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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30319 ***
+
+BEYOND THE FRONTIER
+
+
+[Illustration: "You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur, if you doubt how my race
+repays insult". Page 80. Beyond the Frontier.]
+
+
+
+
+BEYOND THE FRONTIER
+
+A Romance of Early Days in the Middle West
+
+By RANDALL PARRISH
+
+Author of
+
+"When Wilderness was King," "The Maid of the Forest," Etc.
+
+With Frontispiece
+
+By THE KINNEYS
+
+A. L. BURT COMPANY
+
+Publishers--New York
+
+Published by Arrangements with A. C. McCLURG & Co.
+
+
+
+
+Copyright
+
+A. C. McClurg & Co.
+
+1915
+
+Published October, 1915
+
+Copyrighted in Great Britain
+
+W. F. HALL PRINTING COMPANY, CHICAGO
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+  CHAPTER                                                         PAGE
+        I At the Home of Hugo Chevet                                 1
+       II The Choice of a Husband                                   16
+      III I Appeal for Aid                                          28
+       IV In the Palace of the Intendant                            45
+        V The Order of La Barre                                     61
+       VI The Wife of Francois Cassion                              76
+      VII The Two Men Meet                                          87
+     VIII I Defy Cassion                                           101
+       IX The Flames of Jealousy                                   115
+        X We Attain the Ottawa                                     126
+       XI I Gain Speech With De Artigny                            136
+      XII On the Summit of the Bluff                               148
+     XIII We Reach the Lake                                        158
+      XIV At St. Ignace                                            170
+       XV The Murder of Chevet                                     181
+      XVI My Pledge Saves De Artigny                               192
+     XVII The Break of Storm                                       200
+    XVIII Alone With De Artigny                                    211
+      XIX We Exchange Confidences                                  223
+       XX I Choose My Duty                                         234
+      XXI We Decide Our Course                                     244
+     XXII We Meet With Danger                                      254
+    XXIII The Words of Love                                        267
+     XXIV We Attack the Savages                                    278
+      XXV Within the Fort                                          289
+     XXVI In De Baugis' Quarters                                   299
+    XXVII I Send for De Tonty                                      309
+   XXVIII The Court Martial                                        319
+     XXIX Condemned                                                330
+      XXX I Choose My Future                                       341
+     XXXI We Reach the River                                       350
+    XXXII We Meet Surprise                                         361
+   XXXIII Warriors of the Illini                                   371
+    XXXIV We Wait in Ambush                                        380
+     XXXV The Charge of the Illini                                 390
+    XXXVI The Clearing of Mystery                                  399
+
+
+
+
+BEYOND THE FRONTIER
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+AT THE HOME OF HUGO CHEVET
+
+
+It was early autumn, for the clusters of grapes above me were already
+purple, and the forest leaves were tinged with red. And yet the air
+was soft, and the golden bars of sun flickered down on the work in my
+lap through the laced branches of the trellis. The work was but a
+pretense, for I had fled the house to escape the voice of Monsieur
+Cassion who was still urging my uncle to accompany him on his journey
+into the wilderness. They sat in the great room before the fireplace,
+drinking, and I had heard enough already to tell me there was
+treachery on foot against the Sieur de la Salle. To be sure it was
+nothing to me, a girl knowing naught of such intrigue, yet I had not
+forgotten the day, three years before, when this La Salle, with others
+of his company, had halted before the Ursuline convent, and the
+sisters bade them welcome for the night. 'Twas my part to help serve,
+and he had stroked my hair in tenderness. I had sung to them, and
+watched his face in the firelight as he listened. Never would I forget
+that face, nor believe evil of such a man. No! not from the lips of
+Cassion nor even from the governor, La Barre.
+
+I recalled it all now, as I sat there in the silence, pretending to
+work, how we watched them embark in their canoes and disappear, the
+Indian paddlers bending to their task, and Monsieur la Salle,
+standing, bareheaded as he waved farewell. Beyond him was the dark
+face of one they called De Tonty, and in the first boat a mere boy
+lifted his ragged hat. I know not why, but the memory of that lad was
+clearer than all those others, for he had met me in the hall and we
+had talked long in the great window ere the sister came, and took me
+away. So I remembered him, and his name, Rene de Artigny. And in all
+those years I heard no more. Into the black wilderness they swept and
+were lost to those of us at home in New France.
+
+No doubt there were those who knew--Frontenac, Bigot, those who ruled
+over us at Quebec--but 'twas not a matter supposed to interest a girl,
+and so no word came to me. Once I asked my Uncle Chevet, and he
+replied in anger with only a few sentences, bidding me hold my tongue;
+yet he said enough so that I knew the Sieur de la Salle lived and had
+built a fort far away, and was buying furs of the Indians. It was this
+that brought jealousy, and hatred. Once Monsieur Cassion came and
+stopped with us, and, as I waited on him and Uncle Chevet, I caught
+words which told me that Frontenac was La Salle's friend, and would
+listen to no charges brought against him. They talked of a new
+governor; yet I learned but little, for Cassion attempted to kiss me,
+and I would wait on him no more.
+
+Then Frontenac was recalled to France, and La Barre was governor. How
+pleased my Uncle Chevet was when the news came, and he rapped the
+table with his glass and exclaimed: "Ah! but now we will pluck out the
+claws of this Sieur de la Salle, and send him where he belongs." But
+he would explain nothing, until a week later. Cassion came up the
+river in his canoe with Indian paddlers, and stopped to hold
+conference. The man treated me with much gallantry, so that I
+questioned him, and he seemed happy to answer that La Barre had
+already dispatched a party under Chevalier de Baugis, of the King's
+Dragoons to take command of La Salle's Fort St. Louis in the Illinois
+country. La Salle had returned, and was already at Quebec, but Cassion
+grinned as he boasted that the new governor would not even give him
+audience. Bah! I despised the man, yet I lingered beside him, and thus
+learned that La Salle's party consisted of but two _voyageurs_, and
+the young Sieur de Artigny. I was glad enough when he went away,
+though I gave him my hand to kiss, and waved to him bravely at the
+landing. And now he was back again, bearing a message from La Barre,
+and seeking volunteers for some western voyage of profit. 'Twas of no
+interest to me unless my uncle joined in the enterprise, yet I was
+kind enough, for he brought with him word of the governor's ball at
+Quebec, and had won the pledge of Chevet to take me there with him. I
+could be gracious to him for that and it was on my gown I worked, as
+the two planned and talked in secret. What they did was nothing to me
+now--all my thought was on the ball. What would you? I was seventeen.
+
+The grape trellis ran down toward the river landing, and from where I
+sat in the cool shadow, I could see the broad water gleaming in the
+sun. Suddenly, as my eyes uplifted, the dark outline of a canoe swept
+into the vista, and the splashing paddles turned the prow inward
+toward our landing. I did not move, although I watched with interest,
+for it was not the time of year for Indian traders, and these were
+white men. I could see those at the paddles, voyageurs, with gay
+cloths about their heads; but the one in the stern wore a hat, the
+brim concealing his face, and a blue coat. I knew not who it could be
+until the prow touched the bank, and he stepped ashore. Then I knew,
+and bent low over my sewing, as though I had seen nothing, although my
+heart beat fast. Through lowered lashes I saw him give brief order to
+the men, and then advance toward the house alone. Ah! but this was not
+the slender, laughing-eyed boy of three years before. The wilderness
+had made of him a man--a soldier. He paused an instant to gaze about,
+and held his hat in his hand, the sun touching his tanned cheeks, and
+flecking the long, light-colored hair. He looked strong and manly in
+his tightly buttoned jacket, a knife at his belt, a rifle grasped
+within one hand. There was a sternness to his face too, although it
+lit up in a smile, as the searching eyes caught glimpse of my white
+dress in the cool shade of the grape arbor. Hat still in hand he came
+toward me, but I only bent the lower, as though I knew nothing of his
+approach, and had no interest other than my work.
+
+"Mademoiselle," he said gently, "pardon me, but is not this the home
+of Hugo Chevet, the fur trader?"
+
+I looked up into his face, and bowed, as he swept the earth with his
+hat, seeing at a glance that he had no remembrance of me.
+
+"Yes," I answered. "If you seek him, rap on the door beyond."
+
+"'Tis not so much Chevet I seek," he said, showing no inclination to
+pass me, "but one whom I understood was his guest--Monsieur Francois
+Cassion."
+
+"The man is here," I answered quickly, yet unable to conceal my
+surprise, "but you will find him no friend to Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"Ah!" and he stared at me intently. "In the name of the saints, what
+is the meaning of this? You know me then?"
+
+I bowed, yet my eyes remained hidden.
+
+"I knew you once as Monsieur's friend," I said, almost regretting my
+indiscretion, "and have been told you travel in his company."
+
+"You knew me once!" he laughed. "Surely that cannot be, for never
+would I be likely to forget. I challenge you, Mademoiselle to speak my
+name."
+
+"The Sieur Rene de Artigny, Monsieur."
+
+"By my faith, the witch is right, and yet in all this New France I
+know scarce a maid. Nay look up; there is naught to fear from me, and
+I would see if memory be not new born. Saint Giles! surely 'tis true;
+I have seen those eyes before; why, the name is on my tongue, yet
+fails me, lost in the wilderness. I pray you mercy, Mademoiselle!"
+
+"You have memory of the face you say?"
+
+"Ay! the witchery of it; 'tis like a haunting spirit."
+
+"Which did not haunt long, I warrant. I am Adele la Chesnayne,
+Monsieur."
+
+He stepped back, his eyes on mine, questioningly. For an instant I
+believed the name even brought no familiar sound; then his face
+brightened, and his eyes smiled, as his lips echoed the words.
+
+"Adele la Chesnayne! Ay! now I know. Why 'tis no less than a miracle.
+It was a child I thought of under that name--a slender, brown-eyed
+girl, as blithesome as a bird. No, I had not forgotten; only the magic
+of three years has made of you a woman. Again and again have I
+questioned in Montreal and Quebec, but no one seemed to know. At the
+convent they said your father fell in Indian skirmish."
+
+"Yes; ever since then I have lived here, with my uncle, Hugo Chevet."
+
+"Here!" he looked about, as though the dreariness of it was first
+noticed. "Alone? Is there no other woman?"
+
+I shook my head, but no longer looked at him, for fear he might see
+the tears in my eyes.
+
+"I am the housekeeper, Monsieur. There was nothing else for me. In
+France, I am told, my father's people were well born, but this is not
+France, and there was no choice. Besides I was but a child of
+fourteen."
+
+"And seventeen, now, Mademoiselle," and he took my hand gallantly.
+"Pardon if I have asked questions which bring pain. I can understand
+much, for in Montreal I heard tales of this Hugo Chevet."
+
+"He is rough, a woodsman," I defended, "yet not unkind to me. You will
+speak him fair?"
+
+He laughed, his eyes sparkling with merriment.
+
+"No fear of my neglecting all courtesy, for I come beseeching a favor.
+I have learned the lesson of when the soft speech wins more than the
+iron hand. And this other, the Commissaire Cassion--is he a bird of
+the same plumage?"
+
+I made a little gesture, and glanced back at the closed door.
+
+"Oh, no; he is the court courtier, to stab with words, not deeds.
+Chevet is rough of speech, and hard of hand, but he fights in the
+open; Cassion has a double tongue, and one never knows him." I glanced
+up into his sobered face. "He is a friend of La Barre."
+
+"So 'tis said, and has been chosen by the governor to bear message to
+De Baugis in the Illinois country. I seek passage in his company."
+
+"You! I thought you were of the party of Sieur de la Salle?"
+
+"I am," he answered honestly, "yet Cassion will need a guide, and
+there is none save myself in all New France who has ever made that
+journey. 'Twill be well for him to listen to my plan. And why not? We
+do not fight the orders of the governor: we obey, and wait. Monsieur
+de la Salle will tell his story to the King."
+
+"The King! to Louis?"
+
+"Ay, 'twill not be the first time he has had audience, and already he
+is at sea. We can wait, and laugh at this Cassion over his useless
+journey."
+
+"But he--he is treacherous, Monsieur."
+
+He laughed, as though the words amused.
+
+"To one who has lived, as I, amid savages, treachery is an old story.
+The Commissaire will not find me asleep. We will serve each other, and
+let it go at that. Ah! we are to be interrupted."
+
+He straightened up facing the door, and I turned, confronting my uncle
+as he emerged in advance. He was a burly man, with iron-gray hair, and
+face reddened by out-of-doors; and he stopped in surprise at sight of
+a stranger, his eyes hardening with suspicion.
+
+"And who is this with whom you converse so privately, Adele?" he
+questioned brusquely, "a young popinjay new to these parts I
+venture."
+
+De Artigny stepped between us, smiling in good humor.
+
+"My call was upon you, Monsieur Chevet, and not the young lady," he
+said quietly enough, yet with a tone to the voice. "I merely asked her
+if I had found the right place, and if, Monsieur, the Commissaire
+Cassion was still your guest."
+
+"And what may I ask might be your business with the Commissaire
+Cassion?" asked the latter, pressing past Chevet, yet bowing with a
+semblance of politeness, scarcely in accord with the studied insolence
+of his words. "I have no remembrance of your face."
+
+"Then, Monsieur Cassion is not observant," returned the younger man
+pleasantly, "as I accompanied the Sieur de la Salle in his attempt to
+have audience with the governor."
+
+"Ah!" the word of surprise exploded from the lips. "_Sacre!_ 'tis
+true! My faith, what difference clothes make. I mistook you for a
+_courier du bois_."
+
+"I am the Sieur Rene de Artigny."
+
+"Lieutenant of La Salle's?"
+
+"Scarcely that, Monsieur, but a comrade; for three years I have been
+with his party, and was chosen by him for this mission."
+
+Cassion laughed, chucking the gloomy-faced Chevet in the side, as
+though he would give point to a good joke.
+
+"And little the trip hither has profited either master or man, I
+warrant. La Barre does not sell New France to every adventurer.
+Monsieur de la Salle found different reception in Quebec than when
+Frontenac ruled this colony. Where went the fur-stealer?"
+
+"To whom do you refer?"
+
+"To whom? Heaven help us, Chevet, the man would play nice with words.
+Well, let it go, my young cock, and answer me."
+
+"You mean the Sieur de la Salle?"
+
+"To be sure; I called him no worse than I have heard La Barre speak.
+They say he has left Quebec; what more know you?"
+
+"'Tis no secret, Monsieur," replied De Artigny quietly enough,
+although there was a flash in his eyes, as they met mine. "The Sieur
+de la Salle has sailed for France."
+
+"France! Bah! you jest; there has been no ship outward bound."
+
+"The _Breton_ paused at St. Roche, held by the fog. When the fog
+lifted there was a new passenger aboard. By dawn the Indian paddlers
+had me landed in Quebec."
+
+"Does La Barre know?"
+
+"Faith! I could not tell you that, as he has not honored me with
+audience."
+
+Cassion strode back and forth, his face dark with passion. It was not
+pleasant news he had been told, and it was plain enough he understood
+the meaning.
+
+"By the saints!" he exclaimed. "'Tis a sly fox to break through our
+guard so easily. Ay, and 'twill give him a month to whisper his lies
+to Louis, before La Barre can forward a report. But, _sacre!_ my young
+chanticleer, surely you are not here to bring me this bit of news. You
+sought me, you said? Well, for what purpose?"
+
+"In peace, Monsieur. Because I have served Sieur de la Salle loyally
+is no reason why we should be enemies. We are both the King's men, and
+may work together. The word has come to me that you head a party for
+the Illinois, with instructions for De Baugis at Fort St. Louis. Is
+this true?"
+
+Cassion bowed coldly, waiting to discover how much more his questioner
+knew.
+
+"Ah, then I am right thus far. Well, Monsieur, 'twas on that account I
+came, to volunteer as guide."
+
+"You! 'Twould be treachery."
+
+"Oh, no; our interests are the same so far as the journey goes. I
+would reach St. Louis; so would you. Because we may have different
+ends in view, different causes to serve, has naught to do with the
+trail thither. There is not a man who knows the way as well as I. Four
+times have I traveled it, and I am not a savage, Monsieur--I am a
+gentleman of France."
+
+"And you pledge your word?"
+
+"I pledge my word--to guide you safe to Fort St. Louis. Once there I
+am comrade to Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"Bah! I care not who you comrade with, once you serve my purpose. I
+take your offer, and if you play me false--"
+
+"Restrain your threats, Monsieur Cassion. A quarrel will get us
+nowhere. You have my word of honor; 'tis enough. Who will compose the
+party?"
+
+Cassion hesitated, yet seemed to realize the uselessness of deceit.
+
+"A dozen or more soldiers of the Regiment of Picardy, some _couriers
+du bois_, and the Indian paddlers. There will be four boats."
+
+"You go by the Ottawa, and the lakes?"
+
+"Such were my orders."
+
+"'Tis less fatiguing, although a longer journey; and the time of
+departure?"
+
+Cassion laughed, as he turned slightly, and bowed to me.
+
+"We leave Quebec before dawn Tuesday," he said gaily. "It is my wish
+to enjoy once more the follies of civilization before plunging into
+the wilderness. The Governor permits that we remain to his ball.
+Mademoiselle la Chesnayne does me the honor of being my guest on that
+occasion."
+
+"I, Monsieur!" I exclaimed in surprise at his boastful words. "'Twas
+my uncle who proposed--"
+
+"Tut, tut, what of that?" he interrupted in no way discomposed. "It is
+my request which opens the golden gates. The good Hugo here but looks
+on at a frivolity for which he cares nothing. 'Tis the young who
+dance. And you, Monsieur de Artigny, am I to meet you there also, or
+perchance later at the boat landing?"
+
+The younger man seemed slow in response, but across Cassion's shoulder
+our eyes met. I know not what he saw in the glance of mine, for I gave
+no sign, yet his face brightened, and his words were carelessly
+spoken.
+
+"At the ball, Monsieur. 'Tis three years since I have danced to
+measure, but it will be a joy to look on, and thus keep company with
+Monsieur Chevet. Nor shall I fail you at the boats: until then,
+Messieurs," and he bowed hat in hand, "and to you, Mademoiselle,
+adieu."
+
+We watched him go down the grape arbor to the canoe, and no one spoke
+but Cassion.
+
+"_Pouf!_ he thinks well of himself, that young cockerel, and 'twill
+likely be my part to clip his spurs. Still 'tis good policy to have
+him with us, for 'tis a long journey. What say you, Chevet?"
+
+"That he is one to watch," answered my uncle gruffly. "I trust none of
+La Salle's brood."
+
+"No, nor I, for the matter of that, but I am willing to pit my brains
+against the best of them. Francois Cassion is not likely to be caught
+asleep, my good Hugo."
+
+He turned about, and glanced questioningly into my face.
+
+"And so, Mademoiselle, it did not altogether please you to be my guest
+at the ball? Perchance you preferred some other gallant?"
+
+The sunlight, flickering through the leaves, rested on his face, and
+brought out the mottled skin of dissipation, the thin line of his
+cruel lips, the insolent stare of his eyes. I felt myself shrink,
+dreading he might touch me; yet dominating all else was the thought of
+De Artigny--the message of his glance, the secret meaning of his
+pledge--the knowledge that he would be there. So I smiled, and made
+light of his suspicion.
+
+"It was but surprise, Monsieur," I said gaily "for I had not dreamed
+of such an honor. 'Tis my wish to go; see, I have been working on a
+new gown, and now I must work the faster."
