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My, how you hate yourself she cried. And how long is it, Mr. BruteMacNair was it fancy, or did the man wince at the emphasis of thename She repeated, with added emphasis, Mr. Brute MacNair, since youhave deemed it worth your while to furnish me with evidence You toldme once, I believe, that you cared nothing for my opinion. Is itpossible that you hope at this late day to flatter me with my ownimportance MacNair, in no wise perturbed, regarded her gravely. No, he answeredIt is not that, it is He paused as if at a loss for words. I donot know why, he continued, unless, perhaps, it is becausebecauseyou have no fear of me. That you do not fear to take your life intoyour hands in defence of what you think is right. It may be that Ihave learned a certain respect for you. Certainly I do not pity you. At times you have made me very angry with your foolish blundering, until I remember it is honest blundering, and that some day you willknow the North, and will know that north of sixty, men are not measuredby your little rule of thumb. Always I have gone my way, caring nomore for the approval of others than I have for their hatred orscoffing. I know the North Why should I care for the opinion ofothers If they do not know, so much the worse for them. Thereputation of being a fool injures no one. Had I not been thought afool by the men of the Hudson Bay Company they would not have sold methe barren grounds whose sands are loaded with gold. When you cometo sift down their dope, it generally turns out to be nine parts liesand the other part divided between truth, superstition, and guesswork. Constable Darling, at Fort Resolution, said hed received no complaint, so I didnt hurry through. With a swift glance toward the storehouse, into which MacNair haddisappeared, Chloe motioned the man into the cottage. Thethe attackwas nothing, she hastened to assure him. But there is somethingacomplaint that I wish to make against a man who is, and has been foryears, doing all in his power to debauch and brutalize the Indians ofthe North. The paced nervously up and down as she spoke, and shenoted that the youthful officer leaned forward expectantly, his wideish eyes narrowed to slits. Yes, he urged eagerly, who is this man And have you got theevidence to back your charge For I take it from your words you intendto make a charge. Yes, answered Chloe. I do intend to make a charge, and I have myevidence. The man is MacNair. Brute MacNair he is called What MacNair of Snare LakeBob MacNair of the barren grounds Yes, Bob MacNair of the barren grounds. A moment of silence followedher words. A silence during which the officers face assumed atroubled expression. And yet you said I was a fool, interrupted Chloe. According toyour theory, that fact should redound to my credit. MacNair answered without a smile. I did not say that being a foolinjured no one. You are a fool. Of your reputation I know nothing, nor care. He turned abruptly on his heel and walked to thestorehouse, leaving the , speechless with anger, standing upon theveranda of the cottage, as she watched his swinging shoulders disappearfrom sight around the corner of the log building. With flushed face, Chloe turned toward the river, and instantly herattention centred upon the figure of a man, who swung out of the timberand approached across the clearing in long, easy strides. She regardedthe man closely. Certainly he was no one she had ever seen before. Hewas very near now, and at the distance of a few feet, paused and bowed, as he swept the Stetson from his head. The s heart gave a wildbound of joy. The man wore the uniform of the Mounted Miss Elliston he asked. Yes, answered Chloe, as her glance noted the clearcut, almost ishlines of the weatherbronzed face. I am Corporal Ripley, maam, at your service. I happened on a FortRae Injuna Dog Rib, a few days since, and he told me some kind of ayarn about a band of Yellow Knives that had attacked your post sometime during the summer. I couldnt get much out of him because hecould speak only a few words of English, and I cant speak any Dog Rib. Besides, you cant go much on what an Indian tells you. MacNair nodded. I will send them, he answered, and, turning abruptlyupon his heel, disappeared into the scrub. The journey down the Yellow Knife consumed six days, and it was ajourney fraught with many hardships for Chloe Elliston, unaccustomed asshe was to trail travel. The littleused trail, following closely thebank of the stream, climbed low, rockribbed ridges, traversed blackspruce swamps, and threaded endlessly in and out of the scrub timber. Nevertheless, the held doggedly to the slow pace set by thecanoemen. When at last, footsore and weary, with nerves ajangle, and with everymuscle in her body protesting