He had caught the flash of light from the door and had seen Nanette go to the cage, and his eyes did not leave her until she returned into the cabin.

He laughed as he went to his fire and finished making the WAHGUN he was fastening to the end of a long pole.

This WAHGUN and the pole added to his own cleverness were saving him twelve good fox skins, and he continued to chuckle there in the fireglow as he thought how easy it was to beat a woman's wits.

Nanette was a fool to refuse the pelts, and Jacques was--dead.

It was a most lucky combination of circumstances for him.