Tillie nodded.
“I know. With gold the Snow-Burner can be a great man among the white women. Will the Snow-Burner come back—some time?”
“I will never come back.”
“Ah-hh-hh!” Tillie’s breath came fiercely. “So there is one white woman, then. If I had known——”
But Reivers was whipping and cursing the dogs and hurrying out of hearing.
MacGregor, clear-headed from the rest and food, but still weak, lifted his head and looked around as the sledge sped over the frozen snow.
“A new trail to me, lad,” he said. “Where to, now?”
“On a fool’s trail,” laughed Reivers bitterly, and drove on.
Next morning MacGregor recognised the land ahead.
“Straight for Dumont’s Camp we’re heading, lad,” he said. “Is it there we go?”