"Come through from the Landing on the river?" asked Ripley, as he filled a short black pipe with the tobacco he shaved from a plug.
"How"s the trail?"
"Good and hard, except for the slush at the Boiler and another stretch just below the Cascade." Lapierre rolled a cigarette. "Hear you caught MacNair with the goods at last," he ventured.
Ripley nodded.
"Looks like it," he admitted. "But what do you mean, "at last"?"
The quarter-breed laughed lightly and blew a cloud of cigarette-smoke ceilingward. "I mean he has had things pretty much his own way the last six or eight years."
"Meanin" he"s been runnin" whiskey all that time?" asked Craig.
Lapierre nodded. "He has run booze enough into the North to float a canoe from here to Port Chippewayan."
It was Ripley"s turn to laugh. "If you are so all-fired wise, why haven"t you made a complaint?" he asked. "Seems like I never heard you and MacNair were such good friends,"
Lapierre shrugged. "I know a whole lot of men who have got their full growth because they minded their own business," he answered. "I am not in the Mounted. That"s what you are paid for."
Ripley flushed. "We"ll earn our pay on this job all right. We"ve got the goods on him this time. And, by the way, Lapierre, if you"ve got anything in the way of evidence, we"ll be wanting it at the trial.
Better show up in May, and save somebody goin" after you. If you run onto any Indians that know anything, bring them along."
"I will be there," smiled the other. "And since we are on the subject, I can put you wise to a little deal that will net you some first-hand evidence." The officers looked interested, and Lapierre continued: "You know where Brown"s old cabin is, just this side of the Methye portage?" Ripley nodded. "Well, if you should happen to be at Brown"s on New Year"s Day, just pull up the puncheons under the bunk and see what you find."
"What will we find?" asked Craig.
Lapierre shrugged. "If I were you fellows I wouldn"t overlook any bets," he answered meaningly.
"Why New Year"s Day any more than Christmas, or any other day?"
"Because," answered Lapierre, "on Christmas Day, or any other day before New Year"s Day, you won"t find a d.a.m.ned thing but an empty hole--that is why. Well, I must be going." He fastened the throat of his _parka_ and drew on his cap and mittens. "So long! See you in the spring. Shouldn"t wonder if I will run onto some Indians, this winter, who will tell what they know, now that MacNair is out of the way. I know plenty of them that can talk, if they will."
"So long!" answered Ripley as Lapierre left the room. "Much obliged for the tip. Hope your hunch is good."
"Play it and see," smiled Lapierre, and banged the door behind him.
Moving slowly northward upon a course that paralleled but studiously avoided the old Methye trail, two men and a dog-team plodded heavily through the snow at the close of a shortening day. Ostensibly, these men were trappers; and, save for a single freight piece bound securely upon the sled, their outfit varied in no particular from the outfits of others who each winter fare into the North to engage in the taking of fur. A close observer might have noted that the eyes of these men were hard, and the frequent glances they cast over the back-trail were tense with concern.
The larger and stronger of the two, one Xavier, a sullen riverman of evil countenance, paused at the top of a ridge and pointed across a snow-swept beaver meadow. "T"night we camp on dees side. T"mor" we cross to de mout" of de leetle creek, and two pipe beyon" we com" on de cabin of Baptiste Chambre."
The smaller man frowned. He, too, was a riverman, tough and wiry and small. A man whose pinched, wizened body was a fitting cloister for the warped soul that flashed malignantly from the beady, snakelike eyes.
"_Non, non_!" he cried, and the venomous glance of the beady eyes was not unmingled with fear. "We ke"p straight on pas" de beeg swamp.
Me--I"m no lak" dees wintaire trail." He pointed meaningly toward the marks of the sled in the snow.
The other laughed derisively. "_Sacre_! you leetle man, you Du Mont, you "fraid!"
The other shrugged. "I"m "fraid, _Oui_, I"m lak" I ke"p out de jail.
Tostoff, she say, you com" on de cabin of Brown de Chrees"mas Day.
_Bien_! Tostoff, she sma"t mans. Lapierre, too. Tostoff, she "fraid for de wintaire trail, but she "fraid for Lapierre mor"."
Xavier interrupted him. "_Tra la_, Chrees"mas Day! Ain"t we got de easy trail? Two days befor" Chrees"mas we com" on de cabin of Brown.
Baptiste Chambre, she got de beeg jug rum. We mak" de grand dronk--one day--one night. Den we hit de trail an com" on de Clearwater Chrees"mas Day sam" lak" now. Tostoff, de Russ, she nevair know, Lapierre, she nevair know. _Voila_!"
