke the
strange stillness of the evening. He
heard no sound of life, no voice, no
tread of feet and he wondered where
the woman and her meta had gone and
if the scow was still tied up at the
edge of the tarsands. And for the
first time he asked himself another
question. Where was the man, St.
Pierre?"
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It was utterlydarkin the cabin,
when the stillness was broken by low
voices. The door opened, and some
one came in. A moment later a match
flared up, and in the shifting glow
of it Carrigan saw the dark face of
Bateese, the half-breed. One after
another he lighted the four lamps. Not
until he had finished did he turn to-
ward the bed. It was then that Dav-
id had his first good impression of
the man. He was not tall, but built
with the strength of a giant. His
arms were long. His shoulders were
stooped. His head was like the head
of a stone gargoyle come to life.
Wide-eyed, heavy -lipped, with the
high -cheek bones of an Indian and
uncut black hair bound with the knot-
ted red mouchoir, he looked more than
ever like a pirate and a cutthroat to
David. Such a man, he, thought,
might make play out of the business
of murder'. And yet; in srpite of his
ugliness, David felt agaivi the mys-
terious inclination !..ck,like the man.
teese. grinned. It tonw a huge
grin, for .his 'month was big. "You
ver' lucky ,.fellow," he announced.
"You illeet5 kik that in Wen Sof bed
an'feeTancvtlt ofluantasri; •allatkeses
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Wan' hesgrnziatak& INat=e0 van, k4Tie
2e stone 20'22'114m' neck ane zante
ace= wan ange do Eaker. Mundt ham
S.tisk,"sessaete. SeseeeekY
oder man cut wit' axe. I am not 'fraid
of not'ing. You lissen? You hear
w'at I say?"
"I hear you."
"Bien! Then I tell you w'at Con-
combre Bateese ees goin' to do wit'
you, M'sieu Sergent de Police! Ma
belle Jeanne she mak' wan gran'
meestake. She too much leetle bird
heart, too much pity for want you to
die. Bateese say, Keel him, so no
wan know w'at happen t'ree day ago
behin' ze rock.' But ma belle Jeanne,
she say, 'No, Bateese, he ees mees-
take for oder man, an' we miss' let
heem live.' An' then she tell me ts
come an' bring you feesh, an' tell you
w'at is goin' happen if you try go
away from thees bateau. You coin-
pren'? If you try run away, Bateese,
ees goin' keel you! See -wit' thee3
han's I br'ak your neck an' t'row you
in river. Ma belle Jeanne say do zat
an' she tell oder mans-twent', thirt',
almos' hundre' garcons -to keel you
if you try run away. She tell me
bring zat word to you wit' ze feesh.
You listen hard w'at I say?"
If ever a worker of iniquitey lived
on earth, Carrigan might have judg-
ed Bateese as that man in these mom-
ents. The half -'breed had worked him-
self up to a ferocious pitch. His eyes
rolled. His wide mouth snarled in the
virulence of its speech. His thick neck
grew corded, and his huge hands
clenched menacingly upon the table.
Yet David had no fear. He svanten
to laugh, but he knew laughter would
he the deadliest of insults to Bateese
just now. He remembered that the
half-breed, fierce as a pirate, had a
touch as gentle as a woman's. This
man, who could choke an ox with his
monstrous hands, had a moment be-
fore petted a cat, straightened out
rugs, watered the woman's flowers,
and had dusted. He was harmless -
now. And yet in the same breath
David sensed the fact that a single
word from St. Pierre's wife fould be
sufficient to fire his bruite strength
into a blazing volcano of action. Such
a henchman was priceless ---under
certain conditions! And he had
brought a warning straight from the
woman.
"I think I understand what you
mean, Bateese," he said. "She says
that I am to make no effort to leave
this bateau -that I am to be killed if
I try to escape? Are you sure she
said that?"
"Par les mille cornes du liable, you
t'ink Bateese lie, m'sieu? Concombre
Bateese, who choke ze w'ite bear wit-
ness hees two han', who pull down ze
tree----"
"No, no, I don't think you lie. But
I am wondering why she didn't tell
me that when she was here."
