The Golden Snare
ock of a sudden blow. After that one gasp of amazement Philip made no sound. He spoke no word to Pierre. In a sudden lull of the wind sweeping over the cabin the ticking of his watch was like the
the blond Eskimo of the upper Macken
fore them. If he had possessed a doubt, it was gone now. He could not remember where he had ever seen just that colored gold in a woman's hair. Probably he had, at one time or another. It was not red gold. It possessed no coppery shades a
am has a woman with
e," said P
hich, for a space, possessed the mind of each. Pierre shrugged his shoulders. He could not answer it. And as he shrugged his shoulders he shivered
a smile at Philip. "It has made me nervous-what I saw there in th
the shimmer
een hair the colo
ll my life
ill, at York Factory, at Lac la Biche, at Cumberl
d's Lake, at Lac Seul, and over on the Mackenzie
rt Chippewyan that we know of," said Philip. "It makes one shiver, eh, Pie
in Pierre's blood. The pupils of his ey
es;-that he has sold his soul to the devil, and can travel through the air, and that he can change himself into the form of a wolf at will. There are those who have heard him singing the Chanson de Voyageur to the howling of his wolves away up in the sky. I have seen th
of the sun?" added Philip, fallin
rest i
nd for a moment or two Philip saw him fighting with himself, struggling with the age-old superstitions
ssed voice. "That is why I showed you the snare. Bram Johnson
O
fterward in a leather wallet which he took from his pocket. Then, quite casually, he loaded his pipe and lighted it. He went to the door, opened it, and for a few moments stood listening
patrol have made their headquarters. If I go after Bram, Pierre, I must first make certain of getting a message to MacVeigh, and
Pierre
he
take the
e matter to Superintendent Fitzgerald, commanding "M" Division at Fort Churchill. He told Pierre Breault's story as he had heard it. He gave his reasons for believing it, and that Bram
ished and sealed he had
about the rabbit snare w