Jacqueline of Golden RiverEmanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Philosophy
Jacqueline of Golden River
Emanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Fiction
It was the _amanita_, the deadliest and the most widely distributed of
the fungi, and the direst of all vegetable poisons to man and beast
alike. The alkaloid which it contains takes effect only some hours
after its ingestion, when it has entered the blood-streams and begun
its disintegrating action upon the red corpuscles. The dogs must have
partaken of it on the preceding afternoon.
Jacqueline joined me. The tears were streaming down her cheeks; she
slipped her arm through mine and looked mutely at me.
I knew this was Leroux's work. He had tricked me again. I had seen
clusters of the frozen fungus outside St. Boniface. I suppose that,
when winter comes suddenly, such growths remain standing till spring
thaws and rots them, retaining in the meanwhile all their noxious
qualities.
It would have been an easy matter for one of Leroux's agents to have
cast a few handfuls of the deadly powder over the fish while the sleigh
stood waiting outside Danton's door, and the jolting of the vehicle
would have shaken the substance down into the middle of the heap, so
that it would be three or four days before the dogs got to the poisoned
fish.
I was mad with anger. The white landscape seemed to swim before my
eyes. I meant to kill the man now, and without mercy. I would be as
unscrupulous as he. He would be in this place by the afternoon; I
would wait for him outside the trail. My pistols----
Jacqueline was looking up into my face in terror. The sight of her
recalled me to my senses. Leroux afterward--first my duty to her!
"Paul! What is the matter, Paul?" she cried. "I never saw you look
like that before."
I calmed myself and led her away, and presently we were standing before
the fire again.
"Jacqueline," I said, "it is easier to go on than to turn back now."
She watched me like a lip-reader. "Yes, Paul; let us go on," she
answered.
So we went on. But our journey was to be very different now. There
was no possibility of taking much baggage with us. We took a few
things out of our suit-cases and disposed them about us as best they
could.
The heavy sleeping-bags would have made our progress, encumbered as we
were with our fur coats, too slow; but I had hopes that we would reach
the trappers' huts that afternoon, and so decided to discard them in
favour of the fur-lined sleigh-rug, which would, at least, keep
Jacqueline warm.
So we strapped on our snow-shoes, and I made a pack and put three days'
supplies of food in it and fastened it on my shoulders, securing it
with two straps from the harness. I rolled the rug into a bundle and
tied it below the pack; and thus equipped, we left the dead beasts and
the useless sleigh behind us for Leroux's satisfaction, and set out
briskly upon our march.
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