The silent places : [a story] . mysterious Trail that had led them so farinto this grim land, Jingoss was blind, and, imag-ining himself still going north, still treading me-chanically the hopeless way of his escape, had be-come bewildered and turned south. Dick waited, mysteriously held to inaction,watching the useless efforts of this other from thevantage ground of a wonderful fatalism,—as the 294 THE SILENT PLACES North had watched him. The Indian plodded dog-gedly on, on, on. He entered the circle of the littlecamp. Dick raised his rifle and pressed its muzzleagainst the mans chest. Stop!
The silent places : [a story] . mysterious Trail that had led them so farinto this grim land, Jingoss was blind, and, imag-ining himself still going north, still treading me-chanically the hopeless way of his escape, had be-come bewildered and turned south. Dick waited, mysteriously held to inaction,watching the useless efforts of this other from thevantage ground of a wonderful fatalism,—as the 294 THE SILENT PLACES North had watched him. The Indian plodded dog-gedly on, on, on. He entered the circle of the littlecamp. Dick raised his rifle and pressed its muzzleagainst the mans chest. Stop! he commanded, his voice croaking harshacross the stillness. The Indian, with a soh of mingled emotion, inwhich, strangely enough, relief seemed the predom-inant note, collapsed to the ground. The North,insistent on the victory but indifferent to the stake,tossed carelessly the prize at issue into the hands ofher beaten antagonist. And then, dim and ghostly, rank after rank,across the middle distance drifted the caribou rKiiipiy\iU,t\vift-y,., •Stop! he commanded, his voice croaking liarshacross the stillness CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO It was beyond the middle of summer. The day hadbeen hot, but now the velvet night was canoe had turned into the channel at the headof the island on which was situated ConjurorsHouse. The end of the journey was at hand. Dick paddled in the bow. His face had regainedits freshness, but not entirely its former boyishroundness. The old air of bravado again sat hisspirit—a mans nature persists to the end, and im-mortal and unquenchable youth is a gift of thegods—^but in the depths of his strange, narroweyes was a new steadiness, a new responsibility, thewell-known, quiet, competent look invariably acharacteristic of true woodsmen. At his feet laythe dog, one red-rimmed eye cocked up at the manwho had gone down to the depths in his company. The Indian Jingoss sat amidships^ his handsbound strongly with buckskin thongs, a man of me-
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