We're not on the buffalo trail now.

You understand ?" Jacques nodded.
"Hadn't you better say it ?" The warning voice drew up the half-breed's face swiftly, and he replied: "I am to do what you please." "Exactly.

You've been with me six years--ever since I turned Bear Eye's moccasins to the sun; and for that you swore you'd never leave me.

Did it on a string of holy beads, didn't you, Frenchman ?" "I do it again." He drew out a rosary, and disregarding Belward's outstretched hand, said: "By the Mother of God, I will never leave you!" There was a kind of wondering triumph in Belward's eyes, though he had at first shrunk from Jacques's action, and a puzzling smile came.
"Wherever I go, or whatever I do ?" "Whatever you do, or wherever you go." He put the rosary to his lips, and made the sign of the cross.
His master looked at him curiously, intently.

Here was a vain, naturally indolent half-breed, whose life had made for selfishness and independence, giving his neck willingly to a man's heel, serving with blind reverence, under a voluntary vow.
"Well, it's like this, Jacques," Belward said presently; "I want you, and I'm not going to say that you'll have a better time than you did in the North, or on the Slope; but if you'd rather be with me than not, you'll find that I'll interest you.