"Becaus' she have too much lettle
bird heart, zat ees w'y. She say:-
‘Bateese, you tell heem he mus' wait
for St. Pierre. An' you tell heem
good an' hard, lak you choke ze
w'ite bear an' lak you pull down ze
tree, so he mak' no meestake an' try
get away.' An' she tell zat before
all ye bateliers-all ze St. Pierre
mans gathered 'bout a beeg fire -an'
they shout up lak wan garcon that
they watch an' keel you if you try
get away."
Carrigan reached out a hand. "Let's
shake, Bateese. I'll give you my
word that I won't try to escape -not
until you and I have a good stand-
up fight with the earth under our
feet, and I've whipped you. It is a
go?"
Bateese stared for a moment, and
then his face broke into a wide grin.
"You lak ze fight, m'sieu?"
"Yes. I love a scrap with a good
man like you."
One of Bateese's huge hands crawl-
ed slowly over the table and engulf-
ed David's. Joy Acme on face.
"An' you promise give mo 2 t fight
w'en you are strong?"
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"You are brave garcon," cried the
delighted .Bateese. "Up an' dc?vvn ze
rivers ees no man w'at can whip Con-
combre Bateese!' Suddenly his face
grew clouded. "But ze head, m'sieu,
he added anxiously.
"It will get well quickly if you will
help me, Bateese. Right now I want
to get up. I want to stretch`neS; legs.
Was my head bad?"
"Non. Ze bullet scrape ze hair off
-so-so-an' turn ze brain seek. I
t'ink you be good fighting man in
week!"
"And you will help me up?"
Bateese was a changed man. Again
David felt that mighty but gentle
strength of his arms as he helped him
to his feet. He was a trifle unsteady
for a moment. Then, with the half-
breed close at his side, ready to catch
him if his legs gave way, he walked
to one of the windows and looked out.
Across the river, fully half a mile
away, he saw the glow of fires.
"Her camp?" he asked.
"Oui m'sieu."
"We have moved
"Yes, two days -
"Why are they
here with us?"
Bateese gave a disgusted grunt.
Becaus' ma belle Jeanne have such
leetle bird heart, m'sieu. She say you
mus' not have noise near, lak ze talk
an' laugh an' ze chansons. She say it
disturb, an' zat it mak you worse wit'
ze fever. She ees mak you lake de
baby, Bateese say to her. But she
orey laugh at zat an' snap her leetle
w'ite finger. Wait St. Pierre come !
He brak yo'r head wit' hees two fists.
I hope we have ze fight before then,
m'sieu!"
from the tar -
down ze river."
not camping over
(Continued next week)
DO NOT NEGLECT
YOUR LITTLE ONES
At no time of life is delay or neg-
ect more serious than at childhood.
The ills of little ones come quickly
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• (Continued fro si last week)
"Exectly, m'sieu. 11 don't think Is
would throw you into the river -un
less 2 told him to. And don't belie
ani goin to to ask to do that,'
elte aided.; the soft glow flashing !.01
into her eyes for an instant. "Not
r the splendid work NepaPinas
done on your ad. St. Pae raps
see that. And then, if Si. Pierre wish
es to finish you, why-" She shrug-
ged her slini shoulders and made a
little gesture with her hands.
In that same moment these came
over her a change as sudden as the
passing of light itself. It was as if
a thing she was hiding had broken
beyond her control for an instant and
had betrayed her. The gesture died.
The glow went out of her eyes, and
in its place came a light that was al-
most fear -or pain. She came nearer
to Carrigan again, and somehow, look-
ing up at her, be thought of the lit-
tle brush warbler singing at the end
of its birch twig to give him courage.
It must have been because of her
throat, white and soft, which he saw
pulsing like a beating heart before
she spoke to him.
"I have made a terrible mistake,
m'eieu David," she said, her voice
barely rising above a whisper. "I'm
sorry I hurt you. I thought it was
some one else behind the rock. But
can not tell you more than that -
ever. And I know it is impossible for
us to be friends!' She paused, one of
her hands creeping to her bare throat
as if to cover the throbbing he had
seen there.
"Why is it impossible?" he demand -
d leaning away from his pillows so
that he might bring himself nearer to
her.
"Because -you
'sieu."
