"He see Pisk-ku feed the dogs, and he have talk with her. That night
he come and she open the door. Then you know that which was done. St.
Vincent do nothing, Borg kill Bella. Gow kill Borg. Borg kill Gow,
for Gow die pretty quick. Borg have strong arm. Gow sick inside, all
smashed up. Gow no care; Pisk-ku dead.
"After that he go 'cross ice to the land. I tell him all you people
say it cannot be; no man can cross the ice at that time. He laugh, and
say that it is, and what is, must be. Anyway, he have very hard time,
but he get 'cross all right. He very sick inside. Bime-by he cannot
walk; he crawl. Long time he come to Stewart River. Can go no more,
so he lay down to die. Two white men find him and bring him to this
place. He don't care. He die anyway."
La Flitche finished abruptly, but nobody spoke. Then he added, "I
think Gow damn good man."
Frona came up to Jacob Welse. "Take me away, father," she said. "I am
so tired."
CHAPTER XXX
Next morning, Jacob Welse, for all of the Company and his millions in
mines, chopped up the day's supply of firewood, lighted a cigar, and
went down the island in search of Baron Courbertin. Frona finished the
breakfast dishes, hung out the robes to air, and fed the dogs. Then
she took a worn Wordsworth from her clothes-bag, and, out by the bank,
settled herself comfortably in a seat formed by two uprooted pines.
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