Dave was right, and an instant later the French hunter and trapper stepped into the opening. He gazed around sharply to see if the young pioneer had any companions with him. His clothing was almost in tatters, and his general manner showed that he had been having a hard time of it.
"Are you alone, Morris?" was his first question.
"Perhaps I had better ask you that question," came just as quickly from the young pioneer.
"Yes, I am alone," was the answer. "I was making my way to your father's trading-post when I saw the deer and shot it."
"And I shot the fawn. What were you going to do at the trading-post?"
"I wish to talk to your father on matters of business."
"Did Jean Bevoir send you?"
At the mention of Bevoir, Hector Bergerac's face grew dark and took on a look full of bitterness.
"No, he did not send me, I came of my own accord. I was a fool to go with him in the first place, and that is why I wish to see your father."
"Did you have anything to do with the looting of the pack-train?"