Still the other objected. "Mebe so com" de storm. What den? We was"e de time wit" Baptiste Chambre. We no mak" de Clearwater de Chrees"mas Day--eh?"
Xavier growled. "De Chrees"mas Day, d.a.m.n! We no mak" de Chrees"mas Day, we mak" som" odder day. Lapierre"s d.a.m.n" Injuns com" for de wheeskey on Chrees"mas Day, she haf to wait. Me--I"m goin" to Baptiste Chambre. I"m goin" for mak" de beeg dronk. If de snow com" and de dog can"t pull, I"m tak" dees leetle piece on ma back to the Clearwater."
He reached down contemptuously and swung the piece containing ten gallons of whiskey to his shoulder with one hand, then lowered it again to the sled.
"You know w"at I"m hear on de revair?" he asked, stepping closer to Du Mont"s side and lowering his voice. "I"m hearin" MacNair ees een de jail. I"m hearin" Lapierre she pa.s.s de word to hit for Snare Lake, for deeg de gol"."
"Did Lapierre tell you to deeg de gol", or me? _Non_. He say, you go to Tostoff." The snakelike eyes of the smaller man glittered at the mention of gold. He clutched at the other"s arm and cried out sharply:
"MacNair arres"! _Sacre_! Com", we tak" de wheeskey to de Clearwater an" go on to Snare Lake."
This time it was Xavier"s eyes that flashed a hint of fear. "_Non_!"
he answered quickly. "Lapierre, she----"
The other silenced him, speaking rapidly. "Lapierre, she t"ink she mak" us w"at you call, de double cross!" Xavier noted that the malignant eyes flashed dangerously--"Lapierre, she sma"t but me--I"m sma"t too. Dere"s plent" men "long de revair lak" to see de las" of Pierre Lapierre. And plent" Injun in de Nort" dey lak" dat too. But dey "fraid to keel him. We do de work--Lapierre she tak" de money.
_Sacre_! Me--I"m "fraid, too." He paused and shrugged significantly.
"But som" day I"m git de chance an" den leetle Du Mont she dismees Lapierre from de serveece. Den me--I"m de bos". _Bien_!"
The other glanced at him in admiration.
"Me, I"m goin" "long to Snare Lake," he said, "but firs" we stop on Baptiste Chambre an" mak" de beeg dronk, eh!" The smaller man nodded, and the two sought their blankets and were soon sleeping silently beside the blazing fire.
A week later the two rivermen paused at the edge of a thicket that commanded the approach to Brown"s abandoned cabin on the Clearwater.
The threatened storm had broken while they were still at Baptiste Chambre"s cabin, and the two days" debauch had lengthened into five.
Chambre"s jug had been emptied and several times refilled from the contents of Tostoff"s concealed cask, which had been skilfully tapped and as skilfully replenished as to weight by the addition of snow water.
The effect of their protracted orgy was plainly visible in the bloodshot eyes and heavy movements of both men. And it was more from force of long habit than from any sense of alertness or premonition of danger that they crouched in the thicket and watched the smoke curl from the little iron stovepipe that protruded above the roof of the cabin.
"Dem Injun she wait," growled Xavier. "Com" on, me--I"m lak" for ketch som" sleep." The two swung boldly into the open and, pausing only long enough to remove their rackets, pushed open the door of the cabin.
An instant later Du Mont, who was in the lead, leaped swiftly backward and, crashing into the heavier and clumsier Xavier bowled him over into the snow, where both wallowed helplessly, held down by Xavier"s heavy pack.
It was but the work of a moment for the wiry Du Mont to free himself, and when he leaped to his feet, cursing like a fiend, it was to look squarely into the muzzle of Corporal Ripley"s service revolver, while Constable Craig loosened the pack straps and allowed Xavier to arise.
"Caught with the goods, eh?" grinned Ripley, when the two prisoners were seated side by side upon the pole bunk.
The sullen-faced Xavier glowered in surly silence, but the malignant, beady eyes of Du Mont regarded the officer keenly. "You patrol de Clearwater now, eh?"
Ripley laughed. "When there"s anything doin" we do."
"How you fin" dat out? Dem Injun she squeal? I"m lak" to know "bout dat."
"Well, it wasn"t exactly an Indian this time," answered Ripley; "that is, it wasn"t a regular Indian. Pierre Lapierre put us on to this little deal."