the bear which had maltreated Tom Ferrol.

Castine's eyes were fixed on the dead beast. Everything was gone from
him now--even the way to his meagre livelihood; and the cause of it all,
as he in his blind, unnatural way thought, was this girl before him--this
girl and her people. Her back was towards the door. Anger and passion
were both at work in him at once.

"Chris," he said, "Chris, let's call it even-eh? Let's make it up.
Chris, ma cherie, don't you remember when we used to meet, and was fond
of each other? Let's make it up and leave here--now--to-night-eh?

"I'm not so poor, after all. I'll be paid by Papineau, the leader of the
Rebellion--" He made a couple of unsteady steps towards her, for he was
weak yet. "What's the good--you're bound to come to me in the end!
You've got the same kind of feelings in you; you've--"

She had stood still at first, dazed by his words; but she grew angry
quickly, and was about to speak as she felt, when he went on:

"Stay here now with me. Don't go back. Don't you remember Shangois's
house? Don't you remember that night--that night when--ah! Chris, stay
here--"

Her face was flaming. "I'd rather stay in a room full of wild beasts
like that"--she pointed to the bear" than be with you one minute--you
murderer!" she said, with choking anger.

He started towards her, saying: