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Presently he said: "You asked me if I had heard anything of your wife. Listen, and be patient while you listen. Three weeks ago I was camping on the Sundust Plains, over against the Young Sky River. In the morning, as I was lighting a fire outside my tent, my young Cree Indian with me, I saw coming over the crest of a landwave, from the very lips of the sunrise, as it were, a band of Indians. I could not quite make them out. I hoisted my little flag on the tent, and they hurried on to me. I did not know the tribe -- they had come from near Hudson's Bay. They spoke Chinook, and I could understand them. Well, as they came near, I saw that they had a woman with them."
Bagot leaned forward, his body strained, every muscle tense. "A woman! " he said, as if breathing gave him sorrow -- "my wife?"