They revived the man, then bound up his injury hastily, and as the steamer cast off they led him to the bank and passed his grip-sacks to a roustabout.

He said no word as he walked unsteadily up the plank, but turned and stared malignantly at them from the deck; then, as the craft swung outward into the stream, he grinned through the trickle of blood that stole down from beneath his wide hat, if the convulsive grimace he made could be termed a grin, and cried: "I'd like to introduce myself, for I'm coming back to winter with you, Lieutenant! My name is Runnion." And until the steamer was hidden behind the bend below they saw him standing there gazing back at them fixedly.
As Burrell left the two men at the store, he gave his hand frankly to the French-Canadian, and said, while his cheeks flushed: "I want to thank you for saving me from my own awkwardness." Doret became even more embarrassed than the Lieutenant at this show of gratitude, and grunted churlishly.

But when the young man had gone he turned to Gale, who had watched them silently, and said: "He's nice young feller, ole man.

Sapre! Wen he's mad his eye got so red lak' my ondershirt." But the trader made no reply..