You look like my Pierre.

My Pierre, he could do no wrong.

Ba'teese satisfy." It sent a new flow of blood through the veins of Barry Houston,--that simple, quiet statement of the old trapper.

He felt again a surge of the fighting instinct, the desire to keep on and on, to struggle until the end, and to accept nothing except the bitterest, most absolute defeat.

He quickened his pace, the French-Canadian falling in with him.