Then the policeman made the discovery that Jean Bènard's team was headed upstream.
"Hallo, Jean," he cried, "are you going to leave us?"
"Not I, M'sieu Anderton," said the trapper with a grin. "I go wid you to Fort Malsun to help you look after Chigmok an' zee odders. But I zee team sold to M'sieu Stane, an' he goes to zee Engleesh Mission."
"To the English Mission!" Then a light broke on the policeman, and he turned to where Stane and Helen stood together, with laughter in their eyes. "I could shake you—shake you both," he said. "It is a pretty game to cheat me out of the job of best man. But, Great Christopher! it's the tip-top thing to do, to marry before you go out of the wilderness."
"That missionary," laughed Stane, "is a Godsend. It would be folly not to use the opportunity he represents."
"So I should think if I were in your shoes," laughed Anderton, joining in the laughter.
"And Jean says he laughs like an angel," cried Helen gaily. "I want to see him, naturally. I have never seen an angel laugh!"
"But I have! And so has Stane," replied the policeman. "How soon do you take the trail to Paradise? We'll wait and see you start!"
"We're ready now," said Stane.
"Then it's time you were off!"