For a moment, as the big French-Canadian bent over him, he stared with glazed, unseeing eyes, at last to turn dully at the sharp, questioning voice of the trapper: "Murder--you know murder ?" There was a long moment of silence.

Then, as though with an effort which took his every atom of strength, Houston shook himself, as if to throw some hateful, vicious thing from him, and turned, with a parrying question: "Did you ever find who did it ?" "No.

But sometime--Ba'teese not forget.

Ba'teese always wait.
Ba'teese always look for certain things--that were in the deed-box.
There was jewelry--Ba'teese remember.

Sometime--" Then he switched again.