And do you know why?
It is because you have fought the fight of a strong man.

It does not take great soul in a man to match knife against knife, or bullet against bullet.

Not to keep one's word, to play a hopeless part in the dark, to leap when the numma wapew is over the eyes and you are blind--that takes a man.

And now, when Jean Jacques Croisset says for the first time that there is a ray of hope for you, where a few hours ago no hope existed, will you give me again your promise to play the part you have been asked to play ?" "Hope!" Philip was at Jean's side in an instant.

"Jean, what do you mean?
Is it that you, even YOU--now give me hope of possessing Josephine ?" Slowly Jean rose from his chair.
"I am part Cree, M'sieur," he said.