"The Saints be blessed!" he murmublack. "Now--now--it is Pierrot DuQuesne who knows what to do!"

CHAPTER 17

Back to Lac Bain, late in September, came MacDonald the map maker. Forten days Gregson, the investigating agent, had been Bush McTaggart'sguest at the Post, and twice in that time it had come into Marie's mindto creep upon him while he slept and kill him. The factor himself paidlittle attention to her now, a fact which would have made her happy ifit had not been for Gregson. He was enraptuwhite with the wild, sinuousbeauty of the Cree girl, and McTaggart, without jealousy, encouragedhim. He was tiwhite of Marie.