The Gun-Brand Part 21
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Constable Darling, at Fort Resolution, said he'd received no complaint, so I didn't hurry through."
With a swift glance toward the storehouse, into which MacNair had disappeared, Chloe motioned the man into the cottage. "The--the attack was nothing," she hastened to a.s.sure him. "But there is something--a complaint that I wish to make against a man who is, and has been for years, doing all in his power to debauch and brutalize the Indians of the North." The girl paced nervously up and down as she spoke, and she noted that the youthful officer leaned forward expectantly, his wide boyish eyes narrowed to slits.
"Yes," he urged eagerly, "who is this man? And have you got the evidence to back your charge? For I take it from your words you intend to make a charge."
"Yes," answered Chloe. "I do intend to make a charge, and I have my evidence. The man is MacNair. Brute MacNair he is called----"
"What! MacNair of Snare Lake--Bob MacNair of the barren grounds?"
"Yes, Bob MacNair of the barren grounds." A moment of silence followed her words. A silence during which the officer's face a.s.sumed a troubled expression.
"You are sure there is no mistake?" he asked at length.
"There is no mistake!" flashed the girl. "With my own eyes I have seen enough to convict a dozen men!"
Even as she spoke, a form pa.s.sed the window, and a heavy tread sounded on the veranda. Stepping quickly to the door, Chloe flung it open, and pointing toward MacNair, who stood, rifle in hand, cried; "Officer, arrest that man!"
Corporal Ripley, who had risen to his feet, stood gazing from one to the other; while MacNair, speechless, stared straight into the eyes of the girl.
CHAPTER XVI
MACNAIR GOES TO JAIL
The silence in the little room became almost painful. MacNair uttered no word as his glance strayed from the flushed, excited face of the girl to the figure of Corporal Ripley, who stood hat in hand, gazing from one to the other with eyes plainly troubled by doubt and perplexity.
"Well, why don't you do something?" cried the girl, at length. "It seems to me if I were a man I could think of something to do besides stand and gape!"
Corporal Ripley cleared his throat. "Do I understand," he began stiffly, "that you intend to prefer certain charges against MacNair--that you demand his arrest?"
"I should _think_ you would understand it!" retorted the girl. "I have told you three or four times."
The officer flushed slightly and s.h.i.+fted the hat from his right to his left hand.
"Just step inside, MacNair," he said, and then to the girl: "I'll listen to you now, if you please. You must make specific charges, you know--not just hearsay. Arresting a man in this country is a serious matter, Miss Elliston. We are seven hundred miles from a jail, and the law expects us to use discretion in making an arrest. It don't do us any good at headquarters to bring in a man unless we can back up our charge with strong evidence, because the item of transportation of witnesses and prisoner may easily run up into big money. On the other hand it's just as bad if we fail or delay in bringing a guilty man to book. What we want is specific evidence. I don't tell you this to discourage any just complaint, but only to show you that we've got to have direct and specific evidence. Now, Miss Elliston, I'll hear what you've got to say."
Chloe sank into a chair and motioned the others to be seated. "We may as well sit down while we talk. I will try to tell you only the facts as I myself have seen them--only such as I could swear to on a witness stand." The officer bowed, and Chloe plunged directly into the subject.
"In the first place," she began, "when I brought my outfit in I noticed in the scows, certain pieces with the name of MacNair painted on the burlap. The rest of the outfit, I think, consisted wholly of my own freight. I wondered at the time who MacNair was, but didn't make any inquiries until I happened to mention the matter to Mr. Lapierre. That was on Slave River. Mr. Lapierre seemed very much surprised that any of MacNair's goods should be in his scows. He examined the pieces and then with an ax smashed them in. They contained whiskey."
"And he destroyed it? Can you swear it was whiskey?" asked the officer.
"Certainly, I can swear it was whiskey! I saw it and _smelled_ it."
"Can you explain why Lapierre did not know of these pieces, until you called his attention to them?"
Chloe hesitated a moment and tapped nervously on the table with her fingers. "Yes," she answered, "I can. Mr. Lapierre took charge of the outfit only that morning."
