The Connecticut labor press., 1919-06-28
CHAPTER VIII.
Dreams of the Nioht.

JacQueline and I were together, the only human beings within a score of miles. We were seated side by side in the sleigh at which the dogs pulled steadily.
 The mystery of Jacqueline's rescue by Captain Dubois had been a simple one. The young man with the mus tache was a certain Philippe Lacroix, we'll known to Dubois, a member of a good family but of dissolute habits just such a one as Leroux found it convenient to attach to his political fortunes by timely financial aid.
 There was no doubt that he had been in New, York with Leroux, and that they had matched the plot to kid nap Jacqueline after had been struck down
 Fortunately for us, Lacroix, igno- rant, es was LerOux himself, that the two ships had exchanged roles and du- ties, took Jacque11ne aboard the Sainta-Vierge, where Captain Dubois, who was watching in anticipation of just such a scheme, seized him and marched him at pistol point to the house on Paul street, in which Lacroix was kept a prisoner by friends of Du bGis until the Sainte-Vierge had sailed.
 Dubois left us at St. Boniface with a final caution against Leroux, and proceeded along the shore with his bags of mail ; but first he had a satis- factory conversation with M. Danton concern Ing us.
 panton, who of course knew Jacque- 1ine> took the opportunity of assuring me that her father, though a recluse and a misanthrope who had not left his seigniory for forty years, was said to be a man of heart and would un- dou5tedly forgive us. He was clearly under the impression that we were married, and since Dubois had not en- nghtened him on this point I did not do so. ~-. .-
 RI. Danton had his sleigh and eight nne-loOking dogs ready for us. I pur- chased these outright in order to carry no hostages. We took with us several days supply of food, little tent, sleeping bags and frozen fish for the animals.
 It was a strange situation. It might easily have become an impossible one. But 1t was sacred comradeship, refined above the love of friend for friend. of lover for lover, by her faith, her help lessness and need.
 ! think that she liked best to sit be- side me in the narrow sleigh and lean against my shoulder, her physical weariness the reflection of her spirit uAl unrest. She did not want to think, and she wanted me to shield her.
 But even in this solitude fear drove me on, for knew that a relentless enemy followed hard after us, camp the miles between us by the snnolder- ing ashes of our old fires.
 At nightfall would pitch the tent for Jacqueline and place her sleeping bag within, and while she slept would lie by the huge fire near the dogs, and we kept watch over her together
 So passed three days and nights.
 The fourth short day drew toward remember that we camped late, for the sun had already dipped to the level horizon and was casting black, mile long shadows across the snow.
 hammered in the pegs and built a fire with dry boughs, collecting a quan- tity of wood sufficient to last until morning. Then Jacquelfne made tea and we ate our supper and crept into our sleeping bags and lay down.
 I could not still my mind. The un- certainty ahead of US, the knowledge of Leroux behind tried me soreIy. and only Jacqueline's need sustained my courage
 AS I was on the point of dropping asleep I heard a lone wolf howl from afar, and instantly the pack took up tine cry. One of the dogs, a great, tnwny beast who led them, crept toward me and put his head down by mine, whimpeFing. The rest rOamed caaselessly about the fire, answering Ahe wolf's challenge with deep, wolf Mke baying.
 I drew my pistols from the pockets of my fur coat. It was pleasant to handle them. They gave me assur- a2ce We were two fugitives in land where every mans hand might be against us, but at least had the means to guard my own.
 Jacqueline glided out of the tent mmd knelt beside me, putting her arms RhWut the dogs neck and her head
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