A shot on a lonely trap line, a single knife thrust--and who would know?
Who would guess where Pierrot had gone?
And it would all be Pierrot's fault.

For the last time he had seen Pierrot, he had made an honest proposition: he would marry Nepeese.

Yes, even that.

He had told Pierrot so.

He had told Pierrot that when the latter was his father-in-law, he would pay him double price for furs.
And Pierrot had stared--had stared with that strange, stunned look in his face, like a man dazed by a blow from a club.