“Yes. Why, it was murder! Margot was right.”
“Oh! shucks!”
Whereupon Pierre pulled the faster toward the body of his victim.
CHAPTER XIV
SHOOTING THE RAPIDS
Three months earlier, if anybody had told Adrian he would ever be guilty of such “squeamishness” he would have laughed in derision. Now, all unconsciously to himself, the influence of his summer at Peace Island was upon him and it came to him with the force of a revelation that God had created the wild creatures of His forests for something nobler than to become the prey of man.
“Oh! that grand fellow! his splendidly defiant, yet hopeless, facing of death! I wish we’d never met him!”
“Well, of all foolishness! I thought you wanted nothing but the chance at him yourself.”