dle and sent the canoe out into the stream. "Because you see, I've come. I want to speak to you rather particularly, Grange's Andree."
She looked up with suspicion at his suave voice. Dick nodded. His smile was almost bland.
"Why did you tell me that you didn't see Ogilvie that night in the Mission trail?" he asked softly.
"Ah!" she said, and half-sprang up. But Dick was too quick for her. He dropped the paddle, and thrust her back in the seat.
"You can't swim," he said. "And I'm not going to hurt you. Now, what time did you see Robison on that same night?"
"I did never see either," she said with a gasp.
"Did you see them both at the same time?"
"I did not see"
"Were they both in the trail together when you saw them?"
"Nom de Dieu!" she burst out. "You devil!"
""Keep quiet. You near had us over. Both at once, was it?"
"I did never"
"It was both at once then?"
This steady hammering was too much for her.
"Aha," she said, and Dick told her fear by her quickened breathing.
"Now," he said, persuasively, "you will tell me what else you saw, Andree."
"Diable!" she cried, and her voice rose in a scream. "I not see nothing. I not know. Oh—damn you, Dick."
"That matter has already been attended to, thank you. Now, what did you see?"
"I did see nothing."
Dick's hand slid round her wrist softly, and suggestively. "I think you know what it means if you keep on saying that," he said.
"Oh!" Andree shuddered, drawing her head in between her shoulders. Then suddenly she flung it up and looked at him defiantly.
"Est-ce que vous avez envie de moi to tell?" she demanded.
"You have guessed exactly right, Andree."
