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"Monsieur le Monacan," said Haward

Hugon snarled like an angry wolf, and strained at the rope which bound his

arms

Haent on evenly: "Your tribe has smoked the peace pipe with the

white reat white

father at Williah They buried the hatchet very deep; the dead

leaves of many moons of Cohonks lie thick upon the place where they buried

it Why have youit alone of your color?"

"Diable!" cried Hugon "Pig of an Englishman! I will kill you for"-"For an handful of blue beads," said Haward, with a cold s of an Indian! I will send a Nottoway to teach the Monacans how to lay

a snare and hide a trail"

The trader, gasping with passion, leaned across the table until his eyes

ithin a foot of Haward's unmoved face "Who showed you the trail and

told you of the snare?" he whispered "Tell lishman,--tell me that!"

"A storry with his

Monacans, and sent it"

"Was it Audrey?"

Haward laughed "No, it was not Audrey And so, Monacan, you have yourself

fallen into the pit which you digged"

From the fireplace came the schoolmaster's slow voice: "Dear sir, can you

show the pit? Why should this youth desire to harm you? Where is the storm

bird? Can you whistle it before a justice of the peace or into a court

roo back in his chair, his