"The police, yes," he said, his heart
thrumming inside his ,breast. "I am
ergeant Carrigan. I am out after
Roger Audemard, a murderer. But my
commission has nothing to do with
he daughter of St. Pierre Boulain.
lease -let's be friends
He held out his hand; and in that
moment David Carrigan placed an-
ther thing higher than duty -and in
is eyes was the confession of it, like
he glow of a subdued fire. The girl's
fingers drew more closely at her
hroat, and she made no movement
o accept his hand.
"Friends," he repeated. "Friends -
n of the police."
Slowly the girl's eyes had widened,
s if she saw that new-born thing
iding over all other things in his
wiftly beating heart. And afraid of
t, she drew a step away from him.
"I am not St. Pierre Boulain's
aughter," she said, forcing the words
ut one by one. "I am -his wife."
61
are of the police,
VII
Afterward Carrigan wondered to
That depths he had fallen in the first
oments of his disillusionment. Some-
ing like shock, perhaps even more
an that, must have betrayed itself
o his face. He did not ,speak. Slowly
is outstretched arrn dropped to the
white counterpane. Later he called
himself a fool for allowing it to hap -
en, for it was as if he had measur-
d his proffered friendship by what
s future might hold for him. In a
, quiet voice Jeanne Marie -Anne
Boulain was saying again that she
as St. Pierre's wife. She was not
xcited, yet he understood now why
was he had thought her eyes were
ery dark. They had changed swiftly.
he violet freckles in them were like
flecks of gold. They were almost liq-
id in their glow, neither brown nor
lack now, and with that threat of
athering lightning in them. For the
rst time he saw the slightest flush
f color in her cheeks. It deepened ev-
n as he held out his hand again. He
new that it was not embarrassment.
t was the heat of the fire •back of
er eyes.
"It's funny," he said, making an
ffort to redeem himself with a lie
nd smiling. "You rather amaze me.
ou see, I have been told this St.
Pierre is an old, old man -so old that
e can't stand on his feet or go with
is brigades, and if that is the truth,
is hard for me to picture you as
is wife. But that isn't a reason why
e should not be friends. Is it?"
He felt that he was himself again,
xcept for the three days' growth of
eard on his face. He tried to laugh,
ut it was rather a poor attempt. And
t. Pierre's wife did not seem to hear
im. She was looking at him, looking
to and through him with those wide -
pen glowing eyes. Then she sat down
ut of reach of the hand which he
ad held toward her.
"You are a sergeant of the police,"
he said, the softness gone suddenly
ut of her voice. "You are an honor-
ble man, m'sieu. Your hand is a-
ain,st all wrong. Is it not so?" It
as the voice of an inquisitor. She
as demanding an answer of him.
He nodded. "Yes, it is so."
The fire in her eyes deepened. And
et you say you want to be the ffiend
f a stranger Who has tried to kill
ou. Why, m'sieu.?"
He was cornered. He sensed the
humiliation of it, the impossibility of
onfessing to her the wild impulse
at had moved him before he knew
he was St. Pierre's wife. And she
id not wait for him to answer.
"This this Roger Audemard-if
ou catch him -what will you do with
im?" she asked.
"He will be hanged," said David.
He is a murderer."
"And one who tries to kill -who
almost succeeds -what is the penalty
or that?" She leaned toward him
aiting, Her hands Were 6100130a
htly in her lap, the npots were
fin eater In her ebeako.
"From ten to twenty yews," he
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"If so, you do not know thwart," she
interrupted him. "You say Roger
Audemard is a murderer. You know 1
tried to kill you. Then why is it you
would be tiny friend and Roger Ande-
r:J=4's enemy? Why, &Wets?"
Ceezigan shrugged his shoulders
hopelesoly. "I shouldn't," he confess-
ed. "II guess you are preying I was
wrong in what I said. I ought to ar-
rest you and take you back to the
Landing hs soon as I can. But, you
see, it strikes me 'there is a big per-
sonal element in this. I was the man
almost killed. There was a mistake,
-must have been, for as soon as you
put me out of business you began
nursing me back to life again. And -
"But that doesn't change it," in-
sisted St. Pierre's wife. "If there had
been no mistake, there would have
been a murder. Do you understand,
m'sieu? If it had been some one else
behind that rock, I am quite certain
he would have died. The law, at least,
would have called it murder If Rog-
er Audemard is a criminal, then I al-
so am a criminal. And an honorable
man would not make a distinction
because one of them is a woman!"
