It was not through his efforts alone that he had been saved in the fight on the Saskatchewan trail.

Blindly he had walked into the trap at the coyote.

Still more blindly he had allowed himself to be led into the ambush at the Wekusko camp.

And more like a child than a man he had submitted himself to Jean Croisset! He stamped back and forth across the room, smoking viciously, and his face grew red with the thoughts that were stirring venom within him.

He placed no weight on circumstances; in these moments he found no excuse for himself.