+
+I swept him a curtsey, smiling to myself at the expression of his
+face, and before he could speak had disappeared within. Bah! I would
+escape those eyes and be alone to dream.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+THE CHOICE OF A HUSBAND
+
+
+It was just before dark when Monsieur Cassion left us, and I watched
+him go gladly enough, hidden behind the shade of my window. He had
+been talking for an hour with Chevet in the room below; I could hear
+the rattle of glasses, as though they drank, and the unpleasant
+arrogance of his voice, although no words reached me clearly. I cared
+little what he said, although I wondered at his purpose in being
+there, and what object he might have in this long converse with my
+uncle. Yet I was not sent for, and no doubt it was some conference
+over furs, of no great interest. The two were in some scheme I knew to
+gain advantage over Sieur de la Salle, and were much elated now that
+La Barre held power; but that was nothing for a girl to understand, so
+I worked on with busy fingers, my mind not forgetful of the young
+Sieur de Artigny.
+
+It was not that I already loved him, yet ever since girlhood the
+memory of him had remained in my thought, and in those years since I
+had met so few young men that the image left on my imagination had
+never faded. Indeed, it had been kept alive by the very animosity
+which my uncle cherished against Monsieur de la Salle. The real cause
+of his bitterness, outside of trade rivalry, I never clearly
+understood, but he was ever seeking every breath of gossip from that
+distant camp of adventurers, and angrily commenting thereon. Again and
+again I overheard him conspiring with others in a vain effort to
+influence Frontenac to withdraw his support of that distant
+expedition, and it was this mutual enmity which first brought Cassion
+to our cabin.
+
+With Frontenac's removal, and the appointment of La Barre as
+Governor, the hopes of La Salle's enemies revived, and when
+Cassion's smooth tongue won him a place as Commissaire, all concerned
+became more bold and confident in their planning. I knew little of
+it, yet sufficient to keep the remembrance of those adventures
+fresh in my mind, and never did they recur to me without yielding me
+vision of the ardent young face of De Artigny as he waved me adieu
+from the canoe. Often in those years of silence did I dream of him
+amid the far-off wilderness--the idle dreaming of a girl whose own
+heart was yet a mystery--and many a night I sat at my window
+gazing out upon the broad river shimmering in the moonlight,
+wondering at those wilderness mysteries among which he lived.
+
+Yet only once in all those years had I heard mention of his name.
+'Twas but a rumor floating back to us of how La Salle had reached the
+mouth of a great river flowing into the South Sea, and among the few
+who accompanied him was De Artigny. I remember yet how strangely my
+heart throbbed as I heard the brief tale retold, and someone read the
+names from a slip of paper. Chevet sat by the open fire listening, his
+pipe in his mouth, his eyes scowling at the news; suddenly he blurted
+out: "De Artigny, say you? In the name of the fiend! 'tis not the old
+captain?" "No, no, Chevet," a voice answered testily, "Sieur Louis de
+Artigny has not stepped foot on ground these ten years; 'tis his brat
+Rene who serves this freebooter, though 'tis like enough the father
+hath money in the venture." And they fell to discussing, sneering at
+the value of the discovery, while I slipped unnoticed from the room.
+
+Chevet did not return to the house after Monsieur Cassion's canoe had
+disappeared. I saw him walking back and forth along the river bank,
+smoking, and seemingly thinking out some problem. Nor did he appear
+until I had the evening meal ready, and called to him down the arbor.
+He was always gruff and bearish enough when we were alone, seldom
+speaking, indeed, except to give utterance to some order, but this
+night he appeared even more morose and silent than his wont, not so
+much as looking at me as he took seat, and began to eat. No doubt
+Cassion had brought ill news, or else the appearance of De Artigny had
+served to arouse all his old animosity toward La Salle. It was little
+to me, however, and I had learned to ignore his moods, so I took my
+own place silently, and paid no heed to the scowl with which he
+surveyed me across the table. No doubt my very indifference fanned his
+discontent, but I remained ignorant of it, until he burst out
+savagely.
+
+"And so you know this young cockerel, do you? You know him, and never
+told me?"
+
+I looked up in surprise, scarce comprehending the unexpected
+outburst.
+
+"You mean the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"Ay! Don't play with me! I mean Louis de Artigny's brat. Bah! he may
+fool Cassion with his soft words, but not Hugo Chevet. I know the lot
+of them this many year, and no ward of mine will have aught to do with
+the brood, either young or old. You hear that, Adele! When I hate, I
+hate, and I have reason enough to hate that name, and all who bear it.
+Where before did you ever meet this popinjay?"
+
+"At the convent three years ago. La Salle rested there overnight, and
+young De Artigny was of the party. He was but a boy then."
+
+"He came here today to see you?"
+
+"No, never," I protested. "I doubt if he even had the memory of me
+until I told him who I was. Surely he explained clearly why he came."
+
+He eyed me fiercely, his face full of suspicion, his great hand
+gripping the knife.
+
+"'Tis well for you if that be true," he said gruffly, "but I have no
+faith in the lad's words. He is here as La Salle's spy, and so I
+told Cassion, though the only honor he did me was to laugh at my
+warning. 'Let him spy,' he said, 'and I will play at the same
+game; 'tis little enough he will learn, and we shall need his
+guidance.' Ay! and he may be right, but I want nothing to do with
+the fellow. Cassion may give him place in his boats, if he will, but
+never again shall he set foot on my land, nor have speech with
+you. You mark my words, Mademoiselle?"
+
+I felt the color flame into my cheeks, and knew my eyes darkened with
+anger, yet made effort to control my speech.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; I am your ward and have always been obedient, yet this
+Sieur de Artigny seems a pleasant spoken young man, and surely 'tis no
+crime that he serves the Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"Is it not!" he burst forth, striking the table with his fist. "Know
+you not I would be rich, but for that fur stealer. By right those
+should be my furs he sends here in trade. There will be another tale
+to tell soon, now that La Barre hath the reins of power; and this De
+Artigny--bah! What care I for that young cockerel--but I hate the
+brood. Listen, girl, I pay my debts; it was this hand that broke Louis
+de Artigny, and has kept him to his bed for ten years past. Yet even
+that does not wipe out the score between us. 'Tis no odds to you what
+was the cause, but while I live I hate. So you have my orders; you
+will speak no more with this De Artigny."
+
+"'Tis not like I shall have opportunity."
+
+"I will see to that. The fool looked at you in a way that made me long
+to grip his throat; nor do I like your answer, yet 'twill be well for
+you to mark my words."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Oh, you're sweet enough with words. I have heard you before, and
+found you a sly minx--when my back was turned--but this time it is not
+I alone who will watch your actions. I have pledged you a husband."
+
+I got to my feet, staring at him, the indignant words stifled in my
+throat. He laughed coarsely, and resumed his meal.
+
+"A husband, Monsieur? You have pledged me?"
+
+"Ay! why not? You are seventeen, and 'tis my place to see you well
+settled."
+
+"But I have no wish to marry, Monsieur," I protested. "There is no man
+for whom I care."
+
+He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and laughed.
+
+"Pooh! if I waited for that no doubt you would pick out some cockerel
+without so much as a spur to his heel. 'Tis my choice, not yours, for
+I know the world, and the man you need. Monsieur Cassion has asked me
+to favor him, and I think well of it."
+
+"Cassion! Surely, you would not wed me to that creature?"
+
+He pushed back his chair, regarding me with scowling eyes.
+
+"And where is there a better? _Sacre_! do you think yourself a queen
+to choose? 'Tis rare luck you have such an offer. Monsieur Cassion is
+going to be a great man in this New France; already he has the
+Governor's ear, and a commission, with a tidy sum to his credit in
+Quebec. What more could any girl desire in a husband?"
+
+"But, Monsieur, I do not love him; I do not trust the man."
+
+"Pah!" He burst into a laugh, rising from the table. Before I could
+draw back he had gripped me by the arm. "Enough of that, young lady.
+He is my choice, and that settles it. Love! who ever heard of love
+nowadays? Ah, I see, you dream already of the young gallant De
+Artigny. Well, little good that will do you. Why what is he? a mere
+ragged adventurer, without a sou to his name, a prowling wolf of the
+forest, the follower of a discredited fur thief. But enough of this; I
+have told you my will, and you obey. Tomorrow we go to Quebec, to the
+Governor's ball, and when Monsieur Cassion returns from his mission
+you will marry him--you understand?"
+
+The tears were in my eyes, blotting out his threatening face, yet
+there was naught to do but answer.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"And this De Artigny; if the fellow ever dares come near you again
+I'll crush his white throat between my fingers."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"To your room then, and think over all I have said. You have never
+found me full of idle threats I warrant."
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+I drew my arm from his grasp, feeling it tingle with pain where his
+fingers had crushed the flesh, and crept up the narrow stairs, glad
+enough to get away and be alone. I had never loved Chevet, but he had
+taught me to fear him, for more than once had I experienced his
+brutality and physical power. To him I was but a chattel, an
+incumbrance. He had assumed charge of me because the law so ordained,
+but I had found nothing in his nature on which I could rely for
+sympathy. I was his sister's child, yet no more to him than some
+Indian waif. More, he was honest about it. To his mind he did well by
+me in thus finding me a husband. I sank on my knees, and hid my face,
+shuddering at the thought of the sacrifice demanded. Cassion! never
+before had the man appeared so despicable. His face, his manner, swept
+through my memory in review. I had scarcely considered him before,
+except as a disagreeable presence to be avoided as much as possible.
+But now, in the silence, the growing darkness of that little chamber,
+with Chevet's threat echoing in my ears, he came to me in clear
+vision--I saw his dull-blue, cowardly eyes, his little waxed mustache,
+his insolent swagger, and heard his harsh, bragging voice.
+
+Ay! he would get on; there was no doubt of that, for he would worm his
+way through where only a snake could crawl. A snake! that was what he
+was, and I shuddered at thought of the slimy touch of his hand. I
+despised, hated him; yet what could I do? It was useless to appeal to
+Chevet, and the Governor, La Barre, would give small heed to a girl
+objecting to one of his henchmen. De Artigny! The name was on my lips
+before I realized I had spoken it, and brought a throb of hope. I
+arose to my feet, and stared out of the window into the dark night. My
+pulses throbbed. If he cared; if I only knew he cared, I would fly
+with him anywhere, into the wilderness depths, to escape Cassion. I
+could think of no other way, no other hope. If he cared! It seemed to
+me my very breath stopped as this daring conception, this mad
+possibility, swept across my mind.
+
+I was a girl, inexperienced, innocent of coquetry, and yet I possessed
+all the instincts of a woman. I had seen that in his eyes which gave
+me faith--he remembered the past; he had found me attractive; he felt
+a desire to meet me again. I knew all this--but was that all? Was it a
+mere passing fervor, a fleeting admiration, to be forgotten in the
+presence of the next pretty face? Would he dare danger to serve me? to
+save me from the clutches of Cassion? A smile, a flash of the eyes, is
+small foundation to build upon, yet it was all I had. Perchance he
+gave the same encouragement to others, with no serious thought. The
+doubt assailed me, yet there was no one else in all New France to whom
+I could appeal.
+
+But how could I reach him with my tale? There was but one opportunity--the
+Governor's ball. He would be there; he had said so, laughingly glancing
+toward me as he spoke the words, the flash of his eyes a challenge. But it
+would be difficult. Chevet, Cassion, not for a moment would they take
+eyes from me, and if I failed to treat him coldly an open quarrel must
+result. Chevet would be glad of an excuse, and Cassion's jealousy would
+spur him on. Yet I must try, and, in truth, I trusted not so much in
+Monsieur de Artigny's interest in me, as in his reckless love of
+adventure. 'Twould please him to play an audacious trick on La Salle's
+enemies, and make Cassion the butt of laughter.
+
+Once he understood, the game would prove much to his liking, and I
+could count on his aid, while the greater the danger the stronger it
+would appeal to such a nature as his. Even though he cared little for
+me he was a gallant to respond gladly to a maid in distress. Ay, if I
+might once bring him word, I could rely on his response; but how could
+that be done? I must trust fortune, attend the ball, and be ready;
+there was no other choice.
+
+'Tis strange how this vague plan heartened me, and gave new courage.
+Scarce more than a dream, yet I dwelt upon it, imagining what I would
+say, and how escape surveillance long enough to make my plea for
+assistance. Today, as I write, it seems strange that I should ever
+have dared such a project, yet at the time not a thought of its
+immodesty ever assailed me. To my mind Rene de Artigny was no
+stranger; as a memory he had lived, and been portion of my life for
+three lonely years. To appeal to him now, to trust him, appeared the
+most natural thing in the world. The desperation of my situation
+obscured all else, and I turned to him as the only friend I knew in
+time of need. And my confidence in his fidelity, his careless
+audacity, brought instantly a measure of peace. I crept back and lay
+down upon the bed. The tears dried upon my lashes, and I fell asleep
+as quietly as a tired child.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+I APPEAL FOR AID
+
+
+It had been two years since I was at Quebec, and it was with new eyes
+of appreciation that I watched the great bristling cliffs as our boat
+glided silently past the shore and headed in toward the landing. There
+were two ships anchored in the river, one a great war vessel with many
+sailors hanging over the rail and watching us curiously. The streets
+leading back from the water front were filled with a jostling throng,
+while up the steep hillside beyond a constant stream of moving
+figures, looking scarcely larger than ants, were ascending and
+descending. We were in our large canoe, with five Indian paddlers, its
+bow piled deep with bales of fur to be sold in the market, and I had
+been sleeping in the stern. It was the sun which awoke me, and I sat
+up close beside Chevet's knee, eagerly interested in the scene. Once I
+spoke, pointing to the grim guns on the summit of the crest above, but
+he answered so harshly as to compel silence. It was thus we swept up
+to the edge of the landing, and made fast. Cassion met us, attired so
+gaily in rich vestments that I scarcely recognized the man, whom I had
+always seen before in dull forest garb, yet I permitted him to take my
+hand and assist me gallantly to the shore. Faith, but he appeared like
+a new person with his embroidered coat, buckled shoes and powdered
+hair, smiling and debonair, whispering compliments to me, as he helped
+me across a strip of mud to the drier ground beyond. But I liked him
+none the better, for there was the same cold stare to his eyes, and a
+cruel sting to his words which he could not hide. The man was the same
+whatever the cut of his clothes, and I was not slow in removing my
+hand from his grasp, once I felt my feet on firm earth.
+
+Yet naught I might do would stifle his complacency, and he talked on,
+seeking to be entertaining, no doubt, and pointing out the things of
+interest on every hand. And I enjoyed the scene, finding enough to
+view to make me indifferent to his posturing. Scarcely did I even note
+what he said, although I must have answered in a fashion, for he stuck
+at my side, and guided me through the crowd, and up the hill. Chevet
+walked behind us, gloomy and silent, having left the Indians with the
+furs until I was safely housed. It was evidently a gala day, for flags
+and streamers were flying from every window of the Lower Town, and the
+narrow, crooked streets were filled with wanderers having no apparent
+business but enjoyment. Never had I viewed so motley a throng, and I
+could but gaze about with wide-opened eyes on the strange passing
+figures.
+
+It was easy enough to distinguish the citizens of Quebec, moving
+soberly about upon ordinary affairs of trade, and those others idly
+jostling their way from point to point of interest--hunters from the
+far West, bearded and rough, fur clad, and never without a long rifle;
+sailors from the warship in the river; Indians silent and watchful,
+staring gravely at every new sight; settlers from the St. Lawrence and
+the Richelieu, great seigniors on vast estates, but like children in
+the streets of the town; fishermen from Cap St. Roche; _couriers du
+bois_, and _voyageurs_ in picturesque costumes; officers of the
+garrison, resplendent in blue and gold; with here and there a column
+of marching soldiers, or statuesque guard. And there were women too,
+a-plenty--laughing girls, grouped together, ready for any frolic;
+housewives on way to market; and occasionally a dainty dame, with
+high-heeled shoe and flounced petticoat, picking her way through the
+throng, disdainful of the glances of those about. Everywhere there was
+a new face, a strange costume, a glimpse of unknown life.
+
+It was all of such interest I was sorry when we came to the gray walls
+of the convent. I had actually forgotten Cassion, yet I was glad
+enough to be finally rid of him, and be greeted so kindly by Sister
+Celeste. In my excitement I scarcely knew what it was the bowing
+Commissaire said as he turned away, or paid heed to Chevet's final
+growl, but I know the sister gently answered them, and drew me within,
+closing the door softly, and shutting out every sound. It was so quiet
+in the stone passageway as to almost frighten me, but she took me in
+her arms, and looked searchingly into my face.
+
+"The three years have changed you greatly, my child," she said gently,
+touching my cheeks with her soft hands; "but bright as your eyes are,
+it is not all pleasure I see in them. You must tell me of your life.
+The older man, I take it, was your uncle, Monsieur Chevet."
+
+"Yes," I answered, but hesitated to add more.
+
+"He is much as I had pictured him, a bear of the woods."
+
+"He is rough," I protested, "for his life has been hard, yet has given
+me no reason to complain. 'Tis because the life is lonely that I grow
+old."
+
+"No doubt, and the younger gallant? He is not of the forest school?"
+
+"'Twas Monsieur Cassion, Commissaire for the Governor."
+
+"Ah! 'tis through him you have invitation to the great ball?"
+
+I bowed my head, wondering at the kind questioning in the sister's
+eyes. Could she have heard the truth? Perchance she might tell me
+something of the man.
+
+"He has been selected by Monsieur Chevet as my husband," I explained
+doubtfully. "Know you aught of the man, sister?"
+
+Her hand closed gently on mine.
+
+"No, only that he has been chosen by La Barre to carry special message
+to the Chevalier de Baugis in the Illinois country. He hath an evil,
+sneering face, and an insolent manner, even as described to me by the
+Sieur de Artigny."
+
+I caught my breath quickly, and my hand grasp tightened.
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny!" I echoed, startled into revealing the truth.
+"He has been here? has talked with you?"
+
+"Surely, my dear girl. He was here with La Salle before his chief
+sailed for France, and yesterday he came again, and questioned me."
+
+"Questioned you?"
+
+"Yes; he sought knowledge of you, and of why you were in the household
+of Chevet. I liked the young man, and told him all I knew, of your
+father's death and the decree of the court, and of how Chevet
+compelled you to leave the convent. I felt him to be honest and true,
+and that his purpose was worthy."
+
+"And he mentioned Cassion?"
+
+"Only that he had arranged to guide him into the wilderness. But I
+knew he thought ill of the man."
+
+I hesitated, for as a child I had felt awe of Sister Celeste, yet her
+questioning eyes were kind, and we were alone. Here was my chance, my
+only chance, and I dare not lose it. Her face appeared before me misty
+through tears, yet words came bravely enough to my lips.
+
+"Sister, you must hear me," I began bewildered, "I have no mother, no
+friend even to whom to appeal; I am just a girl all alone. I despise
+this man Cassion; I do not know why, but he seems to be like a snake,
+and I cannot bear his presence. I would rather die than marry him. I
+do not think Chevet trusts him, either, but he has some hold, and
+compels him to sell me as though I was a slave in the market. I am to
+be made to marry him. I pray you let me see this Sieur de Artigny that
+I may tell him all, and beseech his aid."
+
+"But why De Artigny, my girl? What is the boy to you?"
+
+"Nothing--absolutely nothing," I confessed frankly. "We have scarcely
+spoken together, but he is a gallant of true heart; he will never
+refuse aid to a maid like me. It will be joy for him to outwit this
+enemy of La Salle's. All I ask is that I be permitted to tell him my
+story."