"But -Black Roger was a fiend. He
deserves no mercy. He
Perhaps, m'sieu!"
She was on her feet, her eyes flam-
ing down upon him. In that mom-
ent her beauty was like the beauty
of Carmin Fanchet. The poise of her
slender body, her glowing cheeks, her
lustrous hair, her gold-fleckled eyes
with the light of diamonds in them,
held him speechless.
"I was sorry and went 'back for
you," she said. "I wanted you to live
after I saw you like that on the
sand. Bateese says I was indiscreet,
that I should have left you there to
die. Perhaps he is right. And yet
-even Roger Audemard might have
had that pity for you."
She turned quickly, and he heard
her moving away from him. Then,
from the door, she said.
"Bateese will make you
able, m'sieu."
The door opened and closed. She
was gone. And he was alone in the
cabin again.
The swiftness of the change in her
amazed him. It was as if he had sud-
denly touched fire to an explosive.
There had been the flare, but no viol-
ence. She had not raised her voice,
yet he heard in it the tremble of an
emotion that,cwas consuming her. He
had seen the ill -Mt of it in her face
and eyes. Something he had said or
had done, had tremendously Upset
her, changing in an instant her at-
titude toward him. 'The thought that
came to him made his face burn un-
der its scrub of beard. Did she think
he was a scoundrel? The dropping
of his hand, the shock that must have
betrayed itself in his face when she
said she was St. Pierre's wife - had
those things warned her against him.
The heat went slowly out of his face.
It was impossible. She could not think
that of him. It must have been a
sudden giving way under terrific
strain. She had compared herself to
Roger Audemard, and she was be-
ginning to realize her peril - that
Bateese was right -that she should
have left him to die in the sand!
The thought pressed itself heavily
upon Carrigan. It brought him sud-
denly beck to a realization of how
small a part he had played in this last
half hour in the catin. He had of-
fered to Pierre's wife a friendship
which he had no right to offer and
which she knew he had no right to
offer. He was the Law. And she, like
Roger Audemard, was a criminal. Her
quick woman's instinct had told her
there could be no distinction between
them, unless there was a reason. And
now Carrigan confessed to himself
that there had been a reason. That
reason had some to him with the first
glimpse of her as he lay in the hot
sand. He had fought against it in
the canoe; it had mastered him in
those thrilling moments when he had
beheld this slim, beautiful creature
riding fearlessly into the boiling wa-
ters of the Holy Ghost. Her eyes, her
hair, the sweet, low :voice that had
been with him in his feeer, had be-
come a definite an unalterable part
I
of him. And this n ust have shown
in his eyes and fac when he dropped
his hand -'when she told him she was
St. Pierre's wife.
And now she was afraid of him!
She was regretting that she had not
left him to die. She had misunder-
stood what she had seen betraying
itself during those few seconds of his
proffered friendship. She saw only a
man whom she had nearly killed, a
man who represented the Law, a man
whose power held her in the hollow
of his hand. And she had stepped back
from him, startled and had told him
that she was not St. Pierre's daugh-
ter, but his wife!
In the science of criminal analysis
Carrigan always placed himself in
the position of the other man. And
he was beginning to see the present
situation from the view -point of Jean-
ne Marie -Anne Boulain. He was sat-
isfied that she had made a desperate
mistake and that until the last mom-
ent she had believed it was another
man behind the rock. Yet she had
shown rio inclination to explain away
her error. She had definitely refused
to make an explanation. And it was
simply a matter of common sense to
concede that there must be a power-
ful motive for her refusal. There was
but one conclusion for him to arrive
at -the error which St. Pierre's wife
had made in shooting the wrong man
was less important to her than keep-
ing the secret of why she had want-
ed to kill some other VIM
David was not aneonScious of the
breach in his own anmer. Ile had
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f 44N" Division bslaVVOnlkOnall eiltZt
Lour yearn ago etiOn they, Ind
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1Eretuned _t door 'ant
blot1tOct tocqek- with hilo a wick* Ito;
kat. 14en drete Sep the, table .b?e
aide Ogreigan .and proceeded ten Lek:
-oat before him the boiled . fish Which
t.Pierre's wifss had Promised "him.
