“I expect to,” said Gault cautiously, “but I must reserve myself full freedom of action. He has got to satisfy me that he can dispose of it to the best advantage of your interests.”
“When does it go?” asked Loseis.
“To-morrow morning.”
“By the usual route?”
“No. I am sending it to Fort Good Hope; and thence by my launch to the Crossing.”
Loseis felt that here was a point she could stick on. “I would rather have it go by pack train as usual, direct to the Crossing over the prairie,” she said.
“That would take two weeks longer.”
“Just the same, I request you to send it in that manner.”
“I must decline.”
The red flags flew in Loseis’ cheeks. “You have said that it was my fur,” she said. “Very well, I order you to send it out as I desire.”