vate hanging
he shot two men. He killed a third in an attempt to save his brother at
Moose Factory. Since then, Forbes, Bannock, Fleisham and Gresham have
disappeared, and they all went out after him. They were all good men,
powerful physically, skilled in the ways of the wilderness, and as
brave as tigers. Yet they all failed. And not only that, they lost their
lives. Whether DeBar killed them, or led them on to a death for which
his hands were not directly responsible, we have never known. The
fact remains that they went out after De Bar--and died. I am not
superstitious, but I am beginning to think that DeBar is more than a
match for any one man. What do you say? Will you go with Moody, or--"
"I'll go alone, with your permission," said Philip.
The inspector's voice at once fell into its formal tone of command.
"Then you may prepare to leave at once," he said. "The factor at Fond du
Lac will put you next to your man. Whatever else you require I will give
you in writing some time to-day."
Philip accepted this as signifying that the interview was at an end, and
rose from his seat.
That night he added a postscript to the letter which he had written
home, saying that for a long time he would not be heard from again. The
midnight train was bearing him toward Le Pas.
Chapter X. Isobel's Disappearance
Four hundred miles as an arrow might fly, five hundred by snowshoes and
dog-sledge; up the Pelican Lake waterway, straight north along the edge
of the Geikie Barrens, and from Wollaston westward, Philip hurried--not
toward the hiding place of William DeBar, but toward Lac Bain.
A sledge and six dogs with a half-breed driver took him from Le Pas as
far as the Churchill; with two Crees, on snow-shoes, he struck into the
Reindeer country, and two weeks later bought a sledge and three dogs at
an Indian camp on the Waterfound. On the second day, in the barrens to
the west, one of the dogs slit his foot on a piece of ice; on the third
day the two remaining dogs went lame, and Philip and his guide struck
camp at the headwater of the Gray Beaver, sixty miles from Lac Bain. It
was impossible for the dogs to move the following day, so Philip left
his Indian to bring them in later and struck out alone.
That day he traveled nearly thirty miles, over a country broken by
timbered ridges, and toward evening came to the beginning of the open
country that lay between him and the forests about Lac Bain. It had been
a hard
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