Good medicine,
he called it again, a righteous sort of punishment set upon him
for the moral cowardice he had betrayed in falling down in worship
at the feet of another man's wife. The York boat was very close to
the head of the raft now. He saw Marie-Anne herself fling a rope
to St. Pierre. Then the boat swung alongside. In another moment
St. Pierre had leaned over, and Marie-Anne was with him on the
raft. For a space everything else in the world was obliterated for
David. He saw St. Pierre's arms gather the slim form into their
embrace. He saw Marie-Anne's hands go up fondly to the bearded
face. And then--
Carrigan cut the picture there. He turned his shoulder to the raft
and snapped the binoculars in the case at his belt. Some one was
coming in his direction from the bateau. It was the riverman who
had brought to Marie-Anne the news of St. Pierre's arrival. David
went down to meet him. From the foot of the ridge he again turned
his eyes in the direction of the raft. St. Pierre and Marie-Anne
were just about to enter the little cabin built in the center of
the drifting mass of timber.
XV
It was easy for Carrigan to guess why the riverman had turned back
for him.
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