Pierrot! Bah! It would not be the first time he had killed a man--or the second.
McTaggart laughed again, and he walked still faster.

There was no chance of his losing--no chance for Nepeese to get away from him.
He--Bush McTaggart--was lord of this wilderness, master of its people, arbiter of their destinies.

He was power--and the law.
The sun was well up when Pierrot, standing in front of his cabin with Nepeese, pointed to a rise in the trail three or four hundred yards away, over which McTaggart had just appeared.
"He is coming." With a face which had aged since last night he looked at Nepeese.

Again he saw the dark glow in her eyes and the deepening red of her parted lips, and his heart was sick again with dread.

Was it possible-- She turned on him, her eyes shining, her voice trembling.
"Remember, Nootawe--you must send him to me for his answer," she cried quickly, and she darted into the cabin.