Then
he straightened and faced Chloe, who stood regarding him with flashing
eyes.
"So you did get away from him after all?" she said, "and when he
followed you, you shot him! Just a boy--and you shot him in the back!"
The voice trembled with the scorn of her words. MacNair pushed roughly
past her.
"Don't be a damn fool!" he growled, and called over his shoulder:
"Better rest him up for three or four days, and send him down to Fort
Resolution. He'll stand the trip all right by that time, and the
doctor may want to poke around for that bullet." Suddenly he whirled
and faced her. "Where is Lapierre?" The words were a snarl.
"So you want to kill him, too? Do you think I would tell you if I
knew? You--you _murderer_! Oh, if I--" But the sentence was cut
short by the loud banging of the door. MacNair had returned into the
night.
An hour later, when she and Big Lena quitted the bedroom, Corporal
Ripley was breathing easily. Her thoughts turned at once to the
Louchoux girl. She recalled the look of terror that had crept into the
girl's eyes as she gazed into the upturned face of MacNair.
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