Back to Lac Bain, late in September, came MacDonald the map maker.

For ten days Gregson, the investigating agent, had been Bush McTaggart's guest at the Post, and twice in that time it had come into Marie's mind to creep upon him while he slept and kill him.

The factor himself paid little attention to her now, a fact which would have made her happy if it had not been for Gregson.

He was enraptured with the wild, sinuous beauty of the Cree girl, and McTaggart, without jealousy, encouraged him.

He was tired of Marie.
McTaggart told Gregson this.