“What do you mean by that?”
“Ha, ha! She is in good company. She has a man now—a good man—a man such as a woman ought to love,” croaked the venomous crone, glaring.
“In heaven's name, speak out, old woman! Who's she with?”
“Charley Seguis. He is a good man. The women all love him.” And she rocked herself to and fro, like some horrible old witch. Donald stared at her, wild-eyed.
“When did he get her?” he groaned. “How? Where?”
“Two days ago, at the other cabin,” broke in Tom, hastily. “We waited for him there, and he came and got her.”
“Was there anyone with him, or did he come alone?”
“Two others, an Indian and a French trapper,” was the answer.
“Where did they go?” The little, close cabin seemed to reel about the distraught lover.
“To Sturgeon Lake.”