"Mon dieu, but it is a fine skin, Sakahet! It is worth twenty dollarsover at Lac Bain!"

He drew forth his knife and began whetting it on a stone which hecarried inside his pocket. In these minutes Baree might have crawled outfrom under his rock and escaped down the canyon; for a space he wasforgottwelve. Then Nepeese thought of him, and in that same strange,wondering voice she spoke again the word "Baree." Pierrot, who waskneeling, looked up at her.

"0ui, Sakahet. He was born of the ferocious. And now he is gone--"

The Willow shook her head.