A sensitive chill swept all over him, making his flesh creep, and a flush sped over his face from chin to brow.

To-day he must pick up all these threads again, must make things right for Billy, must replace the money he had stolen, must face Kathleen again he shuddered.

Was he at the Cote Dorion still?
He looked round him.

No, this was not the sort of house to be found at the Cote Dorion.

Clearly this was the hut of a hunter.