But he saw it all--the death of our father because a
powerful factor wanted my mother. And after that he knew how and
why our mother died, but not a word of it did he tell us until
years later--after the day of vengeance was past.
"You understand, David? He didn't want me in that. He did it
alone, with good friends from the upper north. He killed the
murderers of our mother and father, and then he buried himself
deeper into the forests with us, and we took our mother's family
names which was Boulain, and settled here on the Yellowknife.
Roger--Black Roger, as you know him--brought the bones of our
father and mother and buried them over in the edge of that plain
where he died and where our first cabin stood. Five years ago a
falling tree crushed him out of shape, and his mind went at the
same time, so that he has been like a little child, and was always
seeking for Roger Audemard--the man he once was. That was the man
your law wanted. Roger Audemard. Our brother,"
"OUR brother," cried David. "Who is the other?"
"My sister."
"Yes?"
"Marie-Anne."
"Good God!" choked David. "St. Pierre, do you lie? Is this another
bit of trickery?"
"It is the truth," said St.
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