with its own devilishly ingenious acheagainst the overstrain of the long, rough miles and the chill misery ofdamp blankets, she arrived at the school, Lapierre was nowhere to befound. For the wily quarterbreed, knowing that MacNair wouldinstantly suspect the source of the whiskey, had, upon his arrival, removed the remaining casks from the storehouse, and conveyed them withall haste to his stronghold on Lac du Mort. Upon her table in the cottage, Chloe found a brief note to the effectthat Lapierre had been, forced to hasten to the eastward to aid LeFroyin dealing with the whiskeyrunners. The had scant time to thinkof Lapierre, however, for upon the morning after her arrival, MacNairappeared, accompanied by a hundred or But, tellme, what will become of them while you are following your trail ofbloodthe trail you so fondly imagine will terminate in the death ofLapierre, but which will, as surely and inevitably as justice itself, lead you to a prison cell, if not the gallows MacNair regarded the almost fiercely. I must leave my Indians, he answered, for the present, to their own devices. For the simplereason that I cannot be in two places at the same time. But their supplies were burned They will starve cried the . It would seem that one who really loved his Indians would have hisfirst thought for their welfare. But no you prefer to take the trailand kill men men who may at some future time tell their story upon thewitnessstand a story that will not sound pretty in the telling, andthat will mark the crash of your reign of tyranny. Safety first isyour slogan, and your Indians may starve while you murder men. The paused and suddenly became conscious that MacNair was regardingher with a strange look in his eyes. And at his next words she couldscarcely believe her ears. Will you care for my Indians The question staggered her. What she managed to gasp. Just what I said, answered MacNair gruffly. Ishall command them to obey you even to attend your school, if youwish You will hardly have time to do them much harm. As I told you, the North is not ready for your education. But I know that you arehonest. You are a fool, and the time is not far distant when youyourself will realize this when you will learn that you have becomethe unwitting dupe of one of the shrewdest and most diabolicalscoundrels that ever drew breath. Again I tell you that some day youand I shall be friends At this moment you hate me. But I know it isthrough ignorance you hate. I have small patience with your ignorancebut, also, at this moment you are the only person in all the North withwhom I would trust my Indians. Lapierre, from now on, will be pastcharming them. I shall see to it that he is kept so busy in the matterof saving his own hide that he will have scant time for deviltry. Still Chloe appeared to hesitate. And through MacNairs mind flashedthe memory of the rapierblade eyes that stared from out the dull goldframe of the portrait that hung upon the wall of the littlecottageeyes that were the eyes of the before him. Well, he asked with evident impatience, are you afraid of theseIndians The flashing eyes of the told him that the shot had struck home. No she cried. I am not afraid Send your Indians to me, if youwill and when you send them, bid goodby to them forever. more dejected and woebegoneIndians. Despite the fact that Chloe had known them only as fierceroisterers she was forced to admit that they looked harmless andpeaceful enough, under the chastening effect of a week of starvation. MacNair wasted no time, but striding up to the , who stood upon theveranda of her cottage, plunged unceremoniously into the business athand. Do not misunderstand me, he began gruffly. I did not bring myIndians here to receive the benefits of your education, nor as a sop toyour anger, nor for any other reason than to procure for them food andshelter until such time as I myself can provide for them. If they weretrappers this would be unnecessary. But they have long since abandonedthe traplines, and in the whole village there could not be foundenough traps to supply one tenth of their number with the actualnecessities of life. I have sent runners to the young men upon thebarren grounds, with orders to continue the caribou kill and bring themeat to you here. I have given my Indians their instructions. 