Baree had awakened something within him--Baree and the _club_.

He went to Thoreau, who had risen from the log.

He laughed again, a bit exultantly.
"I am going north with Father Roland," he said.

"Will you let me have the dog, Thoreau?
It will save you the trouble of killing him." Thoreau stared at him blankly for a moment before he answered.
"That dog?
You?
Into the North ?" He shot a look full of hatred and disgust at Baree.

"Would you risk it, m'sieu ?" "Yes.