"Your vow?" he asked. "Will you hold it till I come?"
"Yes—and after," she plagued.
"Till I come," Dunvegan pleaded.
"Yes," Desirée answered, softening. "I told you I would never marry a Hudson's Bay man."
"Keep it well, then," he adjured—"till I come!"
It took effort to release her warm palms! Dunvegan turned hastily to the priest.
"Good-bye, Brochet." Their hands welded.
"A Dieu," murmured his friend.
There was a mist in Dunvegan's eyes as he walked. Father Brochet noted that he stumbled a little in reaching the canoe.
"Wik! Wik!" Wahbiscaw called. The craft slanted through the channel and was gone.