Dunvegan saw his right hand clench and clutch the air. He held an imaginary weapon. The old scar was ripped from his heart. He was the primeval man, red with rage, thirsting for revenge, and baited blind because vengeance had been torn from his grasp.
And as if under the electric prick of his tense words the Nor'wester stirred. He muttered once and opened his eyelids. Straight up into Macleod's awful face he stared, and his eyes suddenly gleamed with recognition.
"My son—my boy?" demanded the Factor hoarsely.
The Nor'wester's lips strove a little and parted.
"Gaspard!" he groaned with his last breath.
THE END
NOVELS OF FRONTIER LIFE BY
WILLIAM MacLEOD RAINE
MAVERICKS.