Dick looked Pierre in the face, as he said this, in a
manner that cowed him.
"It is time," he said quietly, pointing to the sun, "to
go on. Your bourgeois expects that time won't be
wasted."
Pierre muttered something in an angry tone, and
wheeling round his horse, dashed forward at full gallop,
followed by the rest of the men.
The trappers encamped that night on the edge of a
wide grassy plain, which offered such tempting food for