It MUST have been LE BON DIEU! Others might doubt, but she--never.

She recalled all that Le Beau had told her about the wild dog--how for many days he had robbed the traps, and the terrific fight he had made when at last he was caught.

And of all that The Brute had said there stood out most the words he had spoken one day.
"He is a devil, but he was not born of wolf.

NON, some time, a long time ago, he was a white man's dog." A WHITE MAN'S DOG! Her soul thrilled.

Once--a long time ago--he had known a master with a white heart, just as she had known a girlhood in which the flowers bloomed and the birds sang.