He
gave his reasons for believing it, and that Bram Johnson, three
times a murderer, was alive. He asked that another man be sent
after the Indians, and explained, as nearly as he could, the
direction he would take in his pursuit of Bram.
When the report was finished and sealed he had omitted just one
thing.
Not a word had he written about the rabbit snare woven from a
woman's hair.
CHAPTER IV
The next morning the tail of the storm was still sweeping bitterly
over the edge of the Barren, but Philip set out, with Pierre
Breault as his guide, for the place where the half-breed had seen
Bram Johnson and his wolves in camp. Three days had passed since
that exciting night, and when they arrived at the spot where Bram
had slept the spruce shelter was half buried in a windrow of the
hard, shot like snow that the blizzard had rolled in off the open
spaces.
From this point Pierre marked off accurately the direction Bram
had taken the morning after the hunt, and Philip drew the point of
his compass to the now invisible trail.
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