"And because I make this
wager with myself, I cannot kill you, M'sieu David--though that
might be the best thing to do. I am going to take you to the
Chateau Boulain, which is in the forests of the Yellowknife,
beyond the Great Slave. Nothing will happen to you if you make no
effort to escape. If you do that, you will surely die. And that
would hurt me, M'sieu David, because I love you like a brother,
and in the end I know you are going to grip the hand of Black
Roger Audemard, and get down on your knees to Carmin Fanchet. And
as for Marie-Anne--" Again he interrupted himself, and went out of
the cabin, laughing. And there was no mistake in the metallic
click of the lock outside the door.
For a time David did not move from his seat near the table. He had
not let Roger Audemard see how completely the confession had upset
his inner balance, but he made no pretense of concealing the thing
from himself now. He was in the power of a cut-throat, who in turn
had an army of cut-throats at his back, and both Marie-Anne and
Carmin Fanchet were a part of this ring. And he was not only a
prisoner. It was probable, under the circumstances, that Black
Roger would make an end of him when a convenient moment came.
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