CHAPTER XXIV.
Kent had not forgotten that he was an outlaw, but he was not afraid.
Now that he had something new and thrilling to fight for, he fell back again upon what he called "the finesse of the game." He approached Chippewyan cautiously, although he was sure that even his old friends at the Landing would fail to recognize him now.

His beard was four or five inches long, and his hair was shaggy and uncut.

Picard had made him a coat, that winter, of young caribou skin, and it was fringed like an Indian's.

Kent chose his time and entered Chippewyan just before dusk.
Oil lamps were burning in the Hudson's Bay Company's store when he went in with his furs.

The place was empty, except for the factor's clerk, and for an hour he bartered.