is."

Armour could not but respect the chief for the way this request was put,
but still it galled him to think that he was under suspicion of having
done any bodily injury to his wife, so he quietly persisted: "Do you
think I have done Lali any harm?"

"The thing is strange," replied the other. "You are of those who are
great among your people. You married a daughter of a red man. Then she
was yours for less than one moon, and you sent her far away, and you
stayed. Her father was as a dog in your sight. Do men whose hearts are
clear act so? They have said strange things of you. I have not believed;
but it is good I know all, that I may say to the tale-bearers, 'You have
crooked tongues.'"

Armour sat for a moment longer, his face turned to the open window. He
was perfectly still, but he had become grave. He was about to reply to
the chief, when the trader entered the room hurriedly with a newspaper
in his hand. He paused abruptly when he saw Eye-of-the-Moon. Armour felt
that the trader had something important to communicate. He guessed it
was in the paper. He mutely held out his hand for it. The trader handed
it to him hesitatingly, at the same time pointing to a paragraph, and
saying: "It is nearly two years old, as you see. I chanced upon it by
accident to-day."

It was a copy of a London evening paper, containing a somewhat
sensational account of Lali's accident. It said that she was in a
critical condition. This time Armour did not ask for brandy, but the
trader put it out beside him. He shook his head. "Gordon," he said
presently, "I shall leave here in the morning. Please send my men to
me."

The trader whispered to him: "She was all right, of course, long ago,
Mr. Armour, or you would have heard."

Armour looked at the date of the paper. He had several letters from
England of a later date, and these said nothing of her illness. It
bewildered him, made him uneasy. Perhaps the first real sense of his
duty as a husband came home to him there. For the first time he was
anxious about the woman for her own sake. The trader had left the room.

"What a scoundrel I've been!" said Armour between his teeth, oblivious,
for the moment, of Eye-of-the-Moon's presence. Presently, bethinking
himself, he turned to the Indian. "I've been debating," he said.
"Eye-of-the-Moon, my wife is in England, at my father's home. I am
going to her. Men have lied in thinking I would do her any injury,
but--but--never mind, the harm wa