“Where is—Captain McTavish?” she asked, finally.
“On his way to Sturgeon Lake.”
“Did he leave any message for me?”
“A letter that I have in my pocket.”
“May I see it?” she asked eagerly, involuntarily stretching forth her hand.
“How can I hand it to you, if I have to keep this distance?” Seguis asked, quizzically, and met her stare with humorous eyes.
“I'll come and get it,” she announced, “when you have it in your hand, ready for me to take.”
“You haven't thanked me yet for saving his life,” the half-breed reminded her. “If it hadn't been for me, he would now be—”
“Don't!” she cried sharply, going pale of a sudden. “Don't ever make any reference to that!” She paused, then added: “I can't thank you enough though, Seguis, for the fact that you saved his life. Why did you do it?”
“I'll tell you later,” was the non-committal reply. “In the meantime, here is your letter.” He reached inside his shirt, and drew forth a dirty envelope, on which the girl's name was inscribed in pencil. He held it toward her without a word, and the girl clutched at it eagerly.