you keep off trapped grounds. The Crees will wipe you out if you don't."
Hertel smiled good-naturedly at the warning. He knew only too well the law of the fur-country that there shall be no trespass in another's valleys.
"Oh, by the way!" continued Campbell, "if you're not afraid of Windigo, Injun-devils, and such nonsense, there's a country over west that old Joe, my head man, can tell you about. You won't be running into any of the Crees over there; they won't go near it; they say it's full of evil spirits,"
Hertel's keen face lighted with interest.
"Were ees dees countree?"
"It lies four or five days' travel straight west, on Harricanaw waters. The Cree name for this branch is Devil's River. I'll call Tom; he started to trap it once, but was almost scared to death and quit."
Presently a wrinkled Cree, aged in the Company's service, was smoking a pipe with Hertel and the factor.
"You know the trail to the valley of the Windigo, Tom?"
The Indian looked suspiciously at the two men, then nodded gravely.
"Good huntin'-ground? No Injun trap that valley?"
The Cree shook his head. "No Injun hunt dere for long tam; too much devil. Plentee game dere, I t'ink."
"How far is it from here?"
"Four, five sleep."
