On the edge of the cedar and spruce forest old Pierre Radisson built the fire.

Father, if he is out theredying" Pierre Radisson stood up.

It was more of a furrow in the snow, and Pierre Radisson followed it, expecting to find the dog dead at the end of it.

It was she who first saw Pierre Radisson coming over their trail, and she ran swiftly back to Kazan and gave the warning.

" "I guessed that much," replied Radisson.

It was a miracle that Pierre Radisson should put the blanket about Kazan, and carry him in to the camp, without scratch or bite.

" For a long time after she had gone into the tent, old Pierre Radisson sat on the edge of the sledge, facing the fire, with Kazan at his feet.

Pierre Radisson emptied the sledge of everything but the tent, blankets, food and the furry nest for baby Joan.

Perhaps it was largely because he had heard other men cough like this, and that for generations his sledge-dog ancestors had heard men cough as Radisson coughedand had learned what followed it.

For a long time after they made camp Pierre Radisson sat beside the fire.

He did not like to see Radisson enter the tent, for stronger than ever there hung that oppressive mystery in the air about him, and it seemed to be a part of Pierre.

But no sooner had Radisson moved in the tent than Gray Wolf was gone.

Pierre Radisson laughed when she flung her arms about him, and coughed to prove that what he said was true.

Darkness and the coming of the storm did not drive Pierre Radisson into camp.

In the silent gloom that was almost night Pierre carried his compass in his hand, and at last, late in the afternoon, they came to a break in the timber-line, and ahead of them lay a plain, across which Radisson pointed an exultant hand.

In that tent where Radisson had gone were Joan and the baby.

He knew that Pierre would not hurt them, but he knew also that with Pierre Radisson something terrible and impending was hovering very near to them.

She followed like a sneaking shadow over the trail Pierre Radisson had made, and when Kazan heard her again, long after midnight, he lay with, his head erect, and his body rigid, save for a curious twitching of his muscles.

Pierre Radisson was dead.

No one could have looked at Pierre Radisson's face onceand not have understood.

Pierre Radisson carried them in a water-proof box in a pocket of his bearskin coat.

Pierre Radisson lay on his balsam bed, with nothing over him now but the gray sky and the spruce-tops.

He was not old, like Pierre Radisson.

Bay of the North: the story of Pierre Radisson.

Bay of the North: the story of Pierre Radisson.