the end of the logging chain glided over the ice and fell plump
in the hole.

Immediately all was confusion. Jenny kicked and struggled, churning
the water, throwing it about, kicking out in every direction. Once a
horse's head dips strongly, the game is over. No animal drowns more
quickly. The two young boys scrambled away, and French oaths could
not induce them to approach. Molly, still upheld by Fabian, looked
at him piteously with her strange intelligent eyes, holding herself
motionless and rigid with complete confidence in this master who had
never failed her before. Fabian dug his heels into the ice, but
could not hang on. The drowning horse was more than a dead weight.
Presently it became a question of letting go or being dragged into
the lake on top of the animals. With a sob the little Frenchman
relinquished his hold. The water seemed slowly to rise and over-
film the troubled look of pleading in Molly's eyes.

"Assassins!" hissed Laveque at the two unfortunate youths. That
was all.

When the surface of the waters had again mirrored the clouds, they
hauled the carcasses out on the ice and stripped the harness. Then
they rolled the log from the dray, piled the tools on it, and took
their way to camp. In the blue of the winter's sky was a single
speck.

The speck grew. Soon it swooped. With a hoarse croak it lit on
the snow at a wary distance, and began to strut back and forth.
Presently, its suspicions at rest, the raven advanced, and with
eager beak began its dreadful meal. By this time another, which