The scheme had been in his mind for weeks--and the picture determined him.

He dared not whisper his secret even to Gregson.

But it was the one way.

It would give him Nepeese.

Only--he must wait for the deep snows, the midwinter snows.
They buried their tragedies deepest.
McTaggart was glad when Gregson followed the map maker to Norway House.
Out of courtesy he accompanied him a day's journey on his way.