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The feeling passed in an instant and she sneeredboldly into MacNairs face. My, how you hate yourself she cried. And how long is it, Mr. BruteMacNair was it fancy, or did the man wince at the emphasis of thename She repeated, with added emphasis, Mr. Brute MacNair, since youhave deemed it worth your while to furnish me with evidence You toldme once, I believe, that you cared nothing for my opinion. Is itpossible that you hope at this late day to flatter me with my ownimportance MacNair, in no wise perturbed, regarded her gravely. No, he answeredIt is not that, it is He paused as if at a loss for words. I donot know why, he continued, unless, perhaps, it is becausebecauseyou have no fear of me. That you do not fear to take your life intoyour hands in defence of what you think is right. It may be that Ihave learned a certain respect for you. Certainly I do not pity you. At times you have made me very angry with your foolish blundering, until I remember it is honest blundering, and that some day you willknow the North, and will know that north of sixty, men are not measuredby your little rule of thumb. Always I have gone my way, caring nomore for the approval of others than I have for their hatred orscoffing. I know the North Why should I care for the opinion ofothers If they do not know, so much the worse for them. Thereputation of being a fool injures no one. Had I not been thought afool by the men of the Hudson Bay Company they would not have sold methe barren grounds whose sands are loaded with gold.=20
When you cometo sift down their dope, it generally turns out to be nine parts liesand the other part divided between truth, superstition, and guesswork. Constable Darling, at Fort Resolution, said hed received no complaint, so I didnt hurry through. With a swift glance toward the storehouse, into which MacNair haddisappeared, Chloe motioned the man into the cottage. Thethe attackwas nothing, she hastened to assure him. But there is somethingacomplaint that I wish to make against a man who is, and has been foryears, doing all in his power to debauch and brutalize the Indians ofthe North. The paced nervously up and down as she spoke, and shenoted that the youthful officer leaned forward expectantly, his wideish eyes narrowed to slits. Yes, he urged eagerly, who is this man And have you got theevidence to back your charge For I take it from your words you intendto make a charge. Yes, answered Chloe. I do intend to make a charge, and I have myevidence. The man is MacNair. Brute MacNair he is called What MacNair of Snare LakeBob MacNair of the barren grounds Yes, Bob MacNair of the barren grounds. A moment of silence followedher words. A silence during which the officers face assumed atroubled expression.=20
And yet you said I was a fool, interrupted Chloe. According toyour theory, that fact should redound to my credit. MacNair answered without a smile. I did not say that being a foolinjured no one. You are a fool. Of your reputation I know nothing, nor care. He turned abruptly on his heel and walked to thestorehouse, leaving the , speechless with anger, standing upon theveranda of the cottage, as she watched his swinging shoulders disappearfrom sight around the corner of the log building. With flushed face, Chloe turned toward the river, and instantly herattention centred upon the figure of a man, who swung out of the timberand approached across the clearing in long, easy strides. She regardedthe man closely. Certainly he was no one she had ever seen before. Hewas very near now, and at the distance of a few feet, paused and bowed, as he swept the Stetson from his head. The s heart gave a wildbound of joy. The man wore the uniform of the Mounted Miss Elliston he asked. Yes, answered Chloe, as her glance noted the clearcut, almost ishlines of the weatherbronzed face. I am Corporal Ripley, maam, at your service. I happened on a FortRae Injuna Dog Rib, a few days since, and he told me some kind of ayarn about a band of Yellow Knives that had attacked your post sometime during the summer. I couldnt get much out of him because hecould speak only a few words of English, and I cant speak any Dog Rib. Besides, you cant go much on what an Indian tells you.=20
MacNair nodded. I will send them, he answered, and, turning abruptlyupon his heel, disappeared into the scrub. The journey down the Yellow Knife consumed six days, and it was ajourney fraught with many hardships for Chloe Elliston, unaccustomed asshe was to trail travel. The littleused trail, following closely thebank of the stream, climbed low, rockribbed ridges, traversed blackspruce swamps, and threaded endlessly in and out of the scrub timber. Nevertheless, the held doggedly to the slow pace set by thecanoemen. When at last, footsore and weary, with nerves ajangle, and with everymuscle in her body protesting with its own devilishly ingenious acheagainst the overstrain of the long, rough miles and the chill misery ofdamp blankets, she arrived at the school, Lapierre was nowhere to befound. For the wily quarterbreed, knowing that MacNair wouldinstantly suspect the source of the whiskey, had, upon his arrival, removed the remaining casks from the storehouse, and conveyed them withall haste to his stronghold on Lac du Mort. Upon her table in the cottage, Chloe found a brief note to the effectthat Lapierre had been, forced to hasten to the eastward to aid LeFroyin dealing with the whiskeyrunners. The had scant time to thinkof Lapierre, however, for upon the morning after her arrival, MacNairappeared, accompanied by a hundred or=20
