' But Gow say no.
Pisk-ku good squaw. No woman sew moccasin like she. She tan
moose-skin the best, and make the softest leather. He like Pisk-ku.
Then John Borg say he don't care; he want Pisk-ku. Then they have a
_skookum_ big fight, and Pisk-ku go 'way with John Borg. She no want
to go 'way, but she go anyway. Borg call her 'Bella,' and give her
plenty good things, but she like Gow all the time." La Flitche pointed
to the scar which ran down the forehead and past the eye of the Indian.
"John Borg he do that."
"Long time Gow pretty near die. Then he get well, but his head sick.
He don't know nobody. Don't know his father, his mother, or anything.
Just like a little baby. Just like that. Then one day, quick, click!
something snap, and his head get well all at once. He know his father
and mother, he remember Pisk-ku, he remember everything. His father
say John Borg go down river. Then Gow go down river. Spring-time, ice
very bad. He very much afraid, so many white men, and when he come to
this place he travel by night. Nobody see him 'tall, but he see
everybody. He like a cat, see in the dark. Somehow, he come straight
to John Borg's cabin. He do not know how this was, except that the
work he had to do was good work."
St. Vincent pressed Frona's hand, but she shook her fingers clear and
withdrew a step.
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