"
The stranger had apparently forgotten him and was gazing steadily into
the fire. Suddenly, with extraordinary energy, he sprang from the ground
where he had been sitting.
"Now," he cried, "en avant!"
"Where to?" asked Cameron, rising to his feet.
"East Kootenay, all the way, and hustle's the word."
"Not me," said Cameron. "I must get back to my camp. If you will kindly
leave me some grub and some matches I shall be all right and very much
obliged. McIvor will be searching for me to-morrow."
"Ha!" burst forth the stranger in vehement expletive. "Searching for
you, heh?" He stood for a few moments in deep thought, then spoke to the
Indian a few words in his own language. That individual, with a fierce
glance towards Cameron, grunted a gruff reply.
"No, no," said Raven, also glancing at Cameron. Again the Indian spoke,
this time with insistent fierceness. "No! no! you cold-blooded devil,"
replied the trader. "No! But," he added with emphasis, "we will take him
with us. Pack! Here, bring in coat, mitts, socks, Little Thunder. And
move quick, do you hear?" His voice rang out in imperious command.
Little Thunder, growling though he might, no longer delayed, but dived
into the storm and in a few moments returned bearing a bag from which he
drew the articles of clothing desired.
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