"Ah not tell you dat!" said the man with a grin.
"Then tell me what are you going to do with me?"
"You fin' dat out for yourself in a vaire leetle taime," was the answer.
"Then where are you taking me?"
"Oh—Ah tell you dat, mees!" was the reply, given in a manner that implied that the speaker was glad to find something in which he could oblige her. "Ah tak' you to see lak' of zee Leetle Moose, ten, maybe douze miles away."
"But why should you take me there?" asked Helen.
"Non! Ah not tell you dat! You fin' out all in zee good taime," was the reply stolidly given.
Helen looked at the evil, cunning face, and knew that it was no use pursuing inquiries in that direction. She waited a full minute, then she began to ask another question, to her of even vaster moment:
"That man who was with me in the cabin, he——"
"Sacree!" cried the half-breed in a sudden burst of fury. "Dat man he ees dead, Par Dieu! an' eef he was not, I roast heem alive!"