"Marche! Marche!" called the breeds to the giddés, and the cavalcade swung over the long trail.
CHAPTER XII
"YOU MAY COME IN A BLIZZARD!"
"Voyez les Kamattawa trains," shrieked Maurice Nicolet, the cache runner, speeding through the storm-thrashed gates of Oxford House.
"Mon Dieu, dat so?" exclaimed Clement Nemaire. "In dis blizzard? W'ere you be see dem, Maurice?"
"'Cross de lac! W'en de snow she stop fallin' some, I see dose trains wan meenit come ovaire de trail."
"Run!" Nemaire admonished. "Tell de Factor dat, queeck!"
The cache runner bolted into the trading room. Macleod was not there. Donald Muir, the assistant trader, held charge.
"Les Kamattawa trains," he howled. "M'sieu', dey be come ovaire de lac."