"_Et prompt retour--certainement!_" answered the girl as, with a wide
sweep of his hat, the quarter-breed turned and made his way toward the
camp of the Indians, which was located in a spruce thicket a short
distance above the clearing. As he disappeared in the timber, Chloe
felt a sudden sinking of the heart; a strange sense of desertion, of
loneliness possessed her as she gazed into the deepening shadows of the
wall of the clearing. She fumed impatiently.
"Why should I care?" she muttered, "I never laid eyes on him until two
weeks ago, and besides, he's--he's an _Indian_! And yet--he's a
gentleman. He has been very kind to me--very considerate. He is only
a quarter-Indian. Many of the very best families have Indian blood in
their veins--even boast of it. I--I'm a _fool_!" she exclaimed, and
passed quickly into the house.
Pierre Lapierre was a man, able, shrewd, unscrupulous. The son of a
French factor of the Hudson Bay Company and his half-breed wife, he was
sent early to school, where he remained to complete his college course;
for it was the desire of his father that the son should engage in some
profession for which his education fitted him.
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