It is shunned by every living soul between the Athabasca and the bay.

That is why you are safe here." "Ye gods!" breathed Howland.

"Is there anything more, Croisset?
Safe from what, man?
Safe from what ?" "From those who wish to kill you, M'seur.

You would not go into the South, so _la belle_ Meleese has compelled you to go into the North, _Comprenez-vous ?_" For a moment Howland sat as if stunned.
"Do you understand, M'seur ?" persisted Croisset, smiling.
"I--I--think I do," replied Howland tensely.

"You mean--Meleese--" Jean took the words from him.
"I mean that you would have died last night, M'seur, had it not been for Meleese.