I'm going to take a good many trips before I die." "Not if you go on to Tete Jaune, you ain't," replied Stevens, biting a huge quid from a black plug.
Aldous had risen to his feet.

Stevens stood up beside him.
"If you go on to Tete Jaune you're a bigger fool than I was in tryin' to swim the outfit across the river to-day," he added.

"Listen!" He leaned toward Aldous, his eyes gleaming.

"In the last six months there's been forty dead men dragged out of the Frazer between Tete Jaune an' Fort George.

You know that.