He has two incentives: he likes you, and hates your adversary." "Ah," said Agatha, smiling, "I wonder which is the stronger!" Father Lucien spread out his hands and his eyes twinkled.

"I am a priest, Miss Strange, and must admit that I cannot tell.

You have won the young man's confidence; but his is a primitive nature, and hate counts for much." "You are an honest man," said Agatha.

"After all, the truth is better than compliments." The party broke up soon afterwards, and early next morning Agatha left the mine with Thirlwell, Drummond, and a white rock-borer as well as the half-breed packers.

They poled up the Shadow for some distance, and then followed a small creek, tracking the canoes, which were heavily loaded.
Indeed, when they carried the freight by relays across the portages, Agatha was surprised to note the quantity of tools and stores.