Both the Yellowknives and the Dog Ribs call
him KICHEOO KIMOW, or King, and the same rumors say there is never
starvation or plague in his regions; and it is fact that neither
the Hudson's Bay nor Revillon Brothers in their cleverest
generalship and trade have been able to uproot his almost dynastic
jurisdiction. The Police have had no reason to investigate or
interfere."
At least that was the gist of what Carrigan had read in McVane's
report. But he had never associated it with the name of Boulain.
It was of St. Pierre that he had heard stories, St. Pierre and his
black pennon with its white bear and fighting wolves. And so--it
was St. Pierre BOULAIN!
He closed his eyes and thought of the long winter weeks he had
passed at Hay River Post, watching for Fanchet, the mail robber.
It was there he had heard most about this St. Pierre, and yet no
one he had talked with had ever seen him; no one knew whether he
was old or young, a pigmy or a giant. Some stories said that he
was strong, that he could twist a gun-barrel double in his hands;
others said that he was old, very old, so that he never set forth
with his brigades that brought down each year a treasure of furs
to be exchanged for freight.
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