And after that--the face at the window, and the shot!" Philip felt the half-breed's arm quiver.
"I must tell you about him or you will not understand," he went on, and there was effort in his voice now.

"The man whose face you saw was my brother.

Ah, you start! You understand now why I was glad you failed to kill him.

He was bad, all that could be bad, M'sieur, but blood is thicker than water, and up here one does not forget those early days when childhood knows no sin.

And my brother came up from the south as canoe-man for the man I wanted to kill! A few hours before you saw his face at the window I met him in the forest.