2"Oui, madame, thees is de place. One, two, t'ree island below Stuart River. Thees is t'ree island."
As he spoke, Pierre Fontaine drove his pole against the bank and held the stern of the boat against the current. This thrust the bow in, till a nimble breed climbed ashore with the painter and made fast.
"One leel tam, madame, I go look see."
A chorus of dogs marked his disappearance over the edge of the bank, but a minute later he was back again.
"Oui, madame, thees is de cabin. I mak investigation. No can find mans at home. But him no go vaire far, vaire long, or him no leave dogs. Him come queek, you bet!"
"Help me out, Pierre. I'm tired all over from the boat. You might have made it softer, you know."
From a nest of furs amidships, Karen Sayther rose to her full height of slender
