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SYNOPSIS
McTaggart. the factor. had gone
to the cabin cl Pierrot, the trap-
per, attempted to bend Nepeese to
his wishes, and. on Pierrot's unco-
pected return. had shot him. Now.
as he embraced the struggling girl,
Baree, the dog. whom also he had
shot and who was at first thought
to be dead. rose. despite his
wounds, and buried his teeth in
the [actor’s leg. Nepeess, pursued
by McTaggart. ran from the house
to a gorge and plunged into a fifty-
Ioot abuse. to what looked like
certain death.
CHAPTER XXII—Continued
it was not sentiment that made
him dig Pierrot’s grave close
to the princess mother's under the
tall spruce. It was not sentiment
that made him dig the grave at
all. but caution. He buried Pierrot
decently. Then he poured Piorrot'e
stock of kerosene where it would
be most effective and touched a
match to it. He stood in the edge
of the forest until the cabin was
amass of llamas. The snow was
telling thickly. The freshly made
grave was a white mound. and the
trails were filling. For the physi-
cal things he had done there was
no' fear in Bush McTaggart's heart
as he turned back toward Lac Batu.
No one \would ever look into the
grave of Pierrot Du Queens. And
there was no one to betray him it
such a miracle happened. But at
one thing hie black soul would
never be able to tree itself. Al-
ways he would see the pale. tri-
umphant face of the Willow as she
stood facing him in that moment
of her glory when. even as she was
choosing death rather than him. he
had cried to himself: "All! Is
she not wonderfuli"
As Bush Mc'l‘aggart had forgot-
ten Baree. so Baree had forgotten
the Factor from Lee Bain. When
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'lls stood in the edge of the foe-
est until the cable was a mace of
flames)!
lfc'l'aggart had run along the edge
of the chasm. Baree had squatted
himself in the foobbeaten plot of
snow where Nepoese had last
stood. his body stiffened and his
forefoot braced as he looked down.
He had seen her take the leap.
Many times that summer he had
followed her in her daring dives
into the deep. quiet water of the
pool. But this was a tremendous
distance. She had never dived
intoanlaeelikothat. Hocenldsee
the black heads of the rocks. ap-
pearing and disappearing is the
whirling foam like the heads of
monsters at play; the roar of the
water nlled him with dread; his
eyes caught the swift rush of cram.
bled ice between the rock walls.
And she had gone down there!
lie had a great desire to follow
her. to lump in. as he had always
jumped in after her. She was
surely down there. even though he
could not see her. Probably she
was playing among the rocks and
hiding herself in the white froth
and wondering why he didn't
come. But he hesitated—hesitated
with his head and neck over the
abyss. his forefoot giving way a lit-
tle in the snow. With an alert he
dragged himself back and whinad.
He caught the fresh scent of tie-
Taggsrt's moccasins in the snow.
and the whine changed slowly into
elongsnarl. naloekedoveragain.
Still he could not see her. no
barked—the short. sharp signal
with which he always called her.
There was no answer. Again and
again he barked. and always there
was nothing but the rear of the
water that came back to him.
Then for a tow moments he stood
back. silent and listening. his
body shivering with the strange
dread that was possessing him.
The snow was falling new. and
llc’l'aggart had returned to the
cabin. After a little Baree followed
in the trail he had made along the
edge of the chasm. and wherever
nc‘l'aggart had stopped to poor
over. Baree paused also. l'or e
space his hatred of the man was
burned up in his desire to Join the
Willow. and he continued along
the gorge until. a quarter of a mile '
beyond where the Factor had last
locked into it. he came to the nar-
row trail down which he and No-
pecse had many times adventurod
in quest of rock-violets. The twist.
in: path that led down the face 08
the cliff was filled with snow now.
but Baree cleared his way through
it until at last he stood at the edge
of the unfrozen torrent Nepeeso
was not here. He whined. and
barked again. but this time there
was in his signal to her an uneasy,
repression. a whimpering note
which told that he did not expo“
a reply. For ilve minutes after
that he sat on his haunches in the
snow. stoiid as a rock. What it
was that came down out of the
dark mystery and tumult of the
chasm to him. what spirit-whit
para o! nature that told him the
truth. it is beyond the power ed
reason to explain. But he listened.
and he looked; and his muscles
twitchcd as the truth grow in him:
and at last he raised his head
slowly until his black music
pointed to the white storm in the
shy. and out of his throat there
wont forth the cuavering. long-
drawn howl of the husky who
mourns outside the tapes of a man- I
ter who is newly dead.
On the trail. heading for he
Batu, Bush 311ch heard the
cry and shivered.
itwas the smell of smoke. thick-
sningintheairuntiiltatunghis
nostrils. that drew Baree at last
awayfrom thechasmandbackto
the cabin. There was not much
left when he came to the clearing.
Where the cabin had been was a
red-hot. smouldering mass. For a
long time he sat watching it. still
waiting and still listening. He no
longer felt the eifect of the bullet
that had stunned him. but his
senses were undergoing another
change now, as strange and unreal
as their struggle against that dark~
uses of neardeath in the cabin. ln'
a space that had not covered more
than an hour the world had twisb- .
ed itself grotesquely for Baree.
'l‘hst long ago the Willow was sit-
ting before her little mirror in the
cabin. talking to him and laughing
in her happiness. while he lay in
vast contentment on the door. And
new there was no cabin. no No-
, poses, no Pierrot. Quietly he strug-
gled to comprehend. it was some
time before he moved from under
the thick balsnms. for already I
deep and growing suspicion hogan
to guide his movements He did
not go nearer to the smouldering
mass of the cabin. but slinking
low. made his way about the circle
of the open to the dog-corral. This
took him under the tall spruce. m
‘ a full minute he paused hen.
sniiiing at the freshly made mound
under its white mantle of snow.
When he went on. he slunk still
lower. and his ears were flat
against his head. *
The dog~ccrral was open and
empty. Mc'l'aggart had e an to
that. Allin Baree acuatte back
on his haunehes and sent forth the
death~howL 'lhis time it was for
Planet. in it there was a diluent
note from that of the bowl he had
sent forth from the chasm: it was
positive. certain. in the chasm his
cry had been tampered with doubt
—e questioning hope. something
that was so almost human that lie-
Taggart had shivered on the trail.
But Baree knew what lay in that
freshly dug snow-covered grave.
A scent three feet of earth could
not hide its secret from him. There
was desth—deiinite and unequivo-
cal. But for Nepeesa he was still
hoping and seeking. '
IUntil soon he did not go far
homthoesblmuntonlyonce did
he actually encroach and until
about the black pile of steaming
timbers. Again and again he cin-
cled the edge of the clearing. has)
ing inst within the bush and
timber. sailing the air and listen
ins. Twice he went back to the
chasm. Late in the afternoon there
cametohimasuddeninnloethal .
carried him swiftly thread: the
forest. He did not run openly nowi‘
caution. suspicion. and fear had
reused in him afresh the instincts
of the wolf. With his cars flattened
against the side of his head. his
tail drooping until the tip of.“
dragged the snow and his back
sagging in the curious. evasive gait
of the wolf. he scarcely made him-
self distinguishable from tho
shadows of the spruce and balsams.
not at the tapes.
no trace of her in the chasm. She
was not with Pierrot under the
big spruce:
Therefore. unreasoning but sure.
he began to follow the old trap
line into the north and west. .
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