Fort, that Tophet could not carry both, that I should be in no danger.
She looked at me so deep--ah, I cannot tell how! then stooped and kissed
me between the eyes--I have never forgot. I struck Tophet, and she was
gone to her happiness; for before 'lights out!' she reached the Fort and
her lover's arms.

"But I stood looking back on the Jumping Sandhills. So, was there ever a
sight like that--those hills gone like a smelting-floor, the sunrise
spotting it with rose and yellow, and three horses and their riders
fighting what cannot be fought?--What could I do? They would have got the
girl and spoiled her life, if I had not led them across, and they would
have killed me if they could. Only one cried out, and then but once, in a
long shriek. But after, all three were quiet as they fought, until they
were gone where no man could see, where none cries out so we can hear.
The last thing I saw was a hand stretching up out of the sands."

There was a long pause, painful to bear. The Trader sat with eyes fixed
humbly as a dog's on Pierre. At last Macavoy said: "She kissed ye,
Pierre, aw yis, she did that! Jist betune the eyes. Do yees iver see her
now, Pierre?"

But Pierre, looking at him, made no answer.




A LOVELY BULLY

He was seven feet and fat. He came to Fort O'Angel at Hudson's Bay, an
immense slip of a lad, very much in the way, fond of horses, a wonderful