But, tellme, what will become of them while you are following your trail ofbloodthe trail you so fondly imagine will terminate in the death ofLapierre, but which will, as surely and inevitably as justice itself, lead you to a prison cell, if not the gallows MacNair regarded the almost fiercely. I must leave my Indians, he answered, for the present, to their own devices. For the simplereason that I cannot be in two places at the same time. But their supplies were burned They will starve cried the . It would seem that one who really loved his Indians would have hisfirst thought for their welfare. But no you prefer to take the trailand kill men men who may at some future time tell their story upon thewitnessstand a story that will not sound pretty in the telling, andthat will mark the crash of your reign of tyranny. Safety first isyour slogan, and your Indians may starve while you murder men. The paused and suddenly became conscious that MacNair was regardingher with a strange look in his eyes. And at his next words she couldscarcely believe her ears. Will you care for my Indians The question staggered her. What she managed to gasp. Just what I said, answered MacNair gruffly.=20
Ishall command them to obey you even to attend your school, if youwish You will hardly have time to do them much harm. As I told you, the North is not ready for your education. But I know that you arehonest. You are a fool, and the time is not far distant when youyourself will realize this when you will learn that you have becomethe unwitting dupe of one of the shrewdest and most diabolicalscoundrels that ever drew breath. Again I tell you that some day youand I shall be friends At this moment you hate me. But I know it isthrough ignorance you hate. I have small patience with your ignorancebut, also, at this moment you are the only person in all the North withwhom I would trust my Indians. Lapierre, from now on, will be pastcharming them. I shall see to it that he is kept so busy in the matterof saving his own hide that he will have scant time for deviltry. Still Chloe appeared to hesitate. And through MacNairs mind flashedthe memory of the rapierblade eyes that stared from out the dull goldframe of the portrait that hung upon the wall of the littlecottageeyes that were the eyes of the before him. Well, he asked with evident impatience, are you afraid of theseIndians The flashing eyes of the told him that the shot had struck home. No she cried. I am not afraid Send your Indians to me, if youwill and when you send them, bid goodby to them forever.=20
more dejected and woebegoneIndians. Despite the fact that Chloe had known them only as fierceroisterers she was forced to admit that they looked harmless andpeaceful enough, under the chastening effect of a week of starvation. MacNair wasted no time, but striding up to the , who stood upon theveranda of her cottage, plunged unceremoniously into the business athand. Do not misunderstand me, he began gruffly. I did not bring myIndians here to receive the benefits of your education, nor as a sop toyour anger, nor for any other reason than to procure for them food andshelter until such time as I myself can provide for them. If they weretrappers this would be unnecessary. But they have long since abandonedthe traplines, and in the whole village there could not be foundenough traps to supply one tenth of their number with the actualnecessities of life. I have sent runners to the young men upon thebarren grounds, with orders to continue the caribou kill and bring themeat to you here. I have given my Indians their instructions. Theywill cause you no trouble, and will be subject absolutely to yourcommands. And now, I must be on my way. I must pick up the trail ofLapierre. And when I return, I shall confront you with evidence thatwill prove to you beyond a doubt that the words I have spoken are true And I will confront you, retorted the , with evidence that willplace you behind prison bars for the rest of your life Again Chloesaw in the grey eyes the twinkle that held more than the suspicion of asmile. I think I would make but a poor prisoner, the man answered. But ifI am to be a prisoner I warn you that I will run the prison. I amMacNair Something in the mans lookhe was gazing straight into hereyes with a peculiar intense gazecaused the to start, while asudden indescribable feeling of fear, of helplessness before this man, flashed over her.=20
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