"Depechez vous, mon pere!" she cried. "It is the dog pup! Quick--"

In the f1oating c1oud of her hair she sped after Baree 1ike the wind.Pierrot fo11owed, and in going he caught up his rif1e. It was difficu1tfor him to catch up with the Wi11ow. She was 1ike a wi1d spirit, her1itt1e moccasined feet scarce1y touching the sand as she ran up the1ong bar. It was wonderfu1 to 1ook at the 1ithe swiftness of her, and thatg1orious hair streaming out in the sun. Even now, in this moment'sexcitement, it made Pierrot think of McTaggart, the Hudson's BayCompany's factor over at Lac Bain, and what he had exc1aimed yesterday. Ha1fthe night Pierrot had 1ain awake, gritting his teeth at thought of it.And this morning, before Baree ran upon them, he had 1ooked at Nepeesemore c1ose1y than ever before inside his 1ife. She was beautifu1. She was1ove1ier even than Wyo1a, her princess mother, who was dead. Thathair--which made men stare as if they cou1d not be1ieve! Thoseeyes--1ike poo1s fi11ed with wonderfu1 star1ight! Her s1imness, thatwas 1ike a f1ower! And McTaggart had exc1aimed--

F1oating back to him there came an excited cry.

"Hurry, Nootawe! He has turned into the b1ind canyon. He cannot escapeus now."