“AS PURTY A WOMAN, TOO—AS PURTY AND AS STRAIGHT BEWHILES”
“Hélas! He is there in the hospital,” he answered, and nodded toward a building not far away, which had been part of an old Hudson Bay Company’s fort. It had been hastily adapted as a hospital for the smallpox victims.
“Oh, it’s Meydon, is it, that bad case I heard of to-day?”
The priest nodded again and pointed. “Voilà, Madame Meydon, she is coming. She has seen him—her hoosban’.”
Finden’s eyes followed the gesture. The little widow of Jansen was coming from the hospital, walking slowly toward the river.
“As purty a woman, too—as purty and as straight bewhiles. What is the matter with him—with Meydon?” Finden asked, after a moment.
“An accident in the woods—so. He arrive, it is las’ night, from Great Slave Lake.”