She had broken his ideal--the ideal he had always hoped for, and had sought for, but had never found, and he told himself that now she was no better than the girl of the hyacinth letter, whose golden beauty and eyes as clear as an angel's had concealed this same deceit that wrecked men's lives.

M'sieur Janette's clean, white skull and the story of how and why M'sieur Janette had died would not be too great a punishment for her.
He resumed his journey, striving to concentrate his mind on other things.

Seven or eight miles to the south and west was the cabin of Jacques Pierrot, a half-breed, who had a sledge and dogs.

He would hire Jacques to accompany him on his patrol in place of Bucky Nome.

Then he would return to Nelson House and send in his report of Bucky Nome's desertion, since he knew well enough after the final remarks of that gentleman that he did not intend to sever his connection with the Northwest Mounted in the regular way.