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Book, page 111 / 172 And then a strange darkness closed him in, and in that darkness he heard still the sweet voice of his wife. It spoke his name again and again, and it urged him to wake up--wake up--WAKE UP! It seemed a long time before he could respond to it. But at last he opened his eyes. He dragged himself to his knees, and looked first to find Brokaw. But the man hunter had gone--forever. The picture was still in his hand. Less distinctly than before he saw the girl smiling at him. And then--at his back--he heard a strange and new sound. With an effort he turned to discover what it was. The match had hidden an unseen spark from Brokaw's eyes. From out of the pile of fuel was rising a pillar of smoke and flame. THE HONOR OF HER PEOPLE "It ees not so much--What you call heem?--leegend, thees honor of the Beeg Snows!" said Jan softly. He had risen to his feet and gazed placidly over the crackling box-stove into the eyes of the red-faced Englishman. "Leegend is lie! Thees is truth!" There was no lack of luster in the black eyes that roved inquiringly from the Englishman's bantering grin to the others in the room. Mukee, the half Cree, was sitting with his elbows on his knees gazing with stoic countenance at this new curiosity who had wandered four hundred miles northward from civilization. Williams, the Hudson's Bay man who claimed to be all white, was staring hard at the red side of the stove, and the factor's son looked silently at Jan. He and the half-breed noted the warm glow in the eyes that rested casually upon the Englishman. "It ees truth--thees honor of the Beeg Snows!" said Jan again, and his moccasined feet fell in heavy, thumping tread to the door. That was the first time he had spoken that evening, and not even the half
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