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The woman leaned, ponderous and silent, against the jamb of the doorgiving into the kitchen. Her huge arms were folded tightly across herbreast, and, for some inexplicable reason, Chloe found the staredisconcerting. The enthusiasm of her victory damped perceptibly. Forif the fisheyed stare held nothing of reproach, it certainly heldnothing of approbation. Almost the read a condescending pity inthe stare of the chinablue eyes. The thought stung, and she faced theother wrathfully. Well, for Heavens sake say something Dont stand there and starelike aa billikin Cant you talk Yah, Ay tank Ay kin but Ay vontnot yat. What do you mean cried the exasperated , as she flung herselfinto a chair. But without deigning to answer, Big Lena turned heavilyinto the kitchen, and closed the door with a bang that impoverishedinvectivefor volumes may be spokenin the banging of a door. Themoment was inauspicious for the entrance of Harriet Penny. At best, Chloe merely endured the little spinster, with her whining, hystericaloutbursts, and abject, unreasoning fear of God, man, the devil, andeverything else. Oh, my , I am so glad piped the little woman, rushing And with the thermometer at seventy degreesbelow zero, even in the years of plenty, when the philosophers eatalmost daily, there is little of comfort. With the thermometer atseventy in the lean years, the suffering is diminished by the passingof many philosophers. The arrest of Bob MacNair was a matter of sovereign import to thedwellers of the frozen places, and word of it swept like wildfirethrough the land of the lakes and rivers. Yet in all the North thoseupon whom it made the least impression were those most vitallyconcernedMacNairs own Indians. So quietly had the incident passedthat not one of them realized its importance. With them MacNair was God. He was the law. He had taught them towork, so that even in the lean years they and their wives and theirbabies ate twice each day. He had said that they should continue toeat twice each day, and therefore his departure was a matter of nomoment. They knew only that he had gone southward with the man of thesoldierpolice. This was doubtless as he had commanded. They couldconceive of MacNair only as commanding. Chloe glanced wrathfully into the ish face of the officer. Suityourself, she answered sweetly. But if I were you, Id want a wholeregiment of Indians. Because if MacNair wants to, hell eat you up. He wont want to, snapped Ripley. I dont taste good. As they passed out of the door, MacNair turned. Goodby, MissElliston, he said gravely. Beware of Pierre Lapierre. Chloe madeno reply and as MacNair turned to go, he chanced to glance into thewide, expressionless face of Big Lena, who had stood throughout theinterview leaning heavily against the jamb of the kitchen door. Something inscrutable in the stare of the fishlike, chinablue eyesclung in his memory, and try as he would in the days that followed, MacNair could not fathom the meaning of that stare, if indeed it hadany meaning. MacNair did not know why, but in some inexplainablemanner the memory of that look eased many a weary mile. Therefore thesoldierpoliceman had obeyed and accompanied him to the southward. With no such complacency, however, was the arrest of MacNair regardedby the henchmen of Lapierre. To them MacNair was not God, nor was hethe law. For these men knew well the long arm of the Mounted and whatlay at the end of the trail. Lean forms sped through the woods, andthe word passed from lip to lip in far places. It was whispered uponthe Slave, the Mackenzie, and the Athabasca, and it was told in theprovinces before MacNair and Ripley reached Fort Chippewayan. Alongthe river, men talked excitedly, and impatiently awaited word fromLapierre, while their eyes snapped with greed and their thoughts flewto the gold in the sands of the barren grounds. In the Bastile du Mort, a hundred miles to the eastward, Lapierre heardthe news from the lips of a breathless runner, but a scant ten hoursafter Corporal Ripley and MacNair stepped from the door of the cottage. And within the hour the quarterbreed was upon the trail, travellinglight, in company with LeFroy, who, fearing swift vengeance, had alsosought safety in the stronghold of the outlaws. Chloe Elliston stood in the doorway and watched the broad form of BobMacNair swing across the clearing in company with Corporal Ripley. Asthe men disappeared in the timber, a fierce joy of victory surgedthrough her veins. Therefore thesoldierpoliceman had obeyed and accompanied him to the southward. With no such complacency, however, was the arrest of MacNair regardedby the henchmen of Lapierre. 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CHAPTER XVII A FRAMEUP News, of a kind, travels on the wings of the wind across wastes of thefarther land. Principalities may fall, nations crash, and kingdomssink into oblivion, and the North will neither know nor care. For theNorth has its own problemsvital problems, human problemsandtherefore big. Elemental, portentous problems, having to do with lifeand the eating of meat. In the crash and shift of manmade governments in the redistributionof manconstituted authority, and mangathered surplus of increment, the North has no part. On the cold side of sixty there is no surplus, and men think in terms of meat, and their possessions are meatgettingpossessions. Guns, nets, and traps, even of the best, insure but abare existence. And in the lean years, which are the seventhyearsthe years of the rabbit plaguestarvation stalks in theteepees, and gaunt, sunkeneyed forms, drylipped, and with the skindrawn tightly over protruding ribs, stiffen between shoddy blankets. For even the philosophers of the land of God and the H. B. C. Must eat toliveif not this week, at least once next week. The H. B. C. , taking wise cognizance of the seventh year, extends itcreditdebt it is called in the outlandsbut it puts no more woolin its blankets, and for lack of food the bodyfires burn low. But thecold remains inexorable.