+
+Celeste sat silent, her white hands clasped, her eyes on the
+stained-glass window. It was so still I could hear my own quick
+breathing. At last she spoke, her voice still soft and kindly.
+
+"I scarcely think you realize what you ask, my child. 'Tis a strange
+task for a sister of the Ursulines, and I would learn more before I
+answer. Is there understanding between you and this Sieur de
+Artigny?"
+
+"We have met but twice; here at this convent three years ago, when we
+were boy and girl, and he went westward with La Salle. You know the
+time, and that we talked together on the bench in the garden. Then it
+was three days since that he came to our house on the river, seeking
+Cassion that he might volunteer as guide. He had no thought of me, nor
+did he know me when we first met. There was no word spoken other than
+that of mere friendship, nor did I know then that Chevet had arranged
+my marriage to the Commissaire. We did no more than laugh and make
+merry over the past until the others came and demanded the purpose of
+his visit. It was not his words, Sister, but the expression of his
+face, the glance of his eye, which gave me courage. I think he likes
+me, and his nature is without fear. He will have some plan--and there
+is no one else."
+
+I caught her hands in mine, but she did not look at me, or answer. She
+was silent and motionless so long that I lost hope, yet ventured to
+say no more in urging.
+
+"You think me immodest, indiscreet?"
+
+"I fear you know little of the world, my child, yet, I confess this
+young Sieur made good impression upon me. I know not what to advise,
+for it may have been but idle curiosity which brought him here with
+his questioning. 'Tis not safe to trust men, but I can see no harm in
+his knowing all you have told me. There might be opportunity for him
+to be of service. He travels with Cassion, you say?"
+
+"Yes, Sister."
+
+"And their departure is soon?"
+
+"Before daylight tomorrow. When the Commissaire returns we are to be
+married. So Chevet explained to me; Monsieur Cassion has not spoken.
+You will give me audience with the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"I have no power, child, but I will speak with the Mother Superior,
+and repeat to her all I have learned. It shall be as she wills. Wait
+here, and you may trust me to plead for you."
+
+She seemed to fade from the room, and I glanced about, seeing no
+change since I was there before--the same bare walls and floor, the
+rude settee, the crucifix above the door, and the one partially open
+window, set deep in the stone wall. Outside I could hear voices, and
+the shuffling of feet on the stone slabs, but within all was silence.
+I had been away from this emotionless cloister life so long, out in
+the open air, that I felt oppressed; the profound stillness was a
+weight on my nerves. Would the sister be successful in her mission?
+Would the Mother Superior, whose stern rule I knew so well, feel
+slightest sympathy with my need? And if she did, would De Artigny care
+enough to come? Perchance it would have been better to have made the
+plea myself rather than trust all to the gentle lips of Celeste.
+Perhaps I might even yet be given that privilege, for surely the
+Mother would feel it best to question me before she rendered
+decision.
+
+I crossed to the window and leaned out, seeking to divert my mind by
+view of the scene below, yet the stone walls were so thick that only a
+tantalizing glimpse was afforded of the pavement opposite. There were
+lines of people there, pressed against the side of a great building,
+and I knew from their gestures that troops were marching by. Once I
+had view of a horseman, gaily uniformed, his frightened animal rearing
+just at the edge of the crowd, which scattered like a flock of sheep
+before the danger of pawing hoofs. The man must have gained glimpse of
+me also, for he waved one hand and smiled even as he brought the beast
+under control. Then a band played, and I perceived the shiny top of a
+carriage moving slowly up the hill, the people cheering as it passed.
+No doubt it was Governor la Barre, on his way to the citadel for some
+ceremony of the day.
+
+Cassion would be somewhere in the procession, for he was one to keep
+in the glare, and be seen, but there would be no place for a
+lieutenant of La Salle's. I leaned out farther, risking a fall, but
+saw nothing to reward the effort, except a line of marching men, a
+mere bobbing mass of heads. I drew back flushed with exertion, dimly
+aware that someone had entered the apartment. It was the Mother
+Superior, looking smaller than ever in the gloom, and behind her
+framed in the narrow doorway, his eyes smiling as though in enjoyment
+of my confusion, stood De Artigny. I climbed down from the bench,
+feeling my cheeks burn hotly, and made obeisance. The Mother's soft
+hand rested on my hair, and there was silence, so deep I heard the
+pounding of my heart.
+
+"Child," said the Mother, her voice low but clear. "Rise that I may
+see your face. Ah! it has not so greatly changed in the years, save
+that the eyes hold knowledge of sorrow. Sister Celeste hath told me
+your story, and if it be sin for me to grant your request then must I
+abide the penance, for it is in my heart to do so. Until I send the
+sister you may speak alone with Monsieur de Artigny."
+
+She drew slightly aside, and the young man bowed low, hat in hand,
+then stood erect, facing me, the light from the window on his face.
+
+"At your command, Mademoiselle," he said quietly. "The Mother tells me
+you have need of my services."
+
+I hesitated, feeling the embarrassment of the other presence, and
+scarce knowing how best to describe my case. It seemed simple enough
+when I was alone, but now all my thoughts fled in confusion, and I
+realized how little call I had to ask assistance. My eyes fell, and
+the words trembled unspoken on my lips. When I dared glance up again
+the Mother had slipped silently from the room, leaving us alone. No
+doubt he felt the difference also, for he stepped forward and caught
+my hand in his, his whole manner changing, as he thus assumed
+leadership. 'Twas so natural, so confidently done, that I felt a
+sudden wave of hope overcome my timidity.
+
+"Come, Mademoiselle," he said, almost eagerly. "There is no reason for
+you to fear confiding in me. Surely I was never sent for without just
+reason. Let us sit here while you retell the story. Perchance we will
+play boy and girl again."
+
+"You remember that?"
+
+"Do I not!" he laughed pleasantly. "There were few pleasant memories I
+took with me into the wilderness, yet that was one. Ay, but we talked
+freely enough then, and there is naught since in my life to bring loss
+of faith. 'Tis my wish to serve you, be it with wit or blade." He bent
+lower, seeking the expression in my eyes. "This Hugo Chevet--he is a
+brute. I know--is his abuse beyond endurance?"
+
+"No, no," I hastened to explain. "In his way he is not unkind. The
+truth is he has lived so long in the woods alone, he scarcely speaks.
+He--he would marry me to Monsieur Cassion."
+
+Never will I forget the look of sheer delight on his face as these
+words burst from me. His hand struck the bench, and he tossed back the
+long hair from his forehead, his eyes merry with enjoyment.
+
+"Ah, good! By all the saints, 'tis even as I hoped. Then have no fear
+of my sympathy, Mademoiselle. Nothing could please me like a clash
+with that perfumed gallant. He doth persecute you with his wooing?"
+
+"He has not spoken, save to Chevet; yet it is seemingly all arranged
+without my being approached."
+
+"A coward's way. Chevet told you?"
+
+"Three days ago, Monsieur, after you were there, and Cassion had
+departed. It may have been that your being seen with me hastened the
+plan. I know not, yet the two talked together long, and privately, and
+when the Commissaire finally went away, Chevet called me in, and told
+me what had been decided."
+
+"That you were to marry that coxcomb?"
+
+"Yes; he did not ask me if I would; it was a command. When I protested
+my lack of love, saying even that I despised the man, he answered me
+with a laugh, insisting it was his choice, not mine, and that love had
+naught to do with such matters. Think you this Cassion has some hold
+on Hugo Chevet to make him so harsh?"
+
+"No doubt, they are hand in glove in the fur trade, and the
+Commissaire has La Barre's ear just now. He rode by yonder in the
+carriage a moment since, and you might think from his bows he was the
+Governor. And this marriage? when does it take place?"
+
+"On Monsieur's safe return from the great West."
+
+The smile came back to his face.
+
+"Not so bad that, for 'tis a long journey, and might be delayed. I
+travel with him, you know, and we depart at daybreak. What else did
+this Chevet have to say?"
+
+"Only a threat that if ever you came near me again his fingers would
+feel your throat, Monsieur. He spoke of hate between himself and your
+father."
+
+The eyes upon mine lost their tolerant smile, and grew darker, and I
+marked the fingers of his hand clinch.
+
+"That was like enough, for my father was little averse to a quarrel,
+although he seldom made boast of it afterwards. And so this Hugo
+Chevet threatened me! I am not of the blood, Mademoiselle, to take
+such things lightly. Yet wait--why came you to me with such a tale?
+Have you no friends?"
+
+"None, Monsieur," I answered gravely, and regretfully, "other than the
+nuns to whom I went to school, and they are useless in such a case. I
+am an orphan under guardianship, and my whole life has been passed in
+this convent, and Chevet's cabin on the river. My mother died at my
+birth, my father was a soldier on the frontier, and I grew up alone
+among strangers. Scarcely have I met any save the rough boatmen, and
+those _couriers du bois_ in my uncle's employ. There was no one else
+but you, Monsieur--no one. 'Twas not immodesty which caused me to make
+this appeal, but a dire need. I am a helpless, friendless girl."
+
+"You trust me then?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; I believe you a man of honor."
+
+He walked across the room, once, twice, his head bent in thought, and
+I watched him, half frightened lest I had angered him.
+
+"Have I done very wrong, Monsieur?"
+
+He stopped, his eyes on my face. He must have perceived my perplexity,
+for he smiled again, and pressed my hand gently.
+
+"If so, the angels must judge," he answered stoutly. "As for me, I am
+very glad you do me this honor. I but seek the best plan of service,
+Mademoiselle, for I stand between you and this sacrifice with much
+pleasure. You shall not marry Cassion while I wear a sword; yet,
+faith! I am so much a man of action that I see no way out but by the
+strong arm. Is appeal to the Governor, to the judges impossible?"
+
+"He possesses influence now."
+
+"True enough; he is the kind La Barre finds useful, while I can scarce
+keep my head upon my shoulders here in New France. To be follower of
+La Salle is to be called traitor. It required the aid of every friend
+I had in Quebec to secure me card of admission to the ball tonight."
+
+"You attend, Monsieur?"
+
+"Unless they bar me at the sword point. Know you why I made the
+effort?"
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+"Your promise to be present. I had no wish otherwise."
+
+I felt the flush deepen on my cheeks and my eyes fell.
+
+"'Tis most kind of you to say so, Monsieur," was all I could falter.
+
+"Ay!" he interrupted, "we are both so alone in this New France 'tis well
+we help each other. I will find you a way out, Mademoiselle--perhaps
+this night; if not, then in the woods yonder. They are filled with
+secrets, yet have room to hide another."
+
+"But not violence, Monsieur!"
+
+"Planning and scheming is not my way, nor am I good at it. A soldier
+of La Salle needs more to understand action, and the De Artigny breed
+has ever had faith in steel. I seek no quarrel, yet if occasion arise
+this messenger of La Barre will find me quite ready. I know not what
+may occur. Mademoiselle; I merely pledge you my word of honor that
+Cassion will no longer seek your hand. The method you must trust to
+me."
+
+Our eyes met, and his were kind and smiling, with a confidence in
+their depths that strangely heartened me. Before I realized the action
+I had given him my hand.
+
+"I do, Monsieur, and question no more, though I pray for peace between
+you. Our time is up, Sister?"
+
+"Yes, my child," she stood in the doorway, appearing like some saintly
+image. "The Mother sent me."
+
+De Artigny released my hand, and bowed low.
+
+"I still rely upon your attendance at the ball?" he asked, lingering
+at the door.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"And may bespeak a dance?"
+
+"I cannot say no, although it may cost you dear."
+
+He laughed gaily, his eyes bright with merriment.
+
+"Faith! most pleasures do I find; the world would be dull enough
+otherwise. Till then, Mademoiselle, adieu."
+
+We heard his quick step ring on the stone of the passage, and Celeste
+smiled, her hand on mine.
+
+"A lad of spirit that. The Sieur de la Salle picks his followers well,
+and knows loyal hearts. The De Artignys never fail."
+
+"You know of them, Sister?"
+
+"I knew his father," she answered, half ashamed already of her
+impulse, "a gallant man. But come, the Mother would have you visit
+her."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+IN THE PALACE OF THE INTENDANT
+
+
+The huge palace of the Intendant, between the bluff and the river, was
+ablaze with lights, and already crowded with guests at our arrival. I
+had seen nothing of Chevet since the morning, nor did he appear now;
+but Monsieur Cassion was prompt enough, and congratulated me on my
+appearance with bows, and words of praise which made me flush with
+embarrassment. Yet I knew myself that I looked well in the new gown,
+simple enough to be sure, yet prettily draped, for Sister Celeste had
+helped me, and 'twas whispered she had seen fine things in Europe
+before she donned the sober habit of a nun. She loved yet to dress
+another, and her swift touches to my hair had worked a miracle. I read
+admiration in Cassion's eyes, as I came forward from the shadows to
+greet him, and was not unhappy to know he recognized my beauty, and
+was moved by it. Yet it was not of him I thought, but Rene de
+Artigny.
+
+There was a chair without, and bearers, while two soldiers of the
+Regiment of Picardy, held torches to light the way, and open passage.
+Cassion walked beside me, his tongue never still, yet I was too
+greatly interested in the scene to care what he was saying, although I
+knew it to be mostly compliment. It was a steep descent, the stones of
+the roadway wet and glistening from a recent shower, and the ceaseless
+stream of people, mostly denizens of Quebec, peered at us curiously as
+we made slow progress. Great bonfires glowed from every high point of
+the cliff, their red glare supplementing our torches, and bringing out
+passing faces in odd distinctness.
+
+A spirit of carnival seemed to possess the crowd, and more than once
+bits of green, and handfuls of sweets were tossed into my lap; while
+laughter, and gay badinage greeted us from every side. Cassion took
+this rather grimly, and gave stern word to the soldier escort, but I
+found it all diverting enough, and had hard work to retain my dignity,
+and not join in the merriment. It was darker at the foot of the hill,
+yet the crowd did not diminish, although they stood in ankle deep mud,
+and seemed less vivacious. Now and then I heard some voice name
+Cassion as we passed, recognizing his face in the torch glow, but
+there was no sign that he was popular. Once a man called out something
+which caused him to stop, hand on sword, but he fronted so many faces
+that he lost heart, and continued, laughing off the affront. Then we
+came to the guard lines, and were beyond reach of the mob.
+
+An officer met us, pointing out the way, and, after he had assisted us
+to descend from the chair, we advanced slowly over a carpet of clean
+straw toward the gaily lighted entrance. Soldiers lined the walls on
+either side, and overhead blazed a beacon suspended on a chain. It was
+a scene rather grotesque and weird in the red glow, and I took
+Cassion's arm gladly, feeling just a little frightened by the strange
+surroundings.
+
+"Where is my Uncle Chevet?" I asked, more as a relief, than because I
+cared, although I was glad of his absence because of De Artigny.
+
+"In faith, I know not," he answered lightly. "I won him a card, but he
+was scarce gracious about it. In some wine shop likely with others of
+his kind."
+
+There were servants at the door, and an officer, who scanned the cards
+of those in advance of us, yet passed Cassion, with a glance at his
+face, and word of recognition. I observed him turn and stare after me,
+for our eyes met, but, almost before I knew what had occurred, I found
+myself in a side room, with a maid helping to remove my wraps, and
+arrange my hair. She was gracious and apt, with much to say in praise
+of my appearance; and at my expression of doubt, brought a mirror and
+held it before me. Then, for the first time, did I comprehend the
+magic of Sister Celeste, and what had been accomplished by her deft
+fingers. I was no longer a rustic maid, but really a quite grand lady,
+so that I felt a thrill of pride as I went forth once more to join
+Cassion in the hall. 'Twas plain enough to be seen that my appearance
+pleased him also, for appreciation was in his eyes, and he bowed low
+over my hand, and lifted it gallantly to his lips.
+
+I will not describe the scene in the great ballroom, for now, as I
+write, the brilliant pageant is but a dim memory, confused and
+tantalizing. I recall the bright lights overhead, and along the walls,
+the festooned banners, the raised dais at one end, carpeted with skins
+of wild animals, where the Governor stood, the walls covered with arms
+and trophies of the chase, the guard of soldiers at each entrance, and
+the mass of people grouped about the room.
+
+It was an immense apartment, but so filled with guests as to leave
+scarce space for dancing, and the company was a strange one;
+representative, I thought, of each separate element which composed the
+population of New France. Officers of the regiments in garrison were
+everywhere, apparently in charge of the evening's pleasure, but their
+uniforms bore evidence of service. The naval men were less numerous,
+yet more brilliantly attired, and seemed fond of the dance, and were
+favorites of the ladies. These were young, and many of them beautiful;
+belles of Quebec mostly, and, although their gowns were not expensive,
+becomingly attired. Yet from up and down the river the seigniors had
+brought their wives and daughters to witness the event. Some of these
+were uncouth enough, and oddly appareled; not a few among them plainly
+exhibiting traces of Indian blood; and here and there, standing silent
+and alone, could be noted a red chief from distant forest. Most of
+those men I saw bore evidence in face and dress of the wild, rough
+life they led--fur traders from far-off waterways, guardians of
+wilderness forts, explorers and adventurers.
+
+Many a name reached my ears famous in those days, but forgotten long
+since; and once or twice, as we slowly made our way through the
+throng, Cassion pointed out to me some character of importance in the
+province, or paused to present me with formality to certain officials
+whom he knew. It was thus we approached the dais, and awaited our turn
+to extend felicitations to the Governor. Just before us was Du L'Hut,
+whose name Cassion whispered in my ear, a tall, slender man, attired
+as a _courier du bois_, with long fair hair sweeping his shoulders. I
+had heard of him as a daring explorer, but there was no premonition
+that he would ever again come into my life, and I was more deeply
+interested in the appearance of La Barre.
+
+He was a dark man, stern of face, and with strange, furtive eyes,
+concealed behind long lashes and overhanging brows. Yet he was most
+gracious to Du L'Hut, and when he turned, and perceived Monsieur
+Cassion next in line, smiled and extended his hand cordially.
+
+"Ah, Francois, and so you are here at last, and ever welcome. And
+this," he bowed low before me in excess of gallantry, "no doubt will
+be the Mademoiselle la Chesnayne of whose charms I have heard so much
+of late. By my faith, Cassion, even your eloquence hath done small
+justice to the lady. Where, Mademoiselle, have you hidden yourself, to
+remain unknown to us of Quebec?"
+
+"I have lived with my uncle, Hugo Chevet."
+
+"Ah, yes; I recall the circumstances now--a rough, yet loyal trader.
+He was with me once on the Ottawa--and tonight?"
+
+"He accompanied me to the city, your excellency, but I have not seen
+him since."
+
+"Small need, with Francois at your beck and call," and he patted me
+playfully on the cheek. "I have already tested his faithfulness. Your
+father, Mademoiselle?"
+
+"Captain Pierre la Chesnayne, sir."
+
+"Ah, yes; I knew him well; he fell on the Richelieu; a fine soldier."
+He turned toward Cassion, the expression of his face changed.
+
+"You depart tonight?"
+
+"At daybreak, sir."
+
+"That is well; see to it that no time is lost on the journey. I have
+it in my mind that De Baugis may need you, for, from all I hear Henri
+de Tonty is not an easy man to handle."
+
+"De Tonty?"
+
+"Ay! the lieutenant Sieur de la Salle left in charge at St. Louis; an
+Italian they tell me, and loyal to his master. 'Tis like he may resist
+my orders, and De Baugis hath but a handful with which to uphold
+authority. I am not sure I approve of your selecting this lad De
+Artigny as a guide; he may play you false."