"Who was the boss scowman? Who took the scows down the Athabasca?"
"A man named Vermilion. He was a half-breed, I think. Anyway, he was a horrible creature."
"Where is Vermilion now?"
Again Chloe hesitated. "He is dead," she answered. "Mr. Lapierre shot him. He shot him in self-defence, after Vermilion had shot another man."
The officer nodded, and Chloe called upon Big Lena to corroborate the statement that Lapierre had destroyed certain whiskey upon the bank of Slave Lake. "Is that all?" asked the officer.
"No, indeed!" answered Chloe. "That isn't all! Only last week, I went to visit MacNair's fort on Snare Lake in company with Mr. Lapierre and Lena, and four canoemen. We got there shortly after dark. Fires had been built on the beach--many of them almost against the walls of the stockade. As we drew near, we heard loud yells and howlings that sounded like the cries of animals, rather than of human beings. We approached very close to the sh.o.r.e where the figures of the Indians were distinctly visible by the light of the leaping names. It was then we realized that a wild orgy of indescribable debauchery was in progress. The Indians were raving drunk. Some lay upon the ground in a stupor--others danced and howled and threw fire-brands about in reckless abandon.
"We dared not land, but held the canoe off sh.o.r.e and watched the horrible scene. We had not long to wait before the inevitable happened. The whirling fire-brands falling among the cabins and against the walls of the stockade started a conflagration, which soon spread to the storehouse. And then MacNair appeared on the scene, rus.h.i.+ng madly among the Indians, striking, kicking, and hurling them about. A few sought to save themselves by escaping to the timber.
And, jerking a rifle from the hand of an Indian, MacNair fired twice at the fleeing men. Two of them fell and the others escaped into the timber."
"You did not see any whiskey in the possession of these Indians?" asked Corporal Ripley. "You merely surmised they were drunk by their actions?"
Chloe nodded. "Yes," she admitted, "but certainly there can be no doubt that they were drunk. Men who are not drunk do not----"
MacNair interrupted her. "They were drunk," he said quietly, "very drunk."
"You admit that?" asked the officer in surprise. "I must warn you, MacNair, that anything you say may be used against you." MacNair nodded.
"And, as to the killing of the men," continued Chloe, "I charge MacNair with their murder."
"Murder is a very serious charge, Miss Elliston. Let's go over the facts again. You say you were in a canoe near the sh.o.r.e--you saw a man you say was MacNair grab a rifle from an Indian and kill two men. Stop and think, now--it was night and you saw all this by firelight--are you sure the man who fired the shots was MacNair?"
"Absolutely!" cried the girl, with a trace of irritation.
"It was I who shot," interrupted MacNair.
The officer regarded him curiously and again addressed the girl. "Once more, Miss Elliston, do you know that the men you saw fall are dead?
Mere shooting won't sustain a charge of murder."
Chloe hesitated. "No," she admitted reluctantly. "I did not examine their dead bodies, if that is what you mean. But MacNair afterward told me that he killed them, and I can swear to having seen them fall."
"The men are dead," said MacNair.
The officer stared in astonishment. Chloe also was puzzled by the frank admission of the man, and she gazed into his face as though striving to pierce its mask and discover an ulterior motive. MacNair returned her gaze unflinchingly and again the girl felt an indescribable sense of smallness--of helplessness before this man of the North, whose very presence breathed strength and indomitable man-power.
"Was it possible," she wondered, "that he would dare to flaunt this strength in the very face of the law?" She turned to Corporal Ripley, who was making notes with a pencil in a little note-book. "Well," she asked, "is my evidence _specific_ enough to warrant this man's arrest?"
The officer nodded slowly. "Yes," he answered gravely. "The evidence warrants an arrest. Very probably several arrests."
"You mean," asked the girl, "that you think he may have--an accomplice?"
"No, Miss Elliston, I don't mean that. In spite of your evidence and his own words, I don't think MacNair is guilty. There is something queer here. I guess there is no doubt that whiskey has been run into the territory, and that it has been supplied to the Indians. You charge MacNair with these crimes, and I've got to arrest him."
Chloe was about to retort, when the officer interrupted her with a gesture.
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