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ur innocent companions, but you have the effrontery to bring the evidence of your guilt into this fort along with you." As McLeod spoke, he laid hold of a scalp which still dropped fresh blood as it hung at the hunter's saddle-bow. "If I'm to answer to you for every scalp I choose to lift in self-defence, the sooner I quit you the better," answered Larocque sulkily. "Was there any occasion to lift this scalp at all?" demanded McLeod, as he seized the man by the collar. "Who talks of lifting scalps?" growled a loud, deep-toned voice. All eyes were instantly turned on the speaker, and the crowd fell back to permit Mr Macgregor, the person in command of the Mountain Fort, to approach the scene of action. The man who now appeared on the scene was a sad and a terrible sight to behold. He was one of that wretched class of human beings who, having run a long course of unbridled wickedness, become total wrecks in body and mind long before the prime of manhood has been passed. Macgregor had been a confirmed drunkard for many years. He had long lost all power of self-control, and had now reached that last fearful stage when occasional fits of _delirium tremens_ rendered him more like a wild beast than a man. Being a large and powerful man, and naturally passionate, he was at these times a terror to all who came near him. He had been many years in charge of the fur-trading establishment, and having on many occasions maltreated the Indians, he was hated by them most cordially. One of his mad fits had been on him for some days before the arrival of March Marston and his friends. He had recovered sufficiently to be able to stagger out of his room just at the time the buffalo hunters, as above described, entered the square of the fort. As he strode forward, with nothing on but his shirt and trousers, his eyes bloodshot, his hair matted and dishevelled, and his countenance haggard in the extreme, he was the most pitiable, and, at the same time, most terrible specimen of human degradation that the mind of man could conceive of. "What now! who has been lifting scalps?" he growled between his set teeth, striding up to Larocque, and glaring in his face, with his bloodshot eyes, like a tiger. McLeod held up the bloody scalp. "Who did it?" roared Macgregor. "I did," said Larocque with an attempt at a defiant air. The words had barely passed his lips when he received a blow between the eyes that felled him to
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