+
+"Small chance he'll have for any trick."
+
+"Perchance not, yet the way is long, and he knows the wilderness. I
+advise you guard him well. I shall send to you for council in an hour;
+there are papers yet unsigned."
+
+He turned away to greet those who followed us in line, while we moved
+forward into the crowd about the walls. Cassion whispered in my ear,
+telling me bits of gossip about this and that one who passed us,
+seeking to exhibit his wit, and impress me with his wide acquaintance.
+I must have made fit response, for his voice never ceased, yet I felt
+no interest in the stories, and disliked the man more than ever for
+his vapid boasting. The truth is my thought was principally concerned
+with De Artigny, and whether he would really gain admission. Still of
+this I had small doubt, for his was a daring to make light of guards,
+or any threat of enemies, if desire urged him on. And I had his
+pledge.
+
+My eyes watched every moving figure, but the man was not present, my
+anxiety increasing as I realized his absence, and speculated as to its
+cause. Could Cassion have interfered? Could he have learned of our
+interview, and used his influence secretly to prevent our meeting
+again? It was not impossible, for the man was seemingly in close touch
+with Quebec, and undoubtedly possessed power. My desire to see De
+Artigny was now for his own sake--to warn him of danger and treachery.
+The few words I had caught passing between La Barre and Cassion had to
+me a sinister meaning; they were a promise of protection from the
+Governor to his lieutenant, and this officer of La Salle's should be
+warned that he was suspected and watched. There was more to La Barre's
+words than appeared openly; it would be later, when they were alone,
+that he would give his real orders to Cassion. Yet I felt small doubt
+as to what those orders would be, nor of the failure of the lieutenant
+to execute them. The wilderness hid many a secret, and might well
+conceal another. In some manner that night I must find De Artigny, and
+whisper my warning.
+
+These were my thoughts, crystallizing into purpose, yet I managed to
+smile cheerily into the face of the Commissaire and make such reply to
+his badinage as gave him pleasure. Faith, the man loved himself so
+greatly the trick was easy, the danger being that I yield too much to
+his audacity. No doubt he deemed me a simple country maid, overawed by
+his gallantries, nor did I seek to undeceive him, even permitting the
+fool to press my hand, and whisper his soft nonsense. Yet he ventured
+no further, seeing that in my eyes warning him of danger if he grew
+insolent. I danced with him twice, pleased to know I had not forgotten
+the step, and then, as he felt compelled to show attention to the
+Governor's lady, he left me in charge of a tall, thin officer--a Major
+Callons, I think--reluctantly, and disappeared in the crowd. Never did
+I part with one more willingly, and as the Major spoke scarcely a
+dozen words during our long dance together I found opportunity to
+think, and decide upon a course of action.
+
+As the music ceased my only plan was to avoid Cassion as long as
+possible, and, at my suggestion, the silent major conducted me to a
+side room, and then disappeared seeking refreshments. I grasped the
+opportunity to slip through the crowd, and find concealment in a quiet
+corner. It was impossible for me to conceive that De Artigny would
+fail to come. He had pledged his word, and there was that about the
+man to give me faith. Ay! he would come, unless there had already been
+treachery. My heart beat swiftly at the thought, my eyes eagerly
+searching the moving figures in the ballroom. Yet there was nothing I
+could do but wait, although fear was already tugging at my heart.
+
+I leaned forward scanning each passing face, my whole attention
+concentrated on the discovery of De Artigny. Where he came from I knew
+not, but his voice softly speaking at my very ear brought me to my
+feet, with a little cry of relief. The joy of finding him must have
+found expression in my eyes, in my eager clasping of his hand, for he
+laughed.
+
+"'Tis as though I was truly welcomed, Mademoiselle," he said, and
+gravely enough. "Could I hope that you were even seeking me yonder?"
+
+"It would be the truth, if you did," I responded frankly, "and I was
+beginning to doubt your promise."
+
+"Nor was it as easily kept as I supposed when given," he said under
+his breath. "Come with me into this side room where we can converse
+more freely--I can perceive Monsieur Cassion across the floor. No
+doubt he is seeking you, and my presence here will give the man no
+pleasure."
+
+I glanced in the direction indicated, and although I saw nothing of
+the Commissaire, I slipped back willingly enough through the lifted
+curtain into the deserted room behind. It was evidently an office of
+some kind, for it contained only a desk and some chairs, and was
+unlighted, except for the gleam from between the curtains. The outer
+wall was so thick a considerable space separated the room from the
+window, which was screened off by heavy drapery. De Artigny appeared
+familiar with these details, for, with scarcely a glance about, he led
+me into this recess, where we stood concealed. Lights from below
+illumined our faces, and revealed an open window looking down on the
+court. My companion glanced out at the scene beneath, and his eyes and
+lips smiled as he turned again and faced me.
+
+"But, Monsieur," I questioned puzzled, "why was it not easy? You met
+with trouble?"
+
+"Hardly that; a mere annoyance. I may only suspect the cause, but an
+hour after I left you my ticket of invitation was withdrawn."
+
+"Withdrawn? by whom?"
+
+"The order of La Barre, no doubt; an officer of his guard called on me
+to say he preferred my absence."
+
+"'Twas the work of Cassion."
+
+"So I chose to believe, especially as he sent me word later to remain
+at the boats, and have them in readiness for departure at any minute.
+Some inkling of our meeting must have reached his ears."
+
+"But how came you here, then?"
+
+He laughed in careless good humor.
+
+"Why that was no trick! Think you I am one to disappoint because of so
+small an obstacle? As the door was refused me I sought other entrance
+and found it here." He pointed through the open window. "It was not a
+difficult passage, but I had to wait the withdrawal of the guards
+below, which caused my late arrival. Yet this was compensated for by
+discovering you so quickly. My only fear was encountering someone I
+knew while seeking you on the floor."
+
+"You entered through this window?"
+
+"Yes; there is a lattice work below."
+
+"And whose office is that within?"
+
+"My guess is that of Colonel Delguard, La Barre's chief of staff, for
+there was a letter for him lying on the desk. What difference? You are
+glad I came?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur, but not so much for my own sake, as for yours. I bring
+you warning that you adventure with those who would do you evil if the
+chance arrive."
+
+"Bah! Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+"'Tis not well for you to despise the man, for he has power and is a
+villain at heart in spite of all his pretty ways. 'Tis said he has the
+cruelty of a tiger, and in this case La Barre gives him full
+authority."
+
+"Hath the Governor grudge against me also?"
+
+"Only that you are follower of La Salle, and loyal, while he is heart
+and hand with the other faction. He chided Cassion for accepting you
+as guide, and advised close watch lest you show treachery."
+
+"You overheard their talk?"
+
+"Ay! they made no secret of it; but I am convinced La Barre has more
+definite instructions to give in private, for he asked the Commissaire
+to come to him later for conference. I felt that you should be told,
+Monsieur."
+
+De Artigny leaned motionless against the window ledge, and the light
+streaming in through the opening of the draperies revealed the gravity
+of his expression. For the moment he remained silent, turning the
+affair over in his mind.
+
+"I thank you, Mademoiselle," he said finally, and touched my hand,
+"for your report gives me one more link to my chain. I have picked up
+several in the past few hours, and all seem to lead back to the
+manipulations of Cassion. Faith! there is some mystery here, for
+surely the man seemed happy enough when first we met at Chevet's
+house, and accepted my offer gladly. Have you any theory as to this
+change in his front?"
+
+I felt the blood surge to my cheeks, and my eyes fell before the
+intensity of his glance.
+
+"If I have, Monsieur, 'tis no need that it be mentioned."
+
+"Your pardon, Mademoiselle, but your words already answer me--'tis
+then that I have shown interest in you; the dog is jealous!"
+
+"Monsieur!"
+
+He laughed, and I felt the tightening of his hand on mine.
+
+"Good! and by all the gods, I will give him fair cause. The thought
+pleases me, for rather would I be your soldier than my own. See, how
+it dovetails in--I meet you at the convent and pledge you my aid; some
+spy bears word of our conference to Monsieur, and an hour later I
+receive word that if I have more to do with you I die. I smile at the
+warning and send back a message of insult. Then my invitation to this
+ball is withdrawn, and, later still, La Barre even advises that I be
+assassinated at the least excuse. 'Twould seem they deem you of
+importance, Mademoiselle."
+
+"You make it no more than a joke?"
+
+"Far from it; the very fact that I know the men makes it matter of
+grave concern. I might, indeed, smile did it concern myself alone, but
+I have your interests in mind--you have honored me by calling me your
+only friend, and now I know not where I may serve you best--in the
+wilderness, or here in Quebec?"
+
+"There can nothing injure me here, Monsieur, not with Cassion
+traveling to the Illinois. No doubt he will leave behind him those who
+will observe my movements--that cannot harm."
+
+"It is Hugo Chevet, I fear."
+
+"Chevet! my uncle--I do not understand."
+
+"No, for he is your uncle, and you know him only in such relationship.
+He may have been to you kind and indulgent. I do not ask. But to those
+who meet him in the world he is a big, cruel, savage brute, who would
+sacrifice even you, if you stood in his way. And now if you fail to
+marry Cassion, you will so stand. He is the one who will guard you, by
+choice of the Commissaire, and orders of La Barre, and he will do his
+part well."
+
+"I can remain with the sisters."
+
+"Not in opposition to the Governor; they would never dare antagonize
+him; tomorrow you will return with Chevet."
+
+I drew a quick breath, my eyes on his face.
+
+"How can you know all this, Monsieur? Why should my uncle sacrifice
+me?"
+
+"No matter how I know. Some of it has been your own confession,
+coupled with my knowledge of the man. Three days ago I learned of his
+debt to Cassion, and that the latter had him in his claws, and at his
+mercy. Today I had evidence of what that debt means."
+
+"Today!"
+
+"Ay! 'twas from Chevet the threat came that he would kill me if I ever
+met with you again."
+
+I could but stare at him, incredulous, my fingers unconsciously
+grasping his jacket.
+
+"He said that? Chevet?"
+
+"Ay! Chevet; the message came by mouth of the half-breed, his
+_voyageur_, and I choked out of him where he had left his master, yet
+when I got there the man had gone. If we might meet tonight the matter
+would be swiftly settled."
+
+He gazed out into the darkness, and I saw his hand close on the hilt
+of his knife. I caught his arm.
+
+"No, no Monsieur; not that. You must not seek a quarrel, for I am not
+afraid--truly I am not; you will listen--"
+
+There was a voice speaking in the office room behind, the closing of a
+door, and the scraping of a chair as someone sat down. My words
+ceased, and we stood silent in the shadow, my grasp still on De
+Artigny's arm.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+THE ORDER OF LA BARRE
+
+
+I did not recognize the voice speaking--a husky voice, the words
+indistinct, yet withal forceful--nor do I know what it was he said.
+But when the other answered, tapping on the desk with some instrument,
+I knew the second speaker to be La Barre, and leaned back just far
+enough to gain glimpse through the opening in the drapery. He sat at
+the desk, his back toward us, while his companion, a red-faced,
+heavily-moustached man, in uniform of the Rifles, stood opposite, one
+arm on the mantel over the fireplace. His expression was that of
+amused interest.
+
+"You saw the lady?" he asked.
+
+"In the receiving line for a moment only; a fair enough maid to be
+loved for her own sake I should say. Faith, never have I seen
+handsomer eyes."
+
+The other laughed.
+
+"'Tis well Madame does not overhear that confession. An heiress, and
+beautiful! Piff! but she might find others to her liking rather than
+this Cassion."
+
+"It is small chance she has had to make choice, and as to her being an
+heiress, where heard you such a rumor, Colonel Delguard?"
+
+The officer straightened up.
+
+"You forget, sir," he said slowly, "that the papers passed through my
+hands after Captain la Chesnayne's death. It was at your request they
+failed to reach the hands of Frontenac."
+
+La Barre gazed at him across the desk, his brows contracted into a
+frown.
+
+"No, I had not forgotten," and the words sounded harsh. "But they came
+to me properly sealed, and I supposed unopened. I think I have some
+reason to ask an explanation, Monsieur."
+
+"And one easily made. I saw only the letter, but that revealed enough
+to permit of my guessing the rest. It is true, is it not, that La
+Chesnayne left an estate of value?"
+
+"He thought so, but, as you must be aware, it had been alienated by
+act of treason."
+
+"Ay! but Comte de Frontenac appealed the case to the King, who granted
+pardon, and restoration."
+
+"So, 'twas rumored, but unsupported by the records. So far as New
+France knows there was no reply from Versailles."
+
+The Colonel stood erect, and advanced a step, his expression one of
+sudden curiosity.
+
+"In faith, Governor," he said swiftly, "but your statement awakens
+wonder. If this be so why does Francois Cassion seek the maid so
+ardently? Never did I deem that cavalier one to throw himself away
+without due reward."
+
+La Barre laughed.
+
+"Perchance you do Francois ill judgment, Monsieur le Colonel," he
+replied amused. "No doubt 'tis love, for, in truth, the witch would
+send sluggish blood dancing with the glance of her eyes. Still," more
+soberly, his eyes falling to the desk, "'tis, as you say, scarce in
+accord with Cassion's nature to thus make sacrifice, and there have
+been times when I suspected he did some secret purpose. I use the man,
+yet never trust him."
+
+"Nor I, since he played me foul trick at La Chine. Could he have found
+the paper of restoration, and kept it concealed, until all was in his
+hands?"
+
+"I have thought of that, yet it doth not appear possible. Francois was
+in ill grace with Frontenac, and could never have reached the
+archives. If the paper came to his hands it was by accident, or
+through some treachery. Well,'tis small use of our discussing the
+matter. He hath won my pledge to Mademoiselle la Chesnayne's hand, for
+I would have him friend, not enemy, just now. They marry on his
+return."
+
+"He is chosen then for the mission to Fort St. Louis?"
+
+"Ay, there were reasons for his selection. The company departs at
+dawn. Tell him, Monsieur, that I await him now for final interview."
+
+I watched Delguard salute, and turn away to execute his order. La
+Barre drew a paper from a drawer of the desk, and bent over it pen in
+hand. My eyes lifted to the face of De Artigny, standing motionless
+behind me in the deeper shadow.
+
+"You overheard, Monsieur?" I whispered.
+
+He leaned closer, his lips at my ear, his eyes dark with eagerness.
+
+"Every word, Mademoiselle! Fear not, I shall yet learn the truth from
+this Cassion. You suspected?"
+
+I shook my head, uncertain.
+
+"My father died in that faith, Monsieur, but Chevet called me a
+beggar."
+
+"Chevet! no doubt he knows all, and has a dirty hand in the mess. He
+called you beggar, hey!--hush, the fellow comes."
+
+He was a picture of insolent servility, as he stood there bowing, his
+gay dress fluttering with ribbons, his face smiling, yet utterly
+expressionless. La Barre lifted his eyes, and surveyed him coldly.
+
+"You sent for me, sir?"
+
+"Yes, although I scarcely thought at this hour you would appear in
+the apparel of a dandy. I have chosen you for serious work,
+Monsieur, and the time is near for your departure. Surely my orders
+were sufficiently clear?"
+
+"They were, Governor la Barre," and Cassion's lips lost their grin,
+"and my delay in changing dress has occurred through the strange
+disappearance of Mademoiselle la Chesnayne. I left her with Major
+Callons while I danced with my lady, and have since found no trace of
+the maid."
+
+"Does not Callons know?"
+
+"Only that, seeking refreshments, he left her, and found her gone on
+his return. Her wraps are in the dressing room."
+
+"Then 'tis not like she has fled the palace. No doubt she awaits you
+in some corner. I will have the servants look, and meanwhile pay heed
+to me. This is a mission of more import than love-making with a maid,
+Monsieur Cassion, and its success, or failure, will determine your
+future. You have my letter of instruction?"
+
+"It has been carefully read."
+
+"And the sealed orders for Chevalier de Baugis?"
+
+"Here, protected in oiled silk."
+
+"See that they reach him, and no one else; they give him an authority
+I could not grant before, and should end La Salle's control of that
+country. You have met this Henri de Tonty? He was here with his master
+three years since, and had audience."
+
+"Ay, but that was before my time. Is he one to resist De Baugis?"
+
+"He impressed me as a man who would obey to the letter, Monsieur; a
+dark-faced soldier, with an iron jaw. He had lost one arm in battle,
+and was loyal to his chief."
+
+"So I have heard--a stronger man than De Baugis?"
+
+"A more resolute; all depends on what orders La Salle left, and the
+number of men the two command."
+
+"In that respect the difference is not great. De Baugis had but a
+handful of soldiers to take from Mackinac, although his _voyageurs_
+may be depended upon to obey his will. His instructions were not to
+employ force."
+
+"And the garrison of St. Louis?"
+
+"'Tis hard to tell, as there are fur hunters there of whom we have no
+record. La Salle's report would make his own command eighteen, but
+they are well chosen, and he hath lieutenants not so far away as to be
+forgotten. La Forest would strike at a word, and De la Durantaye is at
+the Chicago portage, and no friend of mine. 'Tis of importance,
+therefore, that your voyage be swiftly completed, and my orders placed
+in De Baugis' hands. Are all things ready for departure?"
+
+"Ay, the boats only await my coming."
+
+The Governor leaned his head on his hand, crumbling the paper between
+his fingers.
+
+"This young fellow--De Artigny," he said thoughtfully, "you have some
+special reason for keeping him in your company?"
+
+Cassion crossed the room, his face suddenly darkening.
+
+"Ay, now I have," he explained shortly, "although I first engaged his
+services merely for what I deemed to be their value. He spoke me most
+fairly."
+
+"But since?"
+
+"I have cause to suspect. Chevet tells me that today he had conference
+with Mademoiselle at the House of the Ursulines."
+
+"Ah, 'twas for that then you had his ticket revoked. I see where the
+shoe pinches. 'Twill be safer with him in the boats than back here in
+Quebec. Then I give permission, and wash my hands of the whole
+affair--but beware of him, Cassion."
+
+"I may be trusted, sir."
+
+"I question that no longer." He hesitated slightly, then added in
+lower tone: "If accident occur the report may be briefly made. I think
+that will be all."
+
+Both men were upon their feet, and La Barre extended his hand across
+the desk. I do not know what movement may have caused it, but at that
+moment, a wooden ring holding the curtain fell, and struck the floor
+at my feet. Obeying the first impulse I thrust De Artigny back behind
+me into the shadow, and held aside the drapery. Both men, turning,
+startled at the sound, beheld me clearly, and stared in amazement.
+Cassion took a step forward, an exclamation of surprise breaking from
+his lips.
+
+"Adele! Mademoiselle!"
+
+I stepped more fully into the light, permitting the curtain to fall
+behind me, and my eyes swept their faces.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur--you were seeking me?"
+
+"For an hour past; for what reason did you leave the ballroom?"
+
+With no purpose in my mind but to gain time in which to collect my
+thought and protect De Artigny from discovery, I made answer, assuming
+a carelessness of demeanor which I was far from feeling.
+
+"Has it been so long, Monsieur?" I returned in apparent surprise. "Why
+I merely sought a breath of fresh air, and became interested in the
+scene without."
+
+La Barre stood motionless, just as he had risen to his feet at the
+first alarm, his eyes on my face, his heavy eyebrows contracted in a
+frown.
+
+"I will question the young lady, Cassion," he said sternly, "for I
+have interests here of my own. Mademoiselle!"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"How long have you been behind that curtain?"
+
+"Monsieur Cassion claims to have sought me for an hour."