She had bared the mailed fist Had wrested apeople from the hand of their oppressor The Snare Lake Indians werehenceforth to be her Indians She had ridded the North of MacNairEvery fibre of her sang with the exultation of it as she turned intothe room and encountered the fishlike stare of Big Lena. The woman leaned, ponderous and silent, against the jamb of the doorgiving into the kitchen. Her huge arms were folded tightly across herbreast, and, for some inexplicable reason, Chloe found the staredisconcerting. The enthusiasm of her victory damped perceptibly. Forif the fisheyed stare held nothing of reproach, it certainly heldnothing of approbation. Almost the read a condescending pity inthe stare of the chinablue eyes. The thought stung, and she faced theother wrathfully. Well, for Heavens sake say something Dont stand there and starelike aa billikin Cant you talk Yah, Ay tank Ay kin but Ay vontnot yat. What do you mean cried the exasperated , as she flung herselfinto a chair. But without deigning to answer, Big Lena turned heavilyinto the kitchen, and closed the door with a bang that impoverishedinvectivefor volumes may be spokenin the banging of a door. Themoment was inauspicious for the entrance of Harriet Penny. At best, Chloe merely endured the little spinster, with her whining, hystericaloutbursts, and abject, unreasoning fear of God, man, the devil, andeverything else. Oh, my , I am so glad piped the little woman, rushing

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Therefore thesoldierpoliceman had obeyed and accompanied him to the southward. With no such complacency, however, was the arrest of MacNair regardedby the henchmen of Lapierre. To them MacNair was not God, nor was hethe law. For these men knew well the long arm of the Mounted and whatlay at the end of the trail. Lean forms sped through the woods, andthe word passed from lip to lip in far places. It was whispered uponthe Slave, the Mackenzie, and the Athabasca, and it was told in theprovinces before MacNair and Ripley reached Fort Chippewayan. Alongthe river, men talked excitedly, and impatiently awaited word fromLapierre, while their eyes snapped with greed and their thoughts flewto the gold in the sands of the barren grounds. In the Bastile du Mort, a hundred miles to the eastward, Lapierre heardthe news from the lips of a breathless runner, but a scant ten hoursafter Corporal Ripley and MacNair stepped from the door of the cottage. And within the hour the quarterbreed was upon the trail, travellinglight, in company with LeFroy, who, fearing swift vengeance, had alsosought safety in the stronghold of the outlaws. Chloe Elliston stood in the doorway and watched the broad form of BobMacNair swing across the clearing in company with Corporal Ripley. Asthe men disappeared in the timber, a fierce joy of victory surgedthrough her veins.

and crumpling it in herhand threw it to the floor. He always manages to be some place elsewhen anything happens she exclaimed. Oh, why couldnt it have beenthe other way around Why couldnt MacNair have been the one to havethe interest of the Indians at heart And why couldnt Lapierre havebeen the one to browbeat and bully them She paced angrily up and down the room, and kicked viciously at thelittle ball of paper that was Lapierres note. He couldnt browbeatanything she exclaimed. Heshessometimes, I think, hes almostsneaking, with his bland, courtly manners, and his suave tongue. Oh, how I could hate that man And how I she stopped suddenly, and withclenched fists fixed her gaze upon the portrait of Tiger Elliston, andas she looked the thin features that returned her stare seemed toresolve into the rugged outlines of the face of Bob MacNair.

