He did not notice that her eyes
were watching him curiously, or that her lips trembled once or
twice, as if about to speak words which never came. Jeanne, as
well as he, seemed to have discovered something which neither
dared to reveal in that last five minutes on the shore.
"There is one thing that I must know," said Philip, when they were
about to start, "and that is where to find Fort o' God? Is it on
the Churchill?"
"It is on the Little Churchill, M'sieur, near Waskiaowaka Lake."
Darkness concealed the effect of her words upon Philip. For a
moment he stared like one struck dumb. He stifled the exclamation
that rose to his lips. He felt himself trembling. He knew that if
he spoke his voice would betray him.
NEAR WASKIAOWAKA LAKE! And Waskiaowaka was within thirty miles of
his own camp on the Blind Indian! If a bomb had burst under his
feet he could not have been more amazed than at this information,
given to him in Jeanne's quiet voice. Fort o' God--within thirty
miles of the scene where very soon he was to fight the great
battle of his life! He dug his paddle into the water and sent the
canoe hissing up the river. His blood pounded like that of a
racehorse on the home-stretch.
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