+
+"Enough of that," his voice grown harsh, and threatening. "You address
+the Governor; answer me direct."
+
+I lifted my eyes to his stern face, but they instantly fell before the
+encounter of his fierce gaze.
+
+"I do not know, Monsieur."
+
+"Who was here when you came in?"
+
+"No one, Monsieur; the room was empty."
+
+"Then you hid there, and overheard the conversation between Colonel
+Delguard and myself?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur," I confessed, feeling my limbs tremble.
+
+"And also all that has passed since Monsieur Cassion entered?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+He drew a deep breath, striking his hand on the desk, as though he
+would control his anger.
+
+"Were you alone? Had you a companion?"
+
+I know not how I managed it, yet I raised my eyes to his, simulating a
+surprise I was far from feeling.
+
+"Alone, Monsieur? I am Adele la Chesnayne; if you doubt, the way of
+discovery is open without word from me."
+
+His suspicious, doubting eyes never left my face, and there was sneer
+in his voice as he answered.
+
+"Bah! I am not in love to be played with by a witch. Perchance 'tis
+not easy for you to lie. Well, we will see. Look within the alcove,
+Cassion."
+
+The Commissaire was there even before the words of command were
+uttered, and my heart seemed to stop beating as his heavy hand
+tore aside the drapery. I leaned on the desk, bracing myself,
+expecting a blow, a struggle; but all was silent. Cassion, braced,
+and expectant, peered into the shadows, evidently perceiving nothing;
+then stepped within, only to instantly reappear, his expression
+that of disappointment. The blood surged back to my heart, and my
+lips smiled.
+
+"No one is there, Monsieur," he reported, "but the window is open."
+
+"And not a dangerous leap to the court below," returned La Barre
+thoughtfully. "So far you win, Mademoiselle. Now will you answer
+me--were you alone there ten minutes ago?"
+
+"It is useless for me to reply, Monsieur," I answered with dignity,
+"as it will in no way change your decision."
+
+"You have courage, at least."
+
+"The inheritance of my race, Monsieur."
+
+"Well, we'll test it then, but not in the form you anticipate." He
+smiled, but not pleasantly, and resumed his seat at the desk. "I
+propose closing your mouth, Mademoiselle, and placing you beyond
+temptation. Monsieur Cassion, have the lieutenant at the door enter."
+
+I stood in silence, wondering at what was about to occur; was I to be
+made prisoner? or what form was my punishment to assume? The power of
+La Barre I knew, and his stern vindictiveness, and well I realized the
+fear and hate which swept his mind, as he recalled the conversation I
+had overheard. He must seal my lips to protect himself--but how? As
+though in a daze I saw Cassion open the door, speak a sharp word to
+one without, and return, followed by a young officer, who glanced
+curiously aside at me, even as he saluted La Barre, and stood silently
+awaiting his orders. The latter remained a moment motionless, his lips
+firm set.
+
+"Where is Father Le Guard?"
+
+"In the Chapel, Monsieur; he passed me a moment ago."
+
+"Good; inform the _père_ that I desire his presence at once. Wait!
+know you the fur trader, Hugo Chevet?"
+
+"I have seen the man, Monsieur--a big fellow, with a shaggy head."
+
+"Ay, as savage as the Indians he has lived among. He is to be found at
+Eclair's wine shop in the Rue St. Louis. Have your sentries bring him
+here to me. Attend to both these matters."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+La Barre's eyes turned from the disappearing figure of the officer,
+rested a moment on my face, and then smiled grimly as he fronted
+Cassion. He seemed well pleased with himself, and to have recovered
+his good humor.
+
+"A delightful surprise for you, Monsieur Cassion," he said genially,
+"and let us hope no less a pleasure for the fair lady. Be seated,
+Mademoiselle; there may be a brief delay. You perceive my plan, no
+doubt?"
+
+Cassion did not answer, and the Governor looked at me.
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+"And yet so simple, so joyful a way out of this unfortunate
+predicament. I am surprised. Cassion here might not appreciate how
+nicely this method will answer to close your lips, but you,
+remembering clearly the private conference between myself and Colonel
+Delguard, should grasp my purpose at once. Your marriage is to take
+place tonight, Mademoiselle."
+
+"Tonight! my marriage! to whom?"
+
+"Ah! is there then more than one prospective bridegroom? Monsieur
+Cassion surely I am not in error that you informed me of your
+engagement to Mademoiselle la Chesnayne?"
+
+"She has been pledged me in marriage, Monsieur--the banns published."
+
+I sat with bowed head, my cheeks flaming.
+
+"'Tis then as I understood," La Barre went on, chuckling. "The lady is
+over modest."
+
+"I have made no pledge," I broke in desperately. "Monsieur spoke to my
+Uncle Chevet, not I!"
+
+"Yet you were told! You made no refusal?"
+
+"Monsieur, I could not; they arranged it all, and, besides, it was not
+to be until Monsieur returned from the West. I do not love him; I
+thought--"
+
+"Bah! what is love? 'Tis enough that you accepted. This affair is no
+longer one of affection; it has become the King's business, a matter
+of State. I decide it is best for you to leave Quebec; ay! and New
+France, Mademoiselle. There is but one choice, imprisonment here, or
+exile into the wilderness." He leaned forward staring into my face
+with his fierce, threatening eyes. "I feel it better that you go as
+Monsieur Cassion's wife, and under his protection. I decree that so
+you shall go."
+
+"Alone--with--with--Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+"One of his party. 'Tis my order also that Hugo Chevet be of the
+company. Perchance a year in the wilderness may be of benefit to him,
+and he might be of value in watching over young De Artigny."
+
+Never have I felt more helpless, more utterly alone. I knew all he
+meant, but my mind grasped no way of escape. His face leered at me as
+through a mist, yet as I glanced aside at Cassion it only brought home
+to me a more complete dejection. The man was glad--glad! He had no
+conscience, no shame. To appeal to him would be waste of breath--a
+deeper humiliation. Suddenly I felt cold, hard, reckless; ay! they had
+the power to force me through the unholy ceremony. I was only a
+helpless girl; but beyond that I would laugh at them; and Cassion--if
+he dared--
+
+The door opened, and a lean priest in long black robe entered
+noiselessly, bending his shaven head to La Barre, as his crafty eyes
+swiftly swept our faces.
+
+"Monsieur desired my presence?"
+
+"Yes, Père le Guard, a mission of happiness. There are two here to be
+joined in matrimony by bonds of Holy Church. We but wait the coming of
+the lady's guardian."
+
+The _père_ must have interpreted the expression of my face.
+
+"'Tis regular, Monsieur?" he asked.
+
+"By order of the King," returned La Barre sternly. "Beyond that it is
+not necessary that you inquire. Ah! Monsieur Chevet! they found you
+then? I have a pleasant surprise for you. 'Tis hereby ordered that you
+accompany Commissaire Cassion to the Illinois country as interpreter,
+to be paid from my private fund."
+
+Chevet stared into the Governor's dark face, scarce able to
+comprehend, his brain dazed from heavy drinking.
+
+"The Illinois country! I--Hugo Chevet? 'Tis some joke, Monsieur."
+
+"None at all, as you will discover presently, my man. I do not jest on
+the King's service."
+
+"But my land, Monsieur; my niece?"
+
+La Barre permitted himself a laugh.
+
+"Bah! let the land lie fallow; 'twill cost little while you draw a
+wage, and as for Mademoiselle, 'tis that you may accompany her I make
+choice. Stand back; you have your orders, and now I'll show you good
+reason." He stood up, and placed his hand on Cassion's arm. "Now my
+dear, Francois, if you will join the lady."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+THE WIFE OF FRANCOIS CASSION
+
+
+It is vague, all that transpired. I knew then, and recall now, much of
+the scene yet it returns to memory more in a passing picture than an
+actual reality in which I was an actor. But one clear impression
+dominated my brain--my helplessness to resist the command of La Barre.
+His word was law in the colony, and from it there was no appeal, save
+to the King. Through swimming mist I saw his face, stern, dark,
+threatening, and then glimpsed Cassion approaching me, a smile curling
+his thin lips. I shrank back from him, yet arose to my feet, trembling
+so that I clung to the chair to keep erect.
+
+"Do not touch me, Monsieur," I said, in a voice which scarcely sounded
+like my own. Cassion stood still, the smile of triumph leaving his
+face. La Barre turned, his eyes cold and hard.
+
+"What is this, Mademoiselle? You would dare disobey me?"
+
+I caught my breath, gripping the chair with both hands.
+
+"No, Monsieur le Governor," I answered, surprised at the clearness
+with which I spoke. "That would be useless; you have behind you the
+power of France, and I am a mere girl. Nor do I appeal, for I know
+well the cause of your decision. It is indeed my privilege to appeal
+to Holy Church for protection from this outrage, but not through such
+representative as I see here."
+
+"Père le Guard is chaplain of my household."
+
+"And servant to your will, Monsieur. 'Tis known in all New France he
+is more diplomat than priest. Nay! I take back my word, and will make
+trial of his priesthood. Father, I do not love this man, nor marry him
+of my own free will. I appeal to you, to the church, to refuse the
+sanction."
+
+The priest stood with fingers interlocked, and head bowed, nor did his
+eyes meet mine.
+
+"I am but the humble instrument of those in authority, Daughter," he
+replied gently, "and must perform the sacred duties of my office. 'Tis
+your own confession that your hand has been pledged to Monsieur
+Cassion."
+
+"By Hugo Chevet, not myself."
+
+"Without objection on your part." He glanced up slyly. "Perchance this
+was before the appearance of another lover, the Sieur de Artigny."
+
+I felt the color flood my cheeks, yet from indignation rather than
+embarrassment.
+
+"No word of love has been spoken me by Monsieur de Artigny," I
+answered swiftly. "He is a friend, no more. I do not love Francois
+Cassion, nor marry him but through force; ay! nor does he love
+me--this is but a scheme to rob me of my inheritance."
+
+"Enough of this," broke in La Barre sternly, and he gripped my arm.
+"The girl hath lost her head, and such controversy is unseemly in my
+presence. Père le Guard, let the ceremony proceed."
+
+"'Tis your order, Monsieur?"
+
+"Ay! do I not speak my will plainly enough? Come, the hour is late,
+and our King's business is of more import than the whim of a girl."
+
+I never moved, never lifted my eyes. I was conscious of nothing, but
+helpless, impotent anger, of voiceless shame. They might force me to
+go through the form, but never would they make me the wife of this
+man. My heart throbbed with rebellion, my mind hardened into revolt. I
+knew all that occurred, realized the significance of every word and
+act, yet it was as if they appertained to someone else. I felt the
+clammy touch of Cassion's hand on my nerveless fingers, and I must
+have answered the interrogatories of the priest, for his voice droned
+on, meaningless to the end. It was only in the silence which followed
+that I seemed to regain consciousness, and a new grip on my numbed
+faculties. Indeed I was still groping in the fog, bewildered, inert,
+when La Barre gave utterance to a coarse laugh.
+
+"Congratulations, Francois," he cried. "A fair wife, and not so
+unwilling after all. And now your first kiss."
+
+The sneer of these words was like a slap in the face, and all the
+hatred, and indignation I felt seethed to the surface. A heavy paper
+knife lay on the desk, and I gripped it in my fingers, and stepped
+back, facing them. The mist seemed to roll away, and I saw their
+faces, and there must have been that in mine to startle them, for even
+La Barre gave back a step, and the grin faded from the thin lips of
+the Commissaire.
+
+"'Tis ended then," I said, and my voice did not falter. "I am this
+man's wife. Very well, you have had your way; now I will have mine.
+Listen to what I shall say, Monsieur le Governor, and you also,
+Francois Cassion. By rite of church you call me wife, but that is your
+only claim. I know your law, and that this ceremony has sealed my
+lips. I am your captive, nothing more; you can rob me now--but, mark
+you! all that you will ever get is money. Monsieur Cassion, if you
+dare lay so much as a finger on me, I will kill you, as I would a
+snake. I know what I say, and mean it. You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur,
+if you doubt how my race repays insult. I will go with you; I will
+bear your name; this the law compels, but I am still mistress of my
+soul, and of my body. You hear me, Messieurs? You understand?"
+
+Cassion stood leaning forward, just where my first words had held him
+motionless. As I paused his eyes were on my face, and he lifted a hand
+to wipe away drops of perspiration. La Barre crumpled the paper he
+held savagely.
+
+"So," he exclaimed, "we have unchained a tiger cat. Well, all this is
+naught to me; and Francois, I leave you and the wilderness to do the
+taming. In faith, 'tis time already you were off. You agree to
+accompany the party without resistance, Madame?"
+
+"As well there, as here," I answered contemptuously.
+
+"And you, Hugo Chevet?"
+
+The giant growled something inarticulate through his beard, not
+altogether, I thought, to La Barre's liking, for his face darkened.
+
+"By St. Anne! 'tis a happy family amid which you start your honeymoon,
+Monsieur Cassion," he ejaculated at length, "but go you must, though I
+send a file of soldiers with you to the boats. Now leave me, and I
+would hear no more until word comes of your arrival at St. Louis."
+
+We left the room together, the three of us, and no one spoke, as we
+traversed the great assembly hall, in which dancers still lingered,
+and gained the outer hall. Cassion secured my cloak, and I wrapped it
+about my shoulders, for the night air without was already chill, and
+then, yet in unbroken silence, we passed down the steps into the
+darkness of the street. I walked beside Chevet, who was growling to
+himself, scarce sober enough to clearly realize what had occurred, and
+so we followed the Commissaire down the steep path which led to the
+river.
+
+There was no pomp now, no military guard, or blazing torches. All
+about us was gloom and silence, the houses fronting the narrow passage
+black, although a gleam of fire revealed the surface of the water
+below. The rough paving made walking difficult, and I tripped twice
+during the descent, once wrenching an ankle, but with no outcry. I was
+scarce conscious of the pain, or of my surroundings, for my mind still
+stood aghast over what had occurred. It had been so swiftly
+accomplished I yet failed to grasp the full significance.
+
+Vaguely I comprehended that I was no longer Adele la Chesnayne, but
+the wife of that man I followed. A word, a muttered prayer, an
+uplifted hand, had made me his slave, his vassal. Nothing could break
+the bond between us save death. I might hate, despise, revile, but the
+bond held. This thought grew clearer as my mind readjusted itself, and
+the full horror of the situation took possession of me. Yet there was
+nothing I could do; I could neither escape or fight, nor had I a
+friend to whom I could appeal. Suddenly I realized that I still
+grasped in my hand the heavy paper knife I had snatched up from La
+Barre's desk, and I thrust it into the waistband of my skirt. It was
+my only weapon of defense, yet to know I had even that seemed to bring
+me a glow of courage.
+
+We reached the river's edge and halted. Below us, on the bank, the
+blazing fire emitted a red gleam reflecting on the water, and showing
+us the dark outlines of waiting canoes, and seated figures. Gazing
+about Cassion broke the silence, his voice assuming the harshness of
+authority.
+
+"Three canoes! Where is the other? Huh! if there be delay now, someone
+will make answer to me. Pass the word for the sergeant; ah! is this
+you Le Claire?"
+
+"All is prepared, Monsieur."
+
+He glared at the stocky figure fronting him in infantry uniform.
+
+"Prepared! You have but three boats at the bank."
+
+"The other is below, Monsieur; it is loaded and waits to lead the
+way."
+
+"Ah! and who is in charge?"
+
+"Was it not your will that it be the guide--the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"_Sacre!_ but I had forgotten the fellow. Ay! 'tis the best place for
+him. And are all provisions and arms aboard? You checked them, Le
+Claire?"
+
+"With care, Monsieur; I watched the stowing of each piece; there is
+nothing forgotten."
+
+"And the men?"
+
+"Four Indian paddlers to each boat, Monsieur, twenty soldiers, a
+priest, and the guide."
+
+"'Tis the tally. Make room for two more in the large canoe; ay, the
+lady goes. Change a soldier each to your boat and that of Père Allouez
+until we make our first camp, where we can make new arrangement."
+
+"There is room in De Artigny's canoe."
+
+"We'll not call him back; the fellows will tuck away somehow. Come,
+let's be off, it looks like dawn over yonder."
+
+I found myself in one of the canoes, so filled with men any movement
+was almost impossible, yet of this I did not complain for my Uncle
+Chevet was next to me, and Cassion took place at the steering oar in
+the stern. To be separated from him was all I asked, although the very
+sound of his harsh voice rasping out orders, as we swung out from the
+bank rendered me almost frantic. My husband! God! and I was actually
+married to that despicable creature! I think I hardly realized before
+what had occurred, but now the hideous truth came, and I buried my
+face in my hands, and felt tears stealing through my fingers.
+
+Yet only for a moment were these tears of weakness. Indignation,
+anger, hatred conquered me. He had won! he had used power to conquer!
+Very well, now he would pay the price. He thought me a helpless girl;
+he would find me a woman, and a La Chesnayne. The tears left my eyes,
+and my head lifted, as purpose and decision returned.
+
+We were skirting the northern bank, the high bluffs blotting out the
+stars, with here and there, far up above us, a light gleaming from
+some distant window, its rays reflecting along the black water. The
+Indian paddlers worked silently, driving the sharp prow of the heavily
+laden canoe steadily up stream. Farther out to the left was the dim
+outline of another boat, keeping pace with ours, the moving figures of
+the paddlers revealed against the water beyond.
+
+I endeavored to discern the canoe which led the way, over which De
+Artigny held command, but it was hidden by a wall of mist too far away
+to be visible. Yet the very thought that the young Sieur was there,
+accompanying us into the drear wilderness, preserved me from utter
+despair. I would not be alone, or friendless. Even when he learned the
+truth, he would know it was not my fault, and though he might
+question, and even doubt, at first, yet surely the opportunity would
+come for me to confess all, and feel his sympathy, and protection. I
+cannot explain the confidence which this certainty of his presence
+brought, or how gratefully I awaited the dawn, and its revelation.
+
+'Tis not in the spirit of youth to be long depressed by misfortune,
+and although each echo of Cassion's voice recalled my condition, I was
+not indifferent to the changing scene. Chevet, still sodden with
+drink, fell asleep, his head on his pack, but I remained wide awake,
+watching the first faint gleam of light along the edge of the cloud
+stretching across the eastern sky line. It was a dull, drear morning,
+everywhere a dull gray, the wide waters about us silent and deserted.
+To the right the shore line was desolate and bare, except for
+blackened stumps of fire-devastated woods, and brown rocks, while in
+every other direction the river spread wide in sullen flow. There was
+no sound but the dip of the paddles and the heavy breathing.
+
+As the sun forced its way through the obscuring cloud, the mist rose
+slowly, and drifted aside, giving me glimpse of the canoe in advance,
+although it remained indistinct, a vague speck in the waste of water.
+I sat motionless gazing about at the scene, yet vaguely comprehending
+the nature of our surroundings. My mind reviewed the strange events of
+the past night, and endeavored to adjust itself to my new environment.
