But I was there but a few hours, Jacques.
Listen--" He pulled out his pipe and began filling it, with his back to the stove.

"You saw people--strangers--at Fort Churchill, Jacques?
They came over on the London ship, and among them there was a woman--" Pierrot's pale face flashed up with sudden animation.
"Ah--zee angel!" he cried.

"That is what my Iowla called her, M'sieur.
See!" He pointed to his bandaged hand.

"Wan day that bete--the Indian dog of mine--did that, an' w'en I jumped up from the snow in front of the company's store, the blood running from me, I see her standing there, white an' scared.

An' then she run to me with a little scream, an' tear something from her neck, an' tie it round my hand.