Perhaps you will see more clearly when I tell you--" "Yes, yes," urged Philip.
"-- that this man, the father of the baby, is the Lang who owns Thoreau, who owns that freebooters' hell, who owns the string of them from here to the Athabasca, and who lives in Montreal!" Philip could only stare at Jean, who went on, his face the colour of gray ash in the starlight.
"I must tell you the rest.

You must understand before the great fight comes.

You know--the terrible thing happened in Montreal.

And this man Lang--all the passion of hell is in his soul! He is rich.

He has power up here, for he owns Thoreau and all his cutthroats.