+Almost in an instant of time my life had utterly changed--I had been
+married and exiled; wedded to a man whom I despised, and forced to
+accompany him into the unknown wilderness. It was like a dream, a
+delirium of fever, and even yet I could not seem to comprehend its
+dread reality. But the speeding canoes, the strange faces, the
+occasional sound of Cassion's voice, the slumbering figure of Chevet
+was evidence of truth not to be ignored, and ahead yonder, a mere
+outline, was the boat which contained De Artigny. What would he say,
+or do, when he learned the truth? Would he care greatly? Had I read
+rightly the message of his eyes? Could I have trust, and confidence in
+his loyalty? Would he accept my explanation! or would he condemn me
+for this act in which I was in no wise to blame? Mother of God! it
+came to me that it was not so much Monsieur Cassion I feared, as the
+Sieur de Artigny. What would be his verdict? My heart seemed to stop
+its beating, and tears dimmed my eyes, as I gazed across the water at
+that distant canoe. I knew then that all my courage, all my hope,
+centered on his decision--the decision of the man I loved.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+THE TWO MEN MEET
+
+
+I could not have slept, although I must have lost consciousness of our
+surroundings, for I was aroused by Cassion's voice shouting some
+command, and became aware that we were making landing on the river
+bank. The sun was two hours high, and the spot selected a low
+grass-covered point, shaded by trees. Chevet had awakened, sobered by
+his nap, and the advance canoe had already been drawn up on the shore,
+the few soldiers it contained busily engaged in starting fires with
+which to cook our morning meal.
+
+I perceived De Artigny with my first glance, standing erect on the
+bank, his back toward us, directing the men in their work. As we shot
+forward toward the landing he turned indifferently, and I marked the
+sudden straightening of his body, as though in surprise, although the
+distance gave me no clear vision of his face. As our canoe came into
+the shallows, he sprang down the bank to greet us, hat in hand, his
+eyes on me. My own glance fell before the eagerness in his face, and I
+turned away.
+
+"Ah! Monsieur Cassion," he exclaimed, the very sound of his
+voice evidencing delight. "You have guests on the journey; 'tis
+unexpected."
+
+Cassion stepped over the side, and fronted him, no longer a smiling
+gallant of the court, but brutal in authority.
+
+"And what is that to you, may I ask, Sieur de Artigny?" he said,
+coldly contemptuous. "You are but our guide, and it is no concern of
+yours who may compose the company. 'Twill be well for you to remember
+your place, and attend to your duties. Go now, and see that the men
+have breakfast served."
+
+There was a moment of silence, and I did not even venture to glance up
+to perceive what occurred, although I felt that De Artigny's eyes
+shifted their inquiry from Cassion's face to mine. There must be no
+quarrel now, not until he knew the truth, not until I had opportunity
+to explain, and yet he was a firebrand, and it would be like him to
+resent such words. How relieved I felt, as his voice made final
+answer.
+
+"Pardon, Monsieur le Commissaire," he said, pleasantly enough. "It is
+true I forgot my place in this moment of surprise. I obey your
+orders."
+
+I looked up as he turned away, and disappeared. Cassion stared after
+him, smothering an oath, and evidently disappointed at so tame an
+ending of the affair, for it was his nature to bluster and boast. Yet
+as his lips changed to a grin, I knew of what the man was thinking--he
+had mistaken De Artigny's actions for cowardice, and felt assured now
+of how he would deal with him. He turned to the canoe, a new
+conception of importance in the sharp tone of his voice.
+
+"Come ashore, men; ay! draw the boat higher on the sand. Now, Monsieur
+Chevet, assist your niece forward to where I can help her to land with
+dry feet--permit me, Adele."
+
+"It is not at all necessary, Monsieur," I replied, avoiding his hand,
+and leaping lightly to the firm sand. "I am no dainty maid of Quebec
+to whom such courtesy is due." I stood and faced him, not unpleased to
+mark the anger in his eyes. "Not always have you shown yourself so
+considerate."
+
+"Why blame me for the act of La Barre?"
+
+"The act would never have been considered had you opposed it,
+Monsieur. It was your choice, not the Governor's."
+
+"I would wed you--yes; but that is no crime. But let us understand
+each other. Those were harsh words you spoke in anger in the room
+yonder."
+
+"They were not in anger."
+
+"But surely--"
+
+"Monsieur, you have forced me into marriage; the law holds me as your
+wife. I know not how I may escape that fate, or avoid accompanying
+you. So far I submit, but no farther. I do not love you; I do not even
+feel friendship toward you. Let me pass."
+
+He grasped my arm, turning me about until I faced him, his eyes
+glaring into mine.
+
+"Not until I speak," he replied threateningly. "Do not mistake my
+temper, or imagine me blind. I know what has so suddenly changed
+you--it is that gay, simpering fool yonder. But be careful how far you
+go. I am your husband, and in authority here."
+
+"Monsieur, your words are insult; release your hand."
+
+"So you think to deceive! Bah! I am too old a bird for that, or to pay
+heed to such airs. I have seen girls before, and a mood does not
+frighten me. But listen now--keep away from De Artigny unless you seek
+trouble."
+
+"What mean you by that threat?"
+
+"You will learn to your sorrow; the way we travel is long, and I am
+woodsman as well as soldier. You will do well to heed my words."
+
+I released my arm, but did not move. My only feeling toward him at
+that moment was one of disgust, defiance. The threat in his eyes, the
+cool insolence of his speech, set my blood on fire.
+
+"Monsieur," I said coldly, although every nerve of my body throbbed,
+"you may know girls, but you deal now with a woman. Your speech, your
+insinuation is insult. I disliked you before; now I despise you, yet I
+will say this in answer to what you have intimated. Monsieur de
+Artigny is nothing to me, save that he hath shown himself friend. You
+wrong him, even as you wrong me, in thinking otherwise, and whatever
+the cause of misunderstanding between us, there is no excuse for you
+to pick quarrel with him."
+
+"You appear greatly concerned over his safety."
+
+"Not at all; so far as I have ever heard the Sieur de Artigny has
+heretofore proven himself quite capable of sustaining his own part.
+'Tis more like I am concerned for you."
+
+"For me? You fool! Why, I was a swordsman when that lad was at his
+mother's knee." He laughed, but with ugly gleam of teeth. "_Sacre!_ I
+hate such play acting. But enough of quarrel now; there is sufficient
+time ahead to bring you to your senses, and a knowledge of who is your
+master. Hugo Chevet, come here."
+
+My uncle climbed the bank, his rifle in hand, with face still bloated,
+and red from the drink of the night before. Behind him appeared the
+slender black-robed figure of the Jesuit, his eyes eager with
+curiosity. It was sight of the latter which caused Cassion to moderate
+his tone of command.
+
+"You will go with Chevet," he said, pointing to the fire among the
+trees, "until I can talk to you alone."
+
+"A prisoner?"
+
+"No; a guest," sarcastically, "but do not overstep the courtesy."
+
+We left him in conversation with the _père_, and I did not even glance
+back. Chevet breathed heavily, and I caught the mutter of his voice.
+"What meaneth all this chatter?" he asked gruffly. "Must you two
+quarrel so soon?"
+
+"Why not?" I retorted. "The man bears me no love; 'tis but gold he
+thinks about."
+
+"Gold!" he stopped, and slapped his thighs. "'Tis precious little of
+that he will ever see then."
+
+"And why not? Was not my father a land owner?"
+
+"Ay! till the King took it."
+
+"Then even you do not know the truth. I am glad to learn that, for I
+have dreamed that you sold me to this coxcomb for a share of the
+spoils."
+
+"What? a share of the spoils! Bah! I am no angel, girl, nor pretend to
+a virtue more than I possess. There is truth in the thought that I
+might benefit by your marriage to Monsieur Cassion, and, by my faith,
+I see no wrong in that. Have you not cost me heavily in these years?
+Why should I not seek for you a husband of worth in these colonies?
+Wherefore is that a crime? Were you my own daughter I could do no
+less, and this man is not ill to look upon, a fair-spoken gallant, a
+friend of La Barre's, chosen by him for special service--"
+
+"And with influence in the fur trade."
+
+"All the better that," he continued obstinately. "Why should a girl
+object if her husband be rich?"
+
+"But he is not rich," I said plainly, looking straight into his eyes.
+"He is no more than a penniless adventurer; an actor playing a part
+assigned him by the Governor; while you and I do the same. Listen,
+Monsieur Chevet, the property at St. Thomas is mine by legal right,
+and it was to gain possession that this wretch sought my hand."
+
+"Your legal right?"
+
+"Ay, restored by the King in special order."
+
+"It is not true; I had the records searched by a lawyer, Monsieur
+Gautier, of St. Anne."
+
+I gave a gesture of indignation.
+
+"A country advocate at whom those in authority would laugh. I tell you
+what I say is true; the land was restored, and the fact is known to La
+Barre and to Cassion. It is this fact which has caused all our
+troubles. I overheard talk last night between the Governor and his
+aide-de-camp, Colonel Delguard--you know him?"
+
+Chevet nodded, his interest stirred.
+
+"They thought themselves alone, and were laughing at the success of
+their trick. I was hidden behind the heavy curtains at the window, and
+every word they spoke reached my ears. Then they sent for Cassion."
+
+"But where is the paper?"
+
+"I did not learn; they have it hidden, no doubt, awaiting the proper
+time to produce it. But there is such a document: La Barre explained
+that clearly, and the reason why he wished Cassion to marry me. They
+were all three talking when an accident happened, which led to my
+discovery."
+
+"Ah! and so that was what hurried the wedding, and sent me on this
+wild wilderness chase. They would bury me in the woods--_sacre!_--"
+
+"Hush now--Cassion has left the canoe already, and we can talk of this
+later. Let us seem to suspect nothing."
+
+This was the first meal of many eaten together along the river bank in
+the course of our long journey, yet the recollection of that scene
+rises before my memory now with peculiar vividness. It was a bright,
+glorious morning, the arching sky blue overhead, and the air soft with
+early autumn. Our temporary camp was at the edge of a grove, and below
+us swept the broad river, a gleaming highway of silvery water without
+speck upon its surface. Except for our little party of voyagers no
+evidence of life was visible, not even a distant curl of smoke
+obscuring the horizon.
+
+Cassion had divided us into groups, and, from where I had found
+resting place, with a small flat rock for table, I was enabled to see
+the others scattered to the edge of the bank, and thus learned for the
+first time, the character of those with whom I was destined to
+companion on the long journey. There were but four of us in that first
+group, which included Père Allouez, a silent man, fingering his cross,
+and barely touching food. His face under the black cowl was drawn, and
+creased by strange lines, and his eyes burned with fanaticism. If I
+had ever dreamed of him as one to whom I might turn for counsel, the
+thought instantly vanished as our glances met.
+
+A soldier and two Indians served us, while their companions, divided
+into two groups, were gathered at the other extremity of the ridge,
+the soldiers under discipline of their own under officers, and the
+Indians watched over by Sieur De Artigny, who rested, however,
+slightly apart, his gaze on the broad river. Never once while I
+observed did he turn and glance my way. I counted the men, as I
+endeavored to eat, scarcely heeding the few words exchanged by those
+about me. The Indians numbered ten, including their chief, whom
+Cassion called Altudah. Chevet named them as Algonquins from the
+Ottawa, treacherous rascals enough, yet with expert knowledge of water
+craft.
+
+Altudah was a tall savage, wrapped in gaudy blanket, his face rendered
+sinister and repulsive by a scar the full length of his cheek, yet he
+spoke French fairly well, and someone said that he had three times
+made journey to Mackinac, and knew the waterways. There were
+twenty-four soldiers, including a sergeant and corporal, of the
+Regiment of Picardy; active fellows enough, and accustomed to the
+frontier, although they gave small evidence of discipline, and their
+uniforms were in shocking condition. The sergeant was a heavily built,
+stocky man, but the others were rather undersized, and of little
+spirit. The same thought must have been in the minds of others, for
+the expression on Monsieur Cassion's face was not pleasant as he
+stared about.
+
+"Chevet," he exclaimed disgustedly "did ever you see a worse selection
+for wilderness travel than La Barre has given us? Cast your eyes down
+the line yonder; by my faith! there is not a real man among them."
+
+Chevet who had been growling to himself, with scarce a thought other
+than the food before him, lifted his eyes and looked.
+
+"Not so bad," he answered finally, the words rumbling in his throat.
+"Altudah is a good Indian, and has traveled with me before, and the
+sergeant yonder looks like a fighting man."
+
+"Ay, but the others?"
+
+"No worse than all the scum. De Baugis had no better with him, and La
+Salle led a gang of outcasts. With right leadership you can make them
+do men's work. 'Tis no kid-gloved job you have, Monsieur Cassion."
+
+The insulting indifference of the old fur trader's tone surprised the
+Commissaire, and he exhibited resentment.
+
+"You are overly free with your comments, Hugo Chevet. When I wish
+advice I will ask it."
+
+"And in the woods I do not always wait to be asked," returned the
+older man, lighting his pipe, and calmly puffing out the blue smoke.
+"Though it is likely enough you will be asking for it before you
+journey many leagues further."
+
+"You are under my orders."
+
+"So La Barre said, but the only duty he gave me was to watch over
+Adele here. He put no shackle on my tongue. You have chosen your
+course?"
+
+"Yes, up the Ottawa."
+
+"I supposed so, although that boy yonder could lead you a shorter
+passage."
+
+"How learned you that?"
+
+"By talking with him in Quebec. He even sketched me a map of the route
+he traveled with La Salle. You knew it not?"
+
+"'Twas of no moment, for my orders bid me go by St. Ignace. Yet it
+might be well to question him and the chief also." He turned to the
+nearest soldier. "Tell the Algonquin, Altudah, to come here, and Sieur
+de Artigny."
+
+They approached together, two specimens of the frontier as different
+as could be pictured, and stood silent, fronting Cassion who looked at
+them frowning, and in no pleasant humor. The eyes of the younger man
+sought my face for an instant, and the swift glance gave harsher note
+to the Commissaire's voice.
+
+"We will reload the canoes here for the long voyage," he said
+brusquely. "The sergeant will have charge of that, but both of you
+will be in the leading boat, and will keep well in advance of the
+others. Our course is by way of the Ottawa. You know that stream,
+Altudah?"
+
+The Indian bowed his head gravely, and extended one hand beneath the
+scarlet fold of his blanket.
+
+"Five time, Monsieur."
+
+"How far to the west, Chief?"
+
+"To place call Green Bay."
+
+Cassion turned his eyes on De Artigny, a slight sneer curling his
+lips.
+
+"And you?" he asked coldly.
+
+"But one journey, Monsieur, along the Ottawa and the lakes," was the
+quiet answer, "and that three years ago, yet I scarce think I would go
+astray. 'Tis not a course easily forgotten."
+
+"And beyond Green Bay?"
+
+"I have been to the mouth of the Great River."
+
+"You!" in surprise. "Were you of that party?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"And you actually reached the sea--the salt water?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Saint Anne! I never half believed the tale true, nor do I think
+overmuch of your word for it. But let that go. Chevet here tells me
+you know a shorter journey to the Illinois?"
+
+"Not by canoe, Monsieur. I followed Sieur de la Salle by forest trail
+to the Straits, and planned to return that way, but 'tis a foot
+journey."
+
+"Not fitted for such a party as this?"
+
+"Only as you trust to your rifles for food, bearing what packs we
+might on our backs. With the lady the trail is scarcely possible."
+
+"As to the lady I will make my own decision. Besides, our course is
+decided. We go to St. Ignace. What will be your course from Green
+Bay?"
+
+"Along the west shore, Monsieur; it is dangerous only by reason of
+storms."
+
+"And the distance?"
+
+"From St. Ignace?"
+
+"Ay! from St. Ignace! What distance lies between there and this Fort
+St. Louis, on the Illinois?"
+
+"'Twill be but a venture, Monsieur, but I think 'tis held at a hundred
+and fifty leagues."
+
+"Of wilderness?"
+
+"When I passed that way--yes; they tell me now the Jesuits have
+mission station at Green Bay, and there may be fur traders in Indian
+villages beyond."
+
+"No chance to procure supplies?"
+
+"Only scant rations of corn from the Indians."
+
+"Your report is in accordance with my instructions and maps, and no
+doubt is correct. That will be all. Take two more men in your boat,
+and depart at once. We shall follow immediately."
+
+As De Artigny turned away in obedience to these orders, his glance met
+mine, and seemed to question. Eager as I was to acquaint him with the
+true reason of my presence it was impossible. To have exhibited the
+slightest interest would only increase the enmity between the two men,
+and serve no good purpose. I did not even venture to gaze after him as
+he disappeared down the bank, feeling assured that Cassion's eyes were
+suspiciously watching me. My appearance of indifference must have been
+well assumed, for there was a sound of confidence in his voice as he
+bade us return to the canoes, and I even permitted him to assist me to
+my feet, and aid me in the descent to the shore.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+I DEFY CASSION
+
+
+Our progress was slow against the swift current of the St. Lawrence,
+and we kept close to the overhanging bank, following the guidance of
+the leading canoe. We were the second in line, and no longer
+over-crowded, so that I had ample room to rest at ease upon a pile of
+blankets, and gaze about me with interest on the changing scene.
+
+Cassion, encouraged possibly by my permitting his attendance down the
+bank, found seat near me, and endeavored to converse; but, although I
+tried to prove cordial, realizing now that to anger the man would only
+add to my perplexity, his inane remarks tried me so that I ceased
+reply, and we finally lapsed into silence. Chevet, who held the
+steering oar, asked him some questions, which led to a brisk argument,
+and I turned away my head, glad enough to escape, and be permitted the
+luxury of my own thoughts.
+
+How beautifully desolate it all was; with what fresh delight each
+new vista revealed itself. The wild life, the love of wilderness and
+solitude, was in my blood, and my nature responded to the charm
+of our surroundings. I was the daughter of one ever attracted by
+the frontier, and all my life had been passed amid primitive
+conditions--the wide out-of-doors was my home, and the lonely
+places called me. The broad, rapid sweep of the river up which we
+won our slow passage, the great beetling cliffs dark in shadows,
+and crowned by trees, the jutting rocks whitened by spray, the
+headlands cutting off all view ahead, then suddenly receding to
+permit of our circling on into the unknown--here extended a panorama
+of which I could never tire.
+
+My imagination swept ahead into the mystery which awaited us in that
+vast wilderness toward which we journeyed--the dangerous rivers, the
+portages, the swift rush of gleaming water, the black forests, the
+plains of waving grass, the Indian villages, and those immense lakes
+along whose shores we were destined to find way. All this possibility
+had come to me so unexpectedly, with such suddenness, that even yet I
+scarcely realized that my surroundings were real. They seemed more a
+dream than an actual fact, and I was compelled to concentrate my mind
+on those people about me before I could clearly comprehend the
+conditions under which I lived.
+
+Yet here was reality enough: the Indian paddlers, stripped to the
+waist, their bodies glistening, as with steady, tireless strokes, they
+forced our canoe forward, following relentlessly the wake of the
+speeding boat ahead; the little group of soldiers huddled in the bows,
+several sleeping already, the others amusing themselves with game of
+cards; while just in front of me sat the priest, his fingers clasping
+an open book, but his eyes on the river. The silhouette of his face,
+outlined beyond his black hood, seemed carved from stone, it was so
+expressionless and hard. There was something so sinister about it that
+I felt a chill run through me, and averted my eyes, only to encounter
+the glance of Cassion beside me, who smiled, and pointed out a huge
+terrace of rock which seemed a castle against the blue of the sky. I
+think he told me the fanciful name the earlier explorers had given the
+point, and related some legend with which it was connected, but my
+mind was not on his tale, and soon he ceased effort to entertain me,
+and his head nodded sleepily.
+
+I turned to glance back beyond the massive figure of Chevet at the
+steering oar, to gain glimpse of the canoes behind. The first was well
+up, so that even the faces of its occupants were revealed, but the
+second was but a black shapeless thing in the distance, a mere blotch
+upon the waters.
