"Good dog, good dog, it's all right, Bouche; however it goes, it's all right," said Hume.
Then the dog lay down and watched his master until he drew the blankets to his chin, and sleep drew oblivion over a fighting soul.
At ten o'clock next morning Jaspar Hume presented himself at the chief factor's office. He bore with him the letters he had written the night before.
The factor said: "Well, Hume, I am glad to see you. That woman's letter was on my mind all night. Have you anything to propose? I suppose not," he added despairingly, as he looked closely into the face of the other. "Yes, Mr. Field, I propose that the expedition start at noon to-day."
"In two hours."
"Who are the party?"
"Jeff Hyde, Gaspe Toujours, Late Carscallen, and Cloud-in-the-Sky."
"Who leads them, Hume? Who leads?"
"With your permission, I do."
"You? But, man, consider the danger and--your invention!"
"I have considered all. Here are three lett