The Lure of the North
n and the front of the stove glowed a dull red, but the men shivered as the bitter draughts swept in. Thirlwell watched the skin curtain he had nailed ac
ing and reckon the half-breed who sold it me got its value in cartridges and food. Now transport's difficult, I
d be a long and strenuous business to break a trail to the south, and in winter the mine was often cut off from the sett
med. "I haven't seen the thing si
ld Musquash said he'd try to make th
don't think a white man could. But I d
f the skin would arrive, because the old half-breed would meet with many dangers on the way. Thirlwell pictured him hauling his sledge up thinly frozen rivers, crossing wide lakes swept by i
to beg for food," Scott rema
y cold, and for a moment or two a shaggy, white figure, indistinct in the semi-darkness, struggled to close the door. Then there was
a sick man on his hands for three or four days and wants one of us to r
k?" Thirlw
ch claim on us, but Father Lucien's a goo
and tent, but generally returned in winter to a shack near the mine. Scott and Thirlwell had found his society pleasant when they sat round the stove on long cold nights, for the prie
l we draw cuts for
ard the blizzard rage among the tossing pines; but he was curious
rrow if you're wanted," he said, and putting on
would mean death. For some moments the icy gale stopped his breathing, and he stumbled forward, seeing nothing, until he struck a pine, which he seized and leaned against. Looking round, with his back to
tell where he was going; but the Indian plodded on, his white figure showing faintly through the snow. At length, when Thirlwell was nearly exhausted, another sound mingled with the scream of the gale, and he knew it was the turmoil of the Grand Rapid, where the
frozen skin was horribly painful. Then he began to recover and saw that the Indian had gone and Father Lucien sat by a bunk fixed to the wall. The priest wore an old buckskin jacket with a tasseled fringe, and long, soft moccasins, and looked like
ight only that I cannot trust myself to keep awake and neglect just now mig
ty blue blanket on the bunk. Driscoll's face was turned to
atter with St
burning. They went in and found him unconscious, an empty whisky bottle on
probably have cleaned out the shack and left Steve to freeze. I don't know that he'd have been regre
ides, have you often
thing when one of the boys at the mine called him a whisky runner, and I thought
ay mark the turning, and if he lives until daybreak I'll feel hopeful. Bu
was true or not. That's what puzzled me. It
a strange, dark man, but he needs
red, and pulled his chair to the stove when Father Lucie
hought the sound disturbed Driscoll, because he moved and muttered brokenly. Thirlwell, however, could not hear what he said, and getting drowsy with the dry warmth of the stove, struggled to keep awake. He was not sure that he altogether succeeded, for now and then his head fell forward and
ed as if he tried to speak, and Thirlwell thought his brain was clear, but saw next moment that Driscoll was not watching him.
roke," he said hoarsely. "She rolled
range was drowned. His manner hinted that he was trying to excuse himself for something he had done. Shrin
in Driscoll's voice and look had jarred his nerves, and it cost him an effort not to waken Father Lucien. It was not time yet and the priest needed sleep. Driscol
ited, had less trouble to keep awake, and at length roused Father Lucien, as he had been told. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning, the
ter standing for a time beside the bun
disturb him now," he said. "He's slee
the stove got red, and sitting in a corner out
ngely," Thirlwell remarked. "Is a sick
dered brain, but the imagination sometimes centers on and distorts things th
the thing. Somebody-Strange
think he mea
an accident-he could not stop her swinging across the stream-as if he were answering somebody
ent on: "You have been with him for thre
quietly. "You can be trus
nder why the canoe capsized. Were they drunk, or was
it is my business to cure his sickness, but I can go no f
about the capsize, and I'm curious. You see, I me
sitated, and the
de, but worn and stained as if it had been soaked in water. "I found this when I undressed Driscoll," h
oved abruptly. He knew something about ore and saw that the stone
d the silver," Father
, but after all they had no solid foundation, and h
een mistaken about one thing. Is it logical t
es without remorse,
king on a brain disorder
may be superstition, or something greater. I
"Well, I doubt if we will ever kno
know or not. One thing is certain: if wrong has been done, it will be made right
is nothing else to do. In the meantime,
r Lucien told him that Driscoll was better
"I've had enough of watching Steve, and don't mind
e latter knew when to be silent and it would do no good to talk about the matter unless something happened to throw a light upon the
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