With it wales bread and !an earthen poe
a`hShet tee: that ees, ,411 you halve bee
cause a 30 gwar. laateese Day, 'SW?'
heem wit' much so that he die gueelsr.
"You want to see me deed- bthnt
it, Ird, tease?"
"Ood. You inek, wan vele .goo4
dead man, nesieur Bateese was no
longer arlinninff. }La stood hack and
pointed at the food. "You est --
week. An' when you have filaidsh" JE
tell you emmet'ingi"
Now that he saw the luscious bit
of. whitefish 'before him, Carrigan was -
possessed of the hungering emptiness
of three days and nights. As he ate,
he observed that Bateese was per-
forming curious duties. He straight-
ened a couple of rugs, ran fresh wa-
ter into the flower vases, picked up
half a dozen &tattered magazines, and
then, to David's increasing interest,
produced a dust -cloth from some-
where and began to dust. David fin-
ished his fish, the one slice of bread,
and his cup of tea. He felt tremend-
ously good. The hot tea was like a
trickle of new life through every vein
in his body, and he had the desire to
get up and try out his leg. Sudden-
ly Bateese discovered that his patient
was laughing at him.
"Que diable!" he demanded, coming
up ferociously with the cloth in his
great hand. "You see somet'ing ver'
fonny, m'sieu?"
"No, nothing funny, Battese," grin-
ned Carrigan. "I was just thinking
what a handsome chambermaid you
make. You are so gentle, so nice to
look at, so-"
"Diable!" exploded Bateese, drop-
ping his dust cloth and bringing his
huge hands down upon the table with
a smash that almost wrecked the dish-
es. "You have eat, an' now you lis -
sen. You have never hear' before of
Concombre Bateese. An' zat ees me.
See! Wit' these two hands I have
choke' ze .polar bear to deat'. I am
strongest man w'at ees in all nort'
countree. I pack four hundre' pound
ovair portage. I crack ze caribou
bones wit' my teeth, lak a dog. I
run sixt' or. hundre' miles wit'out
stop for rest. I pull down trees w'at
7
ltIeVZ,Zte had mita. • gamble nay
lige -on that, Onarip111" •
And
bee , theythief of Dinisicat
with sixty rem), ;Of experieme be-
hind .hires bad beltO4ed that; Camila
Fanchet had sot been held as an co-
coraplice in her • beper's evildoing,
but had gone %Alt Into her wilder-
ness unerucificed iby the law that had
demanded the life • of her brother. He
would never forget the least time he
had wen Caarratila. -,7anchet's eyes-,
area& black zionlotta pools a awatis
tude as they look,at grizzled, old
ItieVane; blazing fires of venomous
hatredwhen they turned on him. And
he had said to TAleVane,
"The man pays, the woman goes--
keitice indeed is blind!"
eficVane, not being a stickler on
regulations when it came to Carrigan
had made no answers
The incident came back vividly to
David as he waited for the Formalized
coming of Bateese. He began to ap-
preciate IiieVane's point of view, and
it was comforting, because he realiz-
ed that his own logic was assailable.
If McVane had •been comparing ;the
two women now, he knew wonc bis
argument would be. There had been
no absolute proof of crime against
Carmin Fanchet, unless to fight des-
perately for the life of her brother
was a crime. In the case of Jeanne
Marie -Anne Boulain there was proof.
She had tried to kill. Therefore, of
the two, Carmin Fanchet would have
been the better woman in the eyes of
McVane.
In spite of the legal force of the
argument which he was bringing a-
gainst himself, David felt unconvinc-
ed. Carmin Fanchet, had she been
ini the plaice of St. Pierre's wife,
would have finished him there in the
sand. She would have realized the
menace of letting him live and would
probably have commanded Bateese to
dump him in the river. St. Pierre's
wife had gone to the other extreme
She was not only repentant, but was
making restitution for her mistake
and in making that restitution had
crossed far beyond the dead -line of
caution. She had frankly told him
who she was; she had 'brought him
into the privacy of what was unden-
iably her own home; in her desire to
undo what she had done she had
hopelessly enmeshed herself in the net
of the Law -if that Law saw fit to
act. She had done these things with
courage and conviction. And of such
a woman, Carrigan thought, St. Pier-
re must be very proud.
