And never did a Dog Rib or a
Yellowknife open his mouth about KICHEOO KIMOW St. Pierre, the
master of their unmapped domains. In that great country north and
west of the Great Slave he remained an enigma and a sphinx. If he
ever came out with his brigades, he did not disclose his identity,
so that if one saw a fleet of boats or canoes with the St. Pierre
pennon, one had to make his own guess whether St. Pierre himself
was there or not. But these things were known--that the keenest,
quickest, and strongest men in the northland ran the St. Pierre
brigades, that they brought out the richest cargoes of furs, and
that they carried back with them into the secret fastnesses of
their wilderness the greatest cargoes of freight that treasure
could buy. So much the name St. Pierre dragged out of Carrigan's
memory. It came to him now why the name "Boulain" had pounded so
insistently in his brain. He had seen this pennon with its white
bear and fighting wolves only once before, and that had been over
a Boulain scow at Chipewyan. But his memory had lost its grip on
that incident while retaining vividly its hold on the stories and
rumors of the mystery-man, St.
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