“I must ask you to believe she wrote that message,” rejoined Seguis, coldly.
“Well, I don't believe it, and I won't,” was Donald's equally cool retort. “It's a hoax, pure and simple.”
“The writing may be a hoax, but the sense is not.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked Donald, sharply.
“I mean that what Is contained in that letter goes as it stands. I will give you a safe-conduct out of the country, if you'll accept it. If you won't, I shall restore you to the Hudson Bay officials, with an apology for having interfered with justice.” Seguis's tone was level and determined.
McTavish lost color.
“You can't mean that, Seguis,” he said, earnestly.
“I do mean it,” was the inflexible reply.
Donald reflected for a moment. The situation was getting out of his hands. He must dominate matters at all costs. The plans that he had set in motion must not stop until they had gone on to their inevitable, crushing conclusion. It was evident that the half-breed was equally determined. The battle now lay between them.
“I refuse to go,” he said, resolutely.