Since then he had been able to think of nothing but her.
Twice in that six weeks he had gone down to Pierrot's cabin.

Tomorrow he was going again.

Marie, the slim Cree girl over in his cabin, he had forgotten--just as a dozen others before Marie had slipped out of his memory.

It was Nepeese now.

He had never seen anything quite so beautiful as Pierrot's girl.
Audibly he cursed Pierrot as he looked at a sheet of paper under his hand, on which for an hour or more he had been making notes out of worn and dusty company ledgers.