He looked slowly about the cabin
again and each thing that he saw
was a living voice breaking up a
dream for him. These voices told
him that he was in a temple built be-
cause of a man's worship for a wo-
man -and that man was St. Pierre.
Through the two western windows
came the last glow of the western
sun, like a golden benediction finding
ns way into a sacred place. Here
there was -or had been -a great hap-
piness, for only a great pride and a
great •happiness could have made it
as it was. Nothing that wealth and
toil could drag up out efe_ a civiliza-
tion a thousand miles away had been
too good for St. Pierre's wife. And
about him, looking more closely, Dav-
id saw the undisturbed evidences of
a woman's contentment. On the
table were embroidery materials with
which she had been working, and a
amp shade half finished. A wom-
an's magazine printed in a city feu:
thousand miles away lay open at the
fashion plates .There were other
magazines, and many books, and op-
en music above the white keyboard
of the piano, and vases glowing red
and yellow with wild -flowers and sil-
ver birch leaves. He could smell the
faint perfume of the fireglow blos-
soms, red as blood. In a pool of sun-
light on one of the big white bear
rugs lay the sleeping cat. And then,
at the far end of the cabin, an ivory -
white Cross of Christ glowed for a
few moments in a last homage of the
sinking sun.
Uneasiness stole upon him This
was the woman's holy ground, her
sanctuary and her home), and, foe
three days his presence had driven
her from it. There was no other room.
In making restitution she had given
up to him her most sacred of all
things. And again there rose up in
him that new-born thing which had
set strange fires stirring in his heart
and which from this hour on he knew
he must fight until it was dead.
For an hour after the last of the
sun was obliterated by the western
mountains he lay in the gloom of
coming dankness. Only the lapping
of water under the bateau broke the
strange stillness of the evening. He
heard no sound of life, no voice, no
tread of feet and he wondered where
the woman and her meta had gone and
if the scow was still tied up at the
edge of the tarsands. And for the
first time he asked himself another
question. Where was the man, St.
Pierre?"
Vi
It was utterlydarkin the cabin,
when the stillness was broken by low
voices. The door opened, and some
one came in. A moment later a match
flared up, and in the shifting glow
of it Carrigan saw the dark face of
Bateese, the half-breed. One after
another he lighted the four lamps. Not
until he had finished did he turn to-
ward the bed. It was then that Dav-
id had his first good impression of
the man. He was not tall, but built
with the strength of a giant. His
arms were long. His shoulders were
stooped. His head was like the head
of a stone gargoyle come to life.
Wide-eyed, heavy -lipped, with the
high -cheek bones of an Indian and
uncut black hair bound with the knot-
ted red mouchoir, he looked more than
ever like a pirate and a cutthroat to
David. Such a man, he, thought,
might make play out of the business
of murder'. And yet; in srpite of his
ugliness, David felt agaivi the mys-
terious inclination !..ck,like the man.
teese. grinned. It tonw a huge
grin, for .his 'month was big. "You
ver' lucky ,.fellow," he announced.
"You illeet5 kik that in Wen Sof bed
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Wan' hesgrnziatak& INat=e0 van, k4Tie
2e stone 20'22'114m' neck ane zante
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S.tisk,"sessaete. SeseeeekY
oder man cut wit' axe. I am not 'fraid
of not'ing. You lissen? You hear
w'at I say?"
"I hear you."
"Bien! Then I tell you w'at Con-
combre Bateese ees goin' to do wit'
you, M'sieu Sergent de Police! Ma
belle Jeanne she mak' wan gran'
meestake. She too much leetle bird
heart, too much pity for want you to
die. Bateese say, Keel him, so no
wan know w'at happen t'ree day ago
behin' ze rock.' But ma belle Jeanne,
she say, 'No, Bateese, he ees mees-
take for oder man, an' we miss' let
heem live.' An' then she tell me ts
come an' bring you feesh, an' tell you
w'at is goin' happen if you try go
away from thees bateau. You coin-
pren'? If you try run away, Bateese,
ees goin' keel you! See -wit' thee3
han's I br'ak your neck an' t'row you
in river. Ma belle Jeanne say do zat
an' she tell oder mans-twent', thirt',
almos' hundre' garcons -to keel you
if you try run away. She tell me
bring zat word to you wit' ze feesh.
