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enemy's throat, he took Happy upon
The nearest doctor lived fifteen
miles away, and Pierre started on
the- tramp along the trail. It was
ten o'clock in the evening'and twenty
degrees below zero. It might reach
forty below by midnight, for the
thermometer was falling rapidly and
there was that peculiar stillness in
the air which indicates the approach
of intense cold-
For the first mile Pierre made light
of his burden, but soon he was stag
gering painfully through the snow.
Presently he felt a well-known sen
sation in his right foot. It felt as
though it were a prop that did not
belong to him.
Pierre set down his burden and
glanced at it. Happy was still alive.
Pierre rubbed his foot until the cir
culation started; then he chafed Hap
py's hands, which were as cold s
the snow. The fingers dropped stiffly,
like wooden prongs. He took Happy
upon his back again.
The trees cracked with the frost,
the stars gleamed icily. Mile after
mile Pierre reeled off. Now he no
longer stopped to chafe his limbs, for
he knew that unless he reached the
doctor's speedily he would be a mur
derer. Perhaps he was one already.
He had acted In self-defense, but still,
he had killed Happy, or all but killed
He trudged on mechanically, only
his will sustaining him.- He felt the
burden no longer, for the ache in his
back had become part of a universal
pain. Every inch of his body was
ablaze with torture.
On, on, through the frozen woods,
over the ice-bound trail! It was the
thoueht of Mienonne! He must let
t'her know that he had acted as a
man; he had not left Harry to die
It was about two in the morning
that-Doctor Renaud heard a faint
hammering upon the door of "his cot-
tage in the village of Beddington. He
PiBtarted up and listened. Tap, tap!
Tap, tap! "He thrust on. some clothe3
and hurried down.
Two bodies lay. prostrate in the
snow. Their faces were congealed
with ice from their frozen breath, so
that he had to break it with his
hands before he could discover their
identity. Then he carried them in
side. He found indications of life in
one of them.
Two hours later Pierre opened his
eyes suddenly and groaned. The
blood, forcing its way through the
narrowed arteries, stung him like
"There, I guess you'll tie all right
now," said "Doctor Renaud. -"You
may lose a toe or two but I hope
not. If you hadn't had that burden
to keep your blood stirring "
"Is Happy alive?" asked Pierre.
Doctor Renaud glanced! 'at him
through narrowing eyelids. '
"You had been carrying a corpse
for the last couple of hours, Pierre,"
he answered. "Who killed him?"
"I killed him," groaned Pierre.
"With my fist So!" He made a mo
tion to explain, but the arm. dropped
helplessly at his side. "We 'had quar
reled, and h'e came'at trie with his
knife. I stnickhlm on.the jaw--"
"Where is your knife?" asked Doc
tor Renaud. - T V'
Pierre glanced down at his girdle.
"I have it; There is no blood on
it You cannnot'have killed Happy
with your knife."
"No, 'with my fist," groaned
Pierre, and told the doctor the whole
story. When he had ended Renaud
laid his hand on his shoulder.
"Pierre," he said, "Happy died from
a stab through the heart. Your blow
was nothing. He was practically dead
even before you struck him. And you
carried him fifteen miles through the
forest! You did this for the man who
nought your life."
"No," answered Pierre happily. "I
did it for Mignonne!"
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