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Therefore thesoldierpoliceman had obeyed and accompanied him to the southward. With no such complacency, however, was the arrest of MacNair regardedby the henchmen of Lapierre. To them MacNair was not God, nor was hethe law. For these men knew well the long arm of the Mounted and whatlay at the end of the trail. Lean forms sped through the woods, andthe word passed from lip to lip in far places. It was whispered uponthe Slave, the Mackenzie, and the Athabasca, and it was told in theprovinces before MacNair and Ripley reached Fort Chippewayan. Alongthe river, men talked excitedly, and impatiently awaited word fromLapierre, while their eyes snapped with greed and their thoughts flewto the gold in the sands of the barren grounds. In the Bastile du Mort, a hundred miles to the eastward, Lapierre heardthe news from the lips of a breathless runner, but a scant ten hoursafter Corporal Ripley and MacNair stepped from the door of the cottage. And within the hour the quarterbreed was upon the trail, travellinglight, in company with LeFroy, who, fearing swift vengeance, had alsosought safety in the stronghold of the outlaws. Chloe Elliston stood in the doorway and watched the broad form of BobMacNair swing across the clearing in company with Corporal Ripley. Asthe men disappeared in the timber, a fierce joy of victory surgedthrough her veins.

to the s side: we need never fear him again, need we Nobody ever did fear him but you, retorted Chloe. But, Mr. Lapierre said The arose with a gesture of impatience, and Miss Penny returned toMacNair. He is so big, and coarse, and horrible I am sure even hislooks are enough to frighten a person to death. Chloe sniffed. I think he is handsome, and he is big and strong. Ilike big people. But, my cried the horrified Miss Penny. Hehe kills Indians So do I snapped the , and stamped angrily into her own room, where she threw herself upon the bed and gave way to bitterreflections. She hated everyone. She hated MacNair, and Big Lena, andHarriet Penny, and the officer of the Mounted. She hated Lapierre andthe Indians, too. And then, realizing the folly of her blind hatred, she hated herself for hating. With an effort she regained her poise. MacNair is out of the way and thats the main thing, she murmured. She remembered his last words: Beware of Pierre Lapierre, and hereyes sought the mans hastily scribbled note that lay upon the tablewhere he had left it. She reread the note,

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Therefore thesoldierpoliceman had obeyed and accompanied him to the southward. With no such complacency, however, was the arrest of MacNair regardedby the henchmen of Lapierre. To them MacNair was not God, nor was hethe law. For these men knew well the long arm of the Mounted and whatlay at the end of the trail. Lean forms sped through the woods, andthe word passed from lip to lip in far places. It was whispered uponthe Slave, the Mackenzie, and the Athabasca, and it was told in theprovinces before MacNair and Ripley reached Fort Chippewayan. Alongthe river, men talked excitedly, and impatiently awaited word fromLapierre, while their eyes snapped with greed and their thoughts flewto the gold in the sands of the barren grounds. In the Bastile du Mort, a hundred miles to the eastward, Lapierre heardthe news from the lips of a breathless runner, but a scant ten hoursafter Corporal Ripley and MacNair stepped from the door of the cottage. And within the hour the quarterbreed was upon the trail, travellinglight, in company with LeFroy, who, fearing swift vengeance, had alsosought safety in the stronghold of the outlaws. Chloe Elliston stood in the doorway and watched the broad form of BobMacNair swing across the clearing in company with Corporal Ripley. Asthe men disappeared in the timber, a fierce joy of victory surgedthrough her veins.
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