You listen hard w'at I say?"
If ever a worker of iniquitey lived
on earth, Carrigan might have judg-
ed Bateese as that man in these mom-
ents. The half -'breed had worked him-
self up to a ferocious pitch. His eyes
rolled. His wide mouth snarled in the
virulence of its speech. His thick neck
grew corded, and his huge hands
clenched menacingly upon the table.
Yet David had no fear. He svanten
to laugh, but he knew laughter would
he the deadliest of insults to Bateese
just now. He remembered that the
half-breed, fierce as a pirate, had a
touch as gentle as a woman's. This
man, who could choke an ox with his
monstrous hands, had a moment be-
fore petted a cat, straightened out
rugs, watered the woman's flowers,
and had dusted. He was harmless -
now. And yet in the same breath
David sensed the fact that a single
word from St. Pierre's wife fould be
sufficient to fire his bruite strength
into a blazing volcano of action. Such
a henchman was priceless ---under
certain conditions! And he had
brought a warning straight from the
woman.
"I think I understand what you
mean, Bateese," he said. "She says
that I am to make no effort to leave
this bateau -that I am to be killed if
I try to escape? Are you sure she
said that?"
"Par les mille cornes du liable, you
t'ink Bateese lie, m'sieu? Concombre
Bateese, who choke ze w'ite bear wit-
ness hees two han', who pull down ze
tree----"
"No, no, I don't think you lie. But
I am wondering why she didn't tell
me that when she was here."
"Becaus' she have too much lettle
bird heart, zat ees w'y. She say:-
‘Bateese, you tell heem he mus' wait
for St. Pierre. An' you tell heem
good an' hard, lak you choke ze
w'ite bear an' lak you pull down ze
tree, so he mak' no meestake an' try
get away.' An' she tell zat before
all ye bateliers-all ze St. Pierre
mans gathered 'bout a beeg fire -an'
they shout up lak wan garcon that
they watch an' keel you if you try
get away."
Carrigan reached out a hand. "Let's
shake, Bateese. I'll give you my
word that I won't try to escape -not
until you and I have a good stand-
up fight with the earth under our
feet, and I've whipped you. It is a
go?"
Bateese stared for a moment, and
then his face broke into a wide grin.
"You lak ze fight, m'sieu?"
"Yes. I love a scrap with a good
man like you."
One of Bateese's huge hands crawl-
ed slowly over the table and engulf-
ed David's. Joy Acme on face.
"An' you promise give mo 2 t fight
w'en you are strong?"
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"You are brave garcon," cried the
delighted .Bateese. "Up an' dc?vvn ze
rivers ees no man w'at can whip Con-
combre Bateese!' Suddenly his face
grew clouded. "But ze head, m'sieu,
he added anxiously.
"It will get well quickly if you will
help me, Bateese. Right now I want
to get up. I want to stretch`neS; legs.
Was my head bad?"
"Non. Ze bullet scrape ze hair off
-so-so-an' turn ze brain seek. I
t'ink you be good fighting man in
week!"
"And you will help me up?"
Bateese was a changed man. Again
David felt that mighty but gentle
strength of his arms as he helped him
to his feet. He was a trifle unsteady
for a moment. Then, with the half-
breed close at his side, ready to catch
him if his legs gave way, he walked
to one of the windows and looked out.
Across the river, fully half a mile
away, he saw the glow of fires.
"Her camp?" he asked.
"Oui m'sieu."
"We have moved
"Yes, two days -
"Why are they
here with us?"
Bateese gave a disgusted grunt.
Becaus' ma belle Jeanne have such
leetle bird heart, m'sieu. She say you
mus' not have noise near, lak ze talk
an' laugh an' ze chansons. She say it
disturb, an' zat it mak you worse wit'
ze fever. She ees mak you lake de
baby, Bateese say to her. But she
orey laugh at zat an' snap her leetle
w'ite finger. Wait St. Pierre come !
He brak yo'r head wit' hees two fists.
I hope we have ze fight before then,
m'sieu!"
from the tar -
down ze river."
not camping over
(Continued next week)
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