+
+Ahead of us, now sweeping around the point like a wild bird, amid a
+smother of spray, appeared the advance canoe. As it disappeared I
+could distinguish De Artigny at the stern, his coat off, his hands
+grasping a paddle. Above the point once more and in smoother water, I
+was aware that he turned and looked back, shading his eyes from the
+sun. I could not but wonder what he thought, what possible suspicion
+had come to him, regarding my presence in the company. There was no
+way in which he could have learned the truth, for there had been no
+communication between him and those who knew the facts.
+
+Never would he conceive so wild a thought as my marriage to Cassion.
+He might, indeed, believe that some strange, sudden necessity had
+compelled me to accompany them on this adventure, or he might suspect
+that I had deceived him, knowing all the time that I was to be of the
+party. I felt the shame of it bring the red blood into my cheeks, and
+my lips pressed together in firm resolve. I should tell him, tell him
+all; and he must judge my conduct from my own words, and not those of
+another. In some manner I must keep him away from Cassion--ay, and
+from Chevet--until opportunity came for me to first communicate with
+him.
+
+I was a woman, and some instinct of my nature told me that Sieur de
+Artigny held me in high esteem. And his was the disposition and the
+training to cause the striking of a blow first. That must not be, for
+now I was determined to unravel the cause for Cassion's eagerness to
+marry, and La Barre's willing assistance, and to accomplish this end
+there could be no quarreling between us.
+
+The weariness of the long night conquered even my brain, the steady
+splash of the paddles becoming a lullaby. Insensibly my head rested
+back against the pile of blankets, the glint of sunshine along the
+surface of the water vanished as my lashes fell, and, before I knew
+it, I slept soundly. I awoke with the sun in the western sky, so low
+down as to peep at me through the upper branches of trees lining the
+bank. Our surroundings had changed somewhat, the shores being no
+longer steep, and overhung with rocks, but only slightly uplifted, and
+covered with dense, dark woods, somber and silent. Their shadows
+nearly met in midstream, giving to the scene a look of desolation and
+gloom, the water sweeping on in sullen flow, without sparkle, or
+gaiety. Our boat clung close to the west shore, and I could look long
+distances through the aisles of trees into the silent gloom beyond.
+Not a leaf rustled, not a wild animal moved in the coverts. It was
+like an abode of death.
+
+And we moved so slowly, struggling upward against the current, for the
+Indians were resting, and the less expert hands of soldiers were
+wielding the paddles, urged on by Cassion, who had relieved Chevet at
+the steering oar. The harsh tones of his voice, and the heavy
+breathing of the laboring men alone broke the solemn stillness. I sat
+up, my body aching from the awkward position in which I lay, and
+endeavored to discern the other canoes.
+
+Behind us stretched a space of straight water, and one canoe was
+close, while the second was barely visible along a curve of the
+shore. Ahead, however, the river appeared vacant, the leading boat
+having vanished around a wooded bend. My eyes met those of Cassion,
+and the sight of him instantly restored me to a recollection of my
+plan--nothing could be gained by open warfare. I permitted my lips
+to smile, and noted instantly the change of expression in his face.
+
+"I have slept well, Monsieur," I said pleasantly, "for I was very
+tired."
+
+"'Tis the best way on a boat voyage," assuming his old manner, "but
+now the day is nearly done."
+
+"So late as that! You will make camp soon?"
+
+"If that be Cap Sante yonder, 'tis like we shall go ashore beyond. Ay!
+see the smoke spiral above the trees; a hundred rods more and we make
+the turn. The fellows will not be sorry, the way they ply the
+paddles." He leaned over and shook Chevet. "Time to rouse, Hugo, for
+we make camp. Bend to it, lads; there is food and a night's rest
+waiting you around yonder point. Dig deep, and send her along."
+
+As we skirted the extremity of shore I saw the opening in the woods,
+and the gleam of a cheerful fire amid green grass. The advance canoe
+swung half-hidden amid the overhanging roots of a huge pine tree, and
+the men were busily at work ashore. To the right they were already
+erecting a small tent, its yellow canvas showing plainly against the
+leafy background of the forest. As we circled the point closely,
+seeking the still water, we could perceive Altudah standing alone on a
+flat rock, his red blanket conspicuous as he pointed out the best
+place for landing. As we nosed into the bank, our sharp bow was
+grasped by waiting Indians and drawn safely ashore. I reached my feet,
+stiffened, and scarcely able to move my limbs, but determined to land
+without the aid of Cassion, whose passage forward was blocked by
+Chevet's huge bulk. As my weight rested on the edge of the canoe, De
+Artigny swung down from behind the chief, and extended his hand.
+
+"A slight spring," he said, "and you land with dry feet; good! now let
+me lift you--so."
+
+I had but the instant; I knew that, for I heard Cassion cry out
+something just behind me, and, surprised as I was by the sudden
+appearance of De Artigny, I yet realized the necessity for swift
+speech.
+
+"Monsieur," I whispered. "Do not talk, but listen. You would serve
+me?"
+
+"Ay!"
+
+"Then ask nothing, and above all do not quarrel with Cassion. I will
+tell you everything the moment I can see you safely alone. Until then
+do not seek me. I have your word?"
+
+He did not answer, for the Commissaire grasped my arm, and thrust
+himself in between us, his action so swift that the impact of his body
+thrust De Artigny back a step. I saw the hand of the younger man close
+on the knife hilt at his belt, but was quick enough to avert the hot
+words burning his lips.
+
+"A bit rough, Monsieur Cassion," I cried laughing merrily, even as I
+released my arm. "Why so much haste? I was near falling, and it was
+but courtesy which led the Sieur de Artigny to extend me his hand. It
+does not please me for you to be ever seeking a quarrel."
+
+There must have been that in my face which cooled him, for his hand
+fell, and his thin lips curled into sarcastic smile.
+
+"If I seemed hasty," he exclaimed, "it was more because I was blocked
+by that boor of a Chevet yonder, and it angered me to have this young
+gamecock ever at hand to push in. What think you you were employed
+for, fellow--an esquire of dames? Was there not work enough in the
+camp yonder, that you must be testing your fancy graces every time a
+boat lands?"
+
+There was no mild look in De Artigny's eyes as he fronted him, yet he
+held his temper, recalling my plea no doubt, and I hastened to step
+between, and furnish him excuse for silence.
+
+"Surely you do wrong to blame the young man, Monsieur, as but for his
+aid I would have slipped yonder. There is no cause for hard words, nor
+do I thank you for making me a subject of quarrel. Is it my tent they
+erect yonder?"
+
+"Ay," there was little graciousness to the tone, for the man had the
+nature of a bully. "'Twas my thought that it be brought for your use;
+and if Monsieur de Artigny will consent to stand aside, it will give
+me pleasure to escort you thither."
+
+The younger man's eyes glanced from the other's face into mine, as
+though seeking reassurance. His hat was instantly in his hand, and he
+stepped backward, bowing low.
+
+"The wish of the lady is sufficient," he said quietly, and then stood
+again erect, facing Cassion. "Yet," he added slowly, "I would remind
+Monsieur that while I serve him as a guide, it is as a volunteer, and
+I am also an officer of France."
+
+"Of France? Pah! of the renegade La Salle."
+
+"France has no more loyal servant, Monsieur Cassion in all this
+western land--nor is he renegade, for he holds the Illinois at the
+King's command."
+
+"Held it--yes; under Frontenac, but not now."
+
+"We will not quarrel over words, yet not even in Quebec was it claimed
+that higher authority than La Barre's had led to recall. Louis had
+never interfered, and it is De Tonty, and not De Baugis who is in
+command at St. Louis by royal order. My right to respect of rank is
+clearer than your own, Monsieur, so I beg you curb your temper."
+
+"You threaten me?"
+
+"No; we who live in the wilderness do not talk, we act. I obey your
+orders, do your will, on this expedition, but as a man, not a slave.
+In all else we stand equal, and I accept insult from no living man.
+'Tis well that you know this, Monsieur."
+
+The hat was back upon his head, and he had turned away before Cassion
+found answering speech. It was a jaunty, careless figure, disappearing
+amid the trees, the very swing of his shoulders a challenge, nor did
+he so much as glance about to mark the effect of his insolent words.
+For the instant I believed Cassion's first thought was murder, for he
+gripped a pistol in his hand, and flung one foot forward, an oath
+sputtering between his lips. Yet the arrant coward in him conquered
+even that mad outburst of passion, and before I could grasp his arm in
+restraint, the impulse had passed, and he was staring after the slowly
+receding figure of De Artigny, his fingers nerveless.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_--no! I'll show the pup who is the master," he muttered.
+"Let him disobey once, and I'll stretch his dainty form as I would an
+Indian cur."
+
+"Monsieur," I said, drawing his attention to my presence. "'Tis of no
+interest to me your silly quarrel with Sieur de Artigny. I am weary
+with the boat journey, and would rest until food is served."
+
+"But you heard the young cockerel! What he dared say to me?"
+
+"Surely; and were his words true?"
+
+"True! what mean you? That he would resist my authority?"
+
+"That he held commission from the King, while your only authority was
+by word of the Governor? Was it not by Royal Orders that La Salle was
+relieved of command?"
+
+Cassion's face exhibited embarrassment, yet he managed to laugh.
+
+"A mere boast the boy made, yet with a grain of truth to bolster it.
+La Barre acted with authority, but there has not been time for his
+report to be passed upon by Louis. No doubt 'tis now upon the sea."
+
+"And now for this reason to lay his cause before the King, the Sieur
+de la Salle, sailed for France."
+
+"Yes, but too late; already confirmation of La Barre's act is en route
+to New France. The crowing cockerel yonder will lose his spurs. But
+come, 'tis useless to stand here discussing this affair. Let me show
+you how well your comfort has been attended to."
+
+I walked beside him among the trees, and across the patch of grass to
+where the tent stood against a background of rock. The Indians and
+soldiers in separate groups were busied about their fires, and I could
+distinguish the chief, with Chevet, still beside the canoes, engaged
+in making them secure for the night. The evening shadows were
+thickening about us, and the gloom of the woods extended already
+across the river to the opposite shore.
+
+De Artigny had disappeared, although I glanced about in search for
+him, as Cassion drew aside the tent flap, and peered within. He
+appeared pleased at the way in which his orders had been executed.
+
+"'Tis very neat, indeed, Monsieur," I said pleasantly, glancing
+inside. "I owe you my thanks."
+
+"'Twas brought for my own use," he confessed, encouraged by my
+graciousness, "for as you know, I had no previous warning that you
+were to be of our party. Please step within."
+
+I did so, yet turned instantly to prevent his following me. Already I
+had determined on my course of action, and now the time had come for
+me to speak him clearly; yet now that I had definite purpose in view
+it was no part of my game to anger the man.
+
+"Monsieur," I said soberly. "I must beg your mercy. I am but a girl,
+and alone. It is true I am your wife by law, but the change has come
+so suddenly that I am yet dazed. Surely you cannot wish to take
+advantage, or make claim upon me, until I can bid you welcome. I
+appeal to you as a gentleman."
+
+He stared into my face, scarcely comprehending all my meaning.
+
+"You would bar me without? You forbid me entrance?"
+
+"Would you seek to enter against my wish?"
+
+"But you are my wife; that you will not deny! What will be said,
+thought, if I seek rest elsewhere?"
+
+"Monsieur, save for Hugo Chevet, none in this company know the story
+of that marriage, or why I am here. What I ask brings no stain upon
+you. 'Tis not that I so dislike you, Monsieur, but I am the daughter
+of Pierre la Chesnayne, and 'tis not in my blood to yield to force. It
+will be best to yield me respect and consideration."
+
+"You threatened me yonder--before La Barre."
+
+"I spoke wildly, in anger. That passion has passed--now I appeal to
+your manhood."
+
+He glanced about, to assure himself we were alone.
+
+"You are a sly wench," he said, laughing unpleasantly, "but it may be
+best that I give you your own way for this once. There is time enough
+in which to teach you my power. And so you shut the tent to me, fair
+lady, in spite of your pledge to Holy Church. Ah, well! there are
+nights a plenty between here and St. Ignace, and you will become
+lonely enough in the wilderness to welcome me. One kiss, and I leave
+you."
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+His eyes were ugly.
+
+"You refuse that! _Mon Dieu!_ Do you think I play? I will have the
+kiss--or more."
+
+Furious as the man was I felt no fear of him, merely an intense
+disgust that his hands should touch me, an indignation that he should
+offer me such insult. He must have read all this in my eyes, for he
+made but the one move, and I flung his hand aside as easily as though
+it had been that of a child. I was angry, so that my lips trembled,
+and my face grew white, yet it was not the anger that stormed.
+
+"Enough, Monsieur--go!" I said, and pointed to where the fires
+reddened the darkness. "Do not dare speak to me again this night."
+
+An instant he hesitated, trying to muster courage, but the bully in
+him failed, and with an oath, he turned away, and vanished. It was
+nearly dark then, and I sat down on a blanket at the entrance, and
+waited, watching the figures between me and the river. I did not think
+he would come again, but I did not know; it would be safer if I could
+have word with Chevet. A soldier brought me food, and when he returned
+for the tins I made him promise to seek my uncle, and send him to me.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+THE FLAMES OF JEALOUSY
+
+
+My only faith in Hugo Chevet rested in his natural resentment of
+Cassion's treachery relative to my father's fortune. He would feel
+that he had been cheated, deceived, deprived of his rightful share of
+the spoils.
+
+The man cared nothing for me, as had already been plainly demonstrated,
+yet, but for this conspiracy of La Barre and his Commissaire, it would
+have been his privilege to have handled whatever property Pierre la
+Chesnayne left at time of his death. He would have been the legal
+guardian of an heiress, instead of the provider for an unwelcomed
+child of poverty.
+
+He had been tricked into marrying me to Cassion, feeling that he had
+thus rid himself of an incumbrance, and at the same time gained a
+friend and ally at court, and now discovered that by that act he had
+alienated himself from all chance of ever controlling my inheritance.
+The knowledge that he had thus been outwitted would rankle in the
+man's brain, and he was one to seek revenge. It was actuated by this
+thought that I had sent for him, feeling that perhaps at last we had a
+common cause.
+
+Whether, or not, Cassion would take my dismissal as final I could not
+feel assured. No doubt he would believe my decision the outburst of a
+woman's mood, which he had best honor, but in full faith that a few
+days would bring to me a change of mind. The man was too pronounced an
+egotist to ever confess that he could fail in winning the heart of any
+girl whom he condescended to honor, and the very injury which my
+repulse had given to his pride would tend to increase his desire to
+possess me.
+
+However little he had cared before in reality, now his interest would
+be aroused, and I would seem to him worthy of conquest. He would never
+stop after what had occurred between us until he had exhausted every
+power he possessed. Yet I saw nothing more of him that night, although
+I sat just within the flap of the tent watching the camp between me
+and the river. Shadowing figures glided about, revealed dimly by the
+fires, but none of these did I recognize as the Commissaire, nor did I
+hear his voice.
+
+I had been alone for an hour, already convinced that the soldier had
+failed to deliver my message, when my Uncle Chevet finally emerged
+from the shadows, and announced his presence. He appeared a huge,
+shapeless figure, his very massiveness yielding me a feeling of
+protection, and I arose, and joined him. His greeting proved the
+unhappiness of his mind.
+
+"So you sent for me--why? What has happened between you and Cassion?"
+
+"No more than occurred between us yonder in Quebec, when I informed
+him that I was his wife in name only," I answered quietly. "Do you
+blame me now that you understand his purpose in this marriage?"
+
+"But I don't understand. You have but aroused my suspicion. Tell me
+all, and if the man is a villain he shall make answer to me."
+
+"Ay, if you imagine you have been outplayed in the game, although
+it is little enough you would care otherwise. Let there be no
+misunderstanding between us, Monsieur. You sold me to Francois
+Cassion because you expected to profit through his influence with La
+Barre. Now you learn otherwise, and the discovery has angered you.
+For the time being you are on my side--but for how long?"
+
+He stared at me, his slow wits scarcely translating my words.
+Seemingly the man had but one idea in his thick head.
+
+"How know you the truth of all you have said?" he asked. "Where
+learned you of this wealth?"
+
+"By overhearing conversation while hidden behind the curtain in La
+Barre's office. He spoke freely with his aide, and later with Cassion.
+It was my discovery there which led to the forced marriage, and our
+being sent with this expedition."
+
+"You heard alone?"
+
+"So they thought, and naturally believed marriage would prevent my
+ever bearing witness against them. But I was not alone."
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ Another heard?"
+
+"Yes, the Sieur de Artigny."
+
+Chevet grasped my arm, and in the glare of the fire I could see his
+excitement pictured in his face.
+
+"Who? That lad? You were in hiding there together? And did he realize
+what was said?"
+
+"That I do not know," I answered, "for we have exchanged no word
+since. When my presence was discovered, De Artigny escaped unseen
+through the open window. I need to meet him again that these matters
+may be explained, and that I may learn just what he overheard. It was
+to enlist your aid that I sent for you."
+
+"To bring the lad here?"
+
+"No; that could not be done without arousing the suspicion of Cassion.
+The two are already on the verge of quarrel. You must find some way of
+drawing the Commissaire aside--not tonight, for there is plenty of
+time before us, and I am sure we are being watched now--and that will
+afford me opportunity."
+
+"But why may I not speak him?"
+
+"You!" I laughed. "He would be likely to talk with you. A sweet
+message you sent him in Quebec."
+
+"I was drunk, and Cassion asked it of me."
+
+"I thought as much; the coward makes you pull his chestnuts from the
+fire. Do you give me the pledge?"
+
+"Ay! although 'tis not my way to play sweet, when I should enjoy to
+wring the fellow's neck. What was it La Barre said?"
+
+I hesitated a moment, doubting how much I had better tell, yet decided
+it would be best to intrust him with the facts, and some knowledge of
+what I proposed to do.
+
+"That just before he died my father's property was restored to him by
+the King, but the Royal order was never recorded. It exists, but where
+I do not know, nor do I know as yet for what purpose it was concealed.
+My marriage to Cassion must have been an afterthought, for he is but a
+creature of La Barre's. It is through him the greater villains seek
+control; but, no doubt, he was a willing tool enough, and expects his
+share."
+
+"Why not let me choke the truth out of him then? Bah! it would be
+easy."
+
+"For two reasons," I said earnestly. "First, I doubt if he knows the
+true conspiracy, or can lay hands on the King's restoration. Without
+that we have no proof of fraud. And second, coward though he may be,
+his very fear might yield him courage. No, Uncle Chevet, we must wait,
+and learn these facts through other means than force. 'Tis back in
+Quebec, not in this wilderness, we will find the needed proofs. What I
+ask of you is, pretend to know nothing; do not permit Cassion to
+suspicion that I have confided in you. We must encourage him to talk
+by saying nothing which will put him on guard."
+
+"But he is already aware that you have learned the truth."
+
+"Of that I am not certain. It was the conversation between La Barre
+and Colonel Delguard which gave me the real cue. Of this Cassion may
+not have heard, as he entered the room later. I intended to proceed on
+that theory, and win his confidence, if possible. There is a long,
+tiresome journey before us, and much may be accomplished before we
+return."
+
+Chevet stood silent, his slow mind struggling with the possibilities
+of my plan. I could realize the amazement with which he comprehended
+this cool proposition. He, who had considered me a thoughtless girl,
+incapable of serious planning, was suddenly forced to realize that a
+woman confronted him, with a will and mind of her own. It was almost a
+miracle, and he failed to entirely grasp the change which had occurred
+in my character. He stared at me with dull eyes, like those of an ox,
+his lips parted as he sought expression.
