Outing . man! And if I refuse? she murmured. Ill take you anyway, he said. Illcarry you to-night to the Beaver Indianvillage. The people will do anythingthese days for a little pork and be back in the store before morning,and all tracks covered by the Ill have you taken to the DeathRiver country, where no white man hasever been. I would soon be found, said Annisconfidently. Not right away, said St. or later, of course—but then—he smiled evilly—you wouldnt leaveme. Annis shuddered. There is alwaysone way to protect myself, she thought,her hand stealing inside
Outing . man! And if I refuse? she murmured. Ill take you anyway, he said. Illcarry you to-night to the Beaver Indianvillage. The people will do anythingthese days for a little pork and be back in the store before morning,and all tracks covered by the Ill have you taken to the DeathRiver country, where no white man hasever been. I would soon be found, said Annisconfidently. Not right away, said St. or later, of course—but then—he smiled evilly—you wouldnt leaveme. Annis shuddered. There is alwaysone way to protect myself, she thought,her hand stealing inside the bosom ofher dress. Well, what do you say? he de-manded. Go! she said coldly. St. Pierre smiled, with narrowed will be the sweeter to tame you, hemurmured. He approached her slowly,like some cat animal, and purring: Howpretty you are when your eyes flash—Annis! He put out his hand to her. Annisdrew the revolver. Keep your dis-tance, she said sharply. He fell back in surprise. Armed,eh?. HE WRENCHED THE DOOR SUDDENLY OPEN, AND SEIZING HER IN HIS ARMS DRAGGED HER OUT, UTTERING PEAL UPON PEAL OF MOCKING, DEVILISH LAUGHTER. 316 THE OUTING MAGAZINE The ancient arrogance of the racesurged up in Anniss blood. Her eyesglowed like living embers. Go, breed !she cried. How dare you talk of mas-tering one of white blood! What canyou understand of the nature of whitemen? Go back to your own people! St. Pierre cringed. Give me the key to my room and go,commanded Annis. He sparred for time, affecting humil-ity. He begged her pardon. If I goquietly, you wont inform on me? hewhined. Like young people generally, Annisexulted too soon. Not if you behaveyourself hereafter, she said me the key. He hung his head and held it out onthe palm of his right hand. She ap-proached him, covering him with the re-volver and watching his face order to take the key it was necessaryfor one instant to glance at his a flash he flung up his left hand,knocking
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