nut hair touched
with frost-dust and coruscating frost-glints.

All this and more, as in a dream, Smoke saw; then, recollecting himself,
his hand fumbled for his cap. At the same moment the wonder-stare in the
girl's eyes passed into a smile, and, with movements quick and vital,
she slipped a mitten and extended her hand.

"How do you do," she murmured gravely, with a queer, delightful accent,
her voice, silvery as the furs she wore, coming with a shock to Smoke's
ears, attuned as they were to the harsh voices of the camp squaws.

Smoke could only mumble phrases that were awkwardly reminiscent of his
best society manner.

"I am glad to see you," she went on slowly and gropingly, her face a
ripple of smiles. "My English you will please excuse. It is not good. I
am English like you," she gravely assured him. "My father he is Scotch.
My mother she is dead. She is French, and English, and a little Indian,
too. Her father was a great man in the Hudson Bay Company. Brrr! It is
cold." She slipped on her mitten and rubbed her ears, the pink of which
had already turned to white. "Let us go to the fire and talk. My name is
Labiskwee. What is your name?"

And so Smoke came to know Labiskwee, the daughter of Snass, whom Snass
called Margaret.

"Snass is not my father's name," she informed Smoke. "Snass is only an
Indian name."

Much Smoke learned that day, and in the days that followed, as the
hunting-camp moved on in the trail of the caribou. These were real wild
Indians--the ones Anton had encountered and escaped from long years
before. This was nearly the western limit of their territory, and in
the summer they ranged north to the tundra shores of the Arctic, and
eastward as far as the Luskwa. What river the Luskwa was Smoke could
not make out, nor could Labiskwee tell him, nor could McCan. On occasion
Snass, with parties of strong hunters, pushed east across the Rockies,
on past the lakes and the Mackenzie and into the Barrens. It was on the
last traverse in that direction that the silk tent occupied by Labiskwee
had been found.

"It belonged to the Millicent-Adbury expedition," Snass told Smoke.

"Oh! I remember. They went after musk-oxen. The rescue expedition never
found a trace of them."

"I found them," Snass said. "But both were dead."

"The world still doesn't know. The word never got out."

"The word never gets out," Snass assured him pleasantly.

"You mean if they had been alive when you found them--?"