“Bam-by he lean over with his knife.  Wa!  Bear jomp up lak he was burn wit’ fire!  Little chain break and before Michel can tak a breath, bear fetch him a crack with the steel trap acrost his head!

“Wa!  Wa!  Michel’s forehead is bus’ open from here to here lak that!  Michel drop his knife in the snow.  Him get ver’ sick.  Warm blood run all down his eyes, and he can’t see not’ing no more.

“Bear grab Michel round his body and squeeze him pretty near till his eyes jomp out.  Michel say a little prayer then.  Him say him awful sorry he ain’t confessed this year.

“But always he fight that bear and fight some more.  Always he is try get his hands aroun’ that hairy throat.  Bear tear Michel’s shoulder with his teeth.  Michel feel the hot blood run down inside his shirt and get cold.

“Michel, him always thinkin’ Colina is not far, but he will not call to her.  She is only a girl him say; she can’t do not’ing to a crazy bear.  Bear hurt her too, maybe, and John Gaviller is mad for that.

“So Michel he jus’ fight.  He is ver’ tire’ now.  And always they stamping and tumbling and rolling in the snow, and big red spots drop all aroun’.

“Colina, she tell me the end of it.  Colina say she is walkin’ sof’ in the poplar bush looking sharp and all tam listen for game.  All is ver’ quiet in the bush.

“Bam-by she hear a fonny little noise way off.  Twigs crackling, and somesing bumping and tromping in the snow.  Colina think it is big game and go quick.  Some tam she stop and listen.  Bam-by she hear fonny snarling and grunting.  She know there is a fight and she is a little scare.  But she go more fas’.

“Wa!  Wa!  What a sight she sec there!  Poor Michel he pretty near done.  She can’t see his face no more for blood.  She think he got no face now.  Michel he see her come, and say to her loud as he can:  ’Go way!  Go way!  You get hurt and John Gaviller give me hell!’

“Colina say not know what to do.  Them two turn around so fas’ she ‘fraid to shoot.  She run aroun’ and aroun’ them always looking for a chance.  Bam-by she see the handle of Michel’s knife in a hole in the snow.  She grab it up.  She watch her chance.  Woof!  She stick that bear between the neck and the shoulder!

“That is all!” said Poly.  “Bear, him grunt and fall down.  Stick his snoot in the snow.  Michel crawl away.  Colina is fall down too and cry lak a baby.  For a little while all three are dead!

“Then Colina wash his wounds with clean snow, and tear up her petticoat for to mak’ bandage.  She put him on his snowshoes and drag him back where the dogs is.  She bring him quick to the fort.  In one week Michel is go to his traps same as ever.  That is the story!”

“By God, there’s a woman!” cried Peter.  Ambrose said nothing.

When Poly Goussard reembarked in his dug-out a heavy constraint fell upon the two partners.