"_Mon Pere_ make no prayer.
_Mey-oo!_" and he grinned in triumph, for had he not, during all these months, told his master that Tavish was a devil, and that his cabin was filled with little devils?
"Mey-oo," he cried again, louder than before.
"A devil!" and with a swift, vengeful movement he sprang to Tavish, caught him by his moccasined feet, and to David's horror flung him fiercely into the shallow grave.

"A devil!" he croaked again, and like a madman began throwing in the frozen earth upon the body.
David turned away, sickened by the thud of the body and the fall of the clods on its upturned face--for he had caught a last unpleasant glimpse of the face, and it was staring and grinning up at the stars.

A feeling of dread followed him into the cabin.

He filled the stove, and sat down to wait for Father Roland.

It was a long wait.