+
+"You--you will try, as his wife, to win confession?" he asked finally,
+grasping vaguely the one thought occurring to him.
+
+"No; there is a better way. I despise the man; I cannot bear that he
+touch me. More than that, if I read him aright, once I yield and
+confess myself his property, he will lose all interest in my
+possession. He is a lady killer; 'tis his boast. The man has never
+been in love with me; it was not love, but a desire to possess my
+fortune, which led to his proposal of marriage. Now I shall make him
+love me."
+
+"You! _Mon Dieu!_ how?"
+
+"By refusing him, tantalizing him, arousing a desire which I will
+not gratify. Already his thought of me has changed. Last night in
+Quebec he was surprised, and aroused to new interest in me as a
+woman. He considered me before as a helpless girl, with no will, no
+character--the sort with which he had had his way all through life.
+He thought I would fall in his arms, and confess him master. The
+words I spoke to La Barre shocked and startled him out of his self
+complacency. Nor was that all--even before then he had begun to
+suspicion my relations with Sieur de Artigny.
+
+"It was at his suggestion, you say, that you sent that young man your
+message of warning to keep away from me. Good! the poison is already
+working, and I mean it shall. Two hours ago, when we landed here, the
+two men were on verge of quarrel, and blows would have been struck but
+that I intervened. He is finding me not so easy to control, and later
+still the mighty Commissaire met with a rebuff which rankles."
+
+I laughed at the remembrance, satisfied now as I placed the situation
+in words, that my plans were working well. Chevet stood silent, his
+mouth agape, struggling to follow my swift speech.
+
+"Do you see now what I mean to do?" I asked gravely. "We shall be
+alone in the wilderness for months to come. I will be the one woman;
+perchance the only white woman into whose face he will look until we
+return to Quebec. I am not vain, yet I am not altogether ill to look
+upon, nor shall I permit the hardships of this journey to affect my
+attractiveness. I shall fight him with his own weapons, and win. He
+will beg, and threaten me, and I shall laugh. He will love me, and I
+shall mock. There will be jealousy between him and De Artigny, and to
+win my favor he will confess all that he knows. Tonight he sulks
+somewhere yonder, already beginning to doubt his power to control
+me."
+
+"You have quarreled?"
+
+"No--only that I asserted independence. He would have entered this
+tent as my husband, and I forbade his doing so. He stormed and
+threatened, but dare not venture further. He knows me now as other
+than a weak girl, but my next lesson must be a more severe one. 'Tis
+partly to prepare that I sent for you; I ask the loan of a pistol--the
+smaller one, to be concealed in my dress."
+
+"You would kill the man?"
+
+"Pooh! small danger of that. You may draw the charge if you will. For
+him to know that I possess the weapon will protect me. You do not
+grasp my plan?"
+
+He shook his head gloomily, as though it was all a deep puzzle to his
+mind, yet his great hand held forth the pistol, the short barrel of
+which gleamed wickedly in the fire glow, as I thrust it out of sight.
+
+"'Tis not the way I front enemies," he growled stubbornly, "and I make
+little of it. _Mon Dieu!_ I make them talk with these hands."
+
+"But my weapons are those of a woman," I explained, "and I will learn
+more than you would with your brute strength. All I ask of you now,
+Uncle Chevet, is that you keep on friendly terms with Monsieur
+Cassion, yet repeat nothing to him of what I have said, and gain me
+opportunity for speech alone with Sieur de Artigny."
+
+"Ah! perhaps I perceive--you love the young man?"
+
+I grasped his sleeve in my fingers, determined to make this point at
+least clear to his understanding. His blunt words had set my pulses
+throbbing, yet it was resentment, indignation, I felt in strongest
+measure.
+
+"Mother of God, no! I have spoken with him but three times since we
+were children. He is merely a friend to be trusted, and he must be
+made to know my purpose. It will be joy to him to thus affront
+Cassion, for there is no love lost between them. You understand now?"
+
+He growled something indistinctly in his beard, which I interpreted as
+assent, but I watched his great form disappear in the direction of the
+fire, my own mind far from satisfied; the man was so lacking in brains
+as to be a poor ally, and so obstinate of nature as to make it
+doubtful if he would long conform to my leadership. Still it was
+surely better to confide in him to the extent I had than permit him to
+rage about blindly, and in open hostility to Cassion.
+
+I seated myself just within the tent, my eyes on the scene as revealed
+in the fire-glow, and reflected again over the details of my hastily
+born plan. The possibility of the Commissaire's return did not greatly
+trouble me, my confidence fortified by the pistol concealed in my
+waist. No doubt he was already asleep yonder in the shadows, but this
+night was only the beginning. The opposition he had met would prove a
+spur to endeavor, and the desire to win me a stronger incentive than
+ever. He may have been indifferent, careless before--deeming me easy
+prey--but from now on I meant to lead him a merry chase.
+
+I cannot recall any feeling of regret, any conception of evil, as my
+mind settled upon this course of action. There was no reason why I
+should spare him. He had deliberately lied, and deceived me. His
+marriage to me was an act of treachery; the only intent to rob me of
+my just inheritance. There seemed to me no other way left in which I
+could hope to overcome his power. I was a woman, and must fight with
+the weapons of my sex; mine was the strength of the weak.
+
+How dark and still it was, for the fires had died down into beds of
+red ash, and only the stars glimmered along the surface of the river.
+The only movement I could perceive was the dim outline of a man's
+figure moving about near the canoes--a watchman on guard, but whether
+red or white I could not determine. It was already late, well into the
+night, and the forest about us was black and still. Slowly my head
+sank to the blanket, and I slept.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+WE ATTAIN THE OTTAWA
+
+
+It was not yet dawn when the stir in the camp aroused me, and the sun
+had not risen above the bluffs, or begun to tinge the river, when our
+laden canoes left the bank and commenced their day's journey up
+stream. De Artigny was off in advance, departing indeed before I had
+left the tent, the chief seated beside him. I caught but a glimpse of
+them as the canoe rounded the bend in the bank, and slipped silently
+away through the lingering shadows, yet it gladdened me to know his
+eyes were turned toward my tent until they vanished.
+
+Cassion approached me with excessive politeness, waiting until the
+last moment, and escorting me to the shore. It made me smile to
+observe his pretense at gallantry, yet I accepted his assistance down
+the bank with all possible graciousness, speaking to him so pleasantly
+as to bring a look of surprise to his face. 'Twas plain to be seen
+that my conduct puzzled him, for although he sought to appear at ease,
+his words faltered sadly. He, who had so long considered himself as
+past master of the art of love-making had most unexpectedly
+encountered a character which he could not comprehend.
+
+However, that his purpose was in no way changed was made evident as we
+took our places in the canoes. A new distribution had been arranged,
+Chevet accompanying the sergeant, leaving the Commissaire and me
+alone, except for the _père_, who had position in the bow. I observed
+this new arrangement from underneath lowered lashes, but without
+comment, quietly taking the place assigned me, and shading my face
+from the first rays of the sun.
+
+The day which followed was but one of many we were destined to pass in
+the canoes. I have small recollection of it, except the weariness of
+my cramped position, and Cassion's efforts to entertain. Our course
+kept us close to the north shore, the high banks cutting off all view
+in that direction, while in the other there was nothing to see but an
+expanse of water.
+
+Except for a single canoe, laden with furs, and propelled by Indian
+paddlers, bound for Quebec and a market, we encountered no travelers.
+These swept past us swiftly in grip of the current, gesticulating, and
+exchanging salutations, and were soon out of sight. Our own boats
+scattered, as no danger held us together, and there were hours when we
+failed to have even a glimpse of their presence.
+
+At noon we landed in a sheltered cove, brilliant with wild flowers,
+and partook of food, the rearward canoes joining us, but De Artigny
+was still ahead, perhaps under orders to keep away. To escape Cassion,
+I clambered up the front of the cliff, and had view from the summit,
+marking the sweep of the river for many a league, a scene of wild
+beauty never to be forgotten. I lingered there at the edge until the
+voice of the Commissaire recalled me to my place in the canoe.
+
+It is of no consequence now what we conversed about during that long
+afternoon, as we pushed steadily on against the current. Cassion
+endeavored to be entertaining and I made every effort to encourage
+him, although my secret thoughts were not pleasant ones. Where was all
+this to lead? Where was to be the end? There was an expression in the
+man's face, a glow in his eyes, which troubled me. Already some
+instinct told me that his carelessness was a thing of the past. He was
+in earnest now, his vague desire stimulated by my antagonism.
+
+He had set out to overcome my scruples, to conquer my will, and was
+merely biding his time, seeking to learn the best point of attack. It
+was with this end in view that he kept me to himself, banishing
+Chevet, and compelling De Artigny to remain well in advance. He was
+testing me now by his tales of Quebec, his boasting of friendship with
+the Governor, his stories of army adventure, and the wealth he
+expected to amass through his official connections. Yet the very tone
+he assumed, the conceit shown in his narratives, only served to add to
+my dislike. This creature was my husband, yet I shrank from him, and
+once, when he dared to touch my hand, I drew it away as though it were
+contamination. It was then that hot anger leaped into his eyes, and
+his true nature found expression before he could restrain the words:
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ What do you mean, you chit?"
+
+"Only that I am not won by a few soft words, Monsieur," I answered
+coldly.
+
+"But you are my wife; 'twill be well for you to remember that."
+
+"Nor am I likely to forget, yet because a priest has mumbled words
+over us does not make me love you."
+
+"_Sacre!_" he burst forth, yet careful to keep his voice pitched to my
+ears alone, "you think me a plaything, but you shall learn yet that I
+have claws. Bah! do you imagine I fear the coxcomb ahead?"
+
+"To whom do you refer, Monsieur?"
+
+"Such innocence! to that boot-licker of La Salle's to whom you give
+your smiles, and pretty words."
+
+"Rene de Artigny!" I exclaimed pleasantly, and then laughed. "Why how
+ridiculous you are, Monsieur. Better be jealous of Père Allouez
+yonder, for of him I see far the most. Why do you pick out De Artigny
+on whom to vent your anger?"
+
+"I like not the way he eyes you, nor your secret meetings with him in
+Quebec."
+
+"If he even sees me I know it not, and as for secret meetings, knew
+you not that Sister Celeste was with me while we talked."
+
+"Not in the Governor's palace."
+
+"You accuse me of that then," indignantly. "Because I am your wife,
+you can insult, yet it was your hand that drew aside the curtain, and
+found me alone. Do you hope to gain my respect by such base charges as
+that, Monsieur?"
+
+"Do you deny that he had been with you?"
+
+"I? Do I deny! It is not worthy my while. Why should I? We were not
+married then, nor like to be to my knowledge. Why, then, if I wished,
+was it not my privilege to speak with the Sieur de Artigny? I have
+found him a very pleasant, and polite young man."
+
+"A pauper, his only fortune the sword at his side."
+
+"Ah, I knew not even that he possessed one. Yet of what interest can
+all this be to me, Monsieur, now that I am married to you?"
+
+That my words brought him no comfort was plain enough to be seen, yet
+I doubt if it ever occurred to his mind that I simply made sport, and
+sought to anger him. It was on his mind to say more, yet he choked the
+words back, and sat there in moody silence, scarce glancing at me
+again during the long afternoon. But when we finally made landing for
+the night, it was plain to be seen that his vigilance was in no wise
+relaxed, for, although he avoided me himself, the watchful Jesuit was
+ever at my side, no doubt in obedience to his orders. This second
+camp, as I recall, was on the shore of Lake St. Peter, in a noble
+grove, the broad stretch of waters before us silvered by the sinking
+sun. My tent was pitched on a high knoll, and the scene outspread
+beneath was one of marvelous beauty. Even the austere père was moved
+to admiration, as he pointed here and there, and conversed with me in
+his soft voice. Cassion kept to the men along the bank below, while
+Chevet lay motionless beside a fire, smoking steadily.
+
+I had no glimpse of De Artigny, although my eyes sought him among the
+others. The chief, Altudah, glided out from among the trees as it grew
+dusk, made some report, and as quickly disappeared again, leaving me
+to believe the advance party had made camp beyond the curve of the
+shore. The priest lingered, and we had our meal together, although it
+was not altogether to my liking. Once he endeavored to talk with me on
+the sacredness of marriage, the duty of a wife's obedience to her
+husband, the stock phrases rolling glibly from his tongue, but my
+answers gave him small comfort. That he had been so instructed by
+Cassion was in my mind, and he was sufficiently adroit to avoid
+antagonizing me by pressing the matter. As we were eating, a party of
+fur traders, bound east, came ashore in a small fleet of canoes, and
+joined the men below, building their fires slightly up stream. At last
+Père Allouez left me alone, and descended to them, eager to learn the
+news from Montreal. Yet, although seemingly I was now left alone, I
+had no thought of adventuring in the darkness, as I felt convinced the
+watchful priest would never have deserted my side had he not known
+that other eyes were keeping vigil.
+
+From that moment I never felt myself alone or unobserved. Cassion in
+person did not make himself obnoxious, except that I was always seated
+beside him in the boat, subject to his conversation, and attentions.
+Ever I had the feeling the man was testing me, and venturing how far
+he dared to go. Not for a moment did I dare to lower my guard in his
+presence, and this constant strain of watchfulness left me nervous,
+and bitter of speech.
+
+In every respect I was a prisoner, and made to realize my helplessness.
+I know not what Cassion suspected, what scraps of information he may
+have gained from Chevet, but he watched me like a hawk. Never, I am
+sure, was I free of surveillance--in the boat under his own eye; ashore
+accompanied everywhere by Père Allouez, except as I slept, and then
+even some unknown sentry kept watch of the tent in which I rested.
+However it was managed I know not, but my uncle never approached me
+alone, and only twice did I gain glimpse of Sieur de Artigny--once, when
+his canoe returned to warn us of dangerous water ahead, and once when
+he awaited us beside the landing at Montreal. Yet even these occasions
+yielded me new courage, for, as our eyes met I knew he was still my
+friend, waiting, as I was, the opportunity for a better understanding.
+This knowledge brought tears of gratitude to my eyes, and a thrill of
+hope to my heart. I was no longer utterly alone.
+
+We were three days at Montreal, the men busily engaged in adding to
+their store of provisions. I had scarcely a glimpse of the town, as I
+was given lodging in the convent close to the river bank, and the
+_père_ was my constant companion during hours of daylight. I doubt if
+he enjoyed the task any more than I, but he proved faithful to his
+master, and I could never venture to move without his black robe at my
+side.
+
+Nor did I seek to avoid him, for my mind grasped the fact already that
+my only hope of final liberty lay in causing Cassion to believe I had
+quietly yielded to fate. Surely as we plunged deeper into the
+wilderness his suspicions would vanish, and his grim surveillance
+relax. I must patiently abide my time. So I sat with the sisters
+within the dull, gray walls, seemingly unconscious of the _père's_
+eyes stealthily watching my every motion, as he pretended other
+employment.
+
+Cassion came twice, more to assure himself that I was safely held than
+for any other purpose, yet it pleased me to see his eyes follow my
+movements, and to realize the man had deeper interest in me than
+formerly. Chevet, no doubt, spent his time in the wine shops; at least
+I never either saw, or heard of him. Indeed I asked nothing as to his
+whereabouts, as I had decided already his assistance would be of no
+value.
+
+We departed at dawn, and the sun was scarce an hour high when the
+prows of our canoes turned into the Ottawa. Now we were indeed in the
+wilderness, fronting the vast unknown country of the West, with every
+league of travel leaving behind all trace of civilization. There was
+nothing before us save a few scattered missions, presided over by
+ragged priests, and an occasional fur trader's station, the
+headquarters of wandering _couriers du bois_. On every side were the
+vast prairies, and stormy lakes, roamed over by savage men and beasts
+through whom we must make our way in hardship, danger, and toil.
+
+Cassion spread out his rude map in the bottom of the canoe, and I had
+him point out the route we were to follow. It was a long, weary way he
+indicated, and, for the moment, my heart almost failed me, as we
+traced together the distance outlined, and pictured in imagination the
+many obstacles between us and our goal. Had I known the truth, all
+those leagues were destined to disclose of hardship and peril, I doubt
+my courage to have fronted them. But I did not know, nor could I
+perceive a way of escape. So I crushed back the tears dimming my eyes,
+smiled into his face, as he rolled up the map, and pretended to care
+not at all.
+
+When night came we were in the black woods, the silence about us
+almost unearthly, broken only by the dash of water over the rocks
+below where we were camped, promising a difficult portage on the
+morrow. Alone, oppressed by the silence, feeling my helplessness as
+perhaps I never had before, and the dread loneliness of the vast
+wilderness in which I lay, I tossed on my bed for hours, ere sheer
+exhaustion conquered, and I slept.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+I GAIN SPEECH WITH DE ARTIGNY
+
+
+Our progress up the Ottawa was so slow, so toilsome, the days such a
+routine of labor and hardship, the scenes along the shore so similar,
+that I lost all conception of time. Except for the Jesuit I had
+scarcely a companion, and there were days, I am sure, when we did not
+so much as exchange a word.
+
+The men had no rest from labor, even Cassion changing from boat to
+boat as necessity arose, urging them to renewed efforts. The water was
+low, the rapids more than usually dangerous, so that we were compelled
+to portage more often than usual. Once the leading canoe ventured to
+shoot a rapid not considered perilous, and had a great hole torn in
+its prow by a sharp rock. The men got ashore, saving the wreck, but
+lost their store of provisions, and we were a day there making the
+damaged canoe again serviceable.
+
+This delay gave me my only glimpse of De Artigny, still dripping from
+his involuntary bath, and so busily engaged at repairs, as to be
+scarcely conscious of my presence on the bank above him. Yet I can
+hardly say that, for once he glanced up, and our eyes met, and
+possibly he would have joined me, but for the sudden appearance of
+Cassion, who swore at the delay, and ordered me back to where the tent
+had been hastily erected. I noticed De Artigny straighten up, angered
+that Cassion dared speak to me so harshly, but I had no wish then to
+precipitate an open quarrel between the two men, and so departed
+quickly. Later, Father Allouez told me that in the overturning of the
+canoe the young Sieur had saved the life of the Algonquin Chief,
+bringing him ashore unconscious, helpless from a broken shoulder.
+
+This accident to Altudah led to the transferring of the injured Indian
+to our canoe, and caused Cassion to join De Artigny in advance. This
+change relieved me of the constant presence of the Commissaire, who
+wearied me with his ceaseless efforts to entertain, but rendered more
+difficult than ever my desire to speak privately with the younger man.
+The _père_ evidently had commands to keep me ever in view, for he
+clung to me like a shadow, and scarcely for a moment did I feel myself
+alone, or unwatched.
+
+It was five days later, and in the heart of all that was desolate and
+drear, when this long sought opportunity came in most unexpected
+fashion. We had made camp early, because of rough water ahead, the
+passage of which it was not deemed best to attempt without careful
+exploration. So, while the three heavily laden canoes drew up against
+the bank, and prepared to spend the night, the leading canoe was
+stripped, and sent forward, manned only with the most expert of the
+Indian paddlers to make sure the perils of the current. From the low
+bank to which I had climbed I watched the preparations for the dash
+through those madly churning waters above. Cassion was issuing his
+orders loudly, but exhibited no inclination to accompany the party,
+and suddenly the frail craft shot out from the shore, with De Artigny
+at the steering paddle, and every Indian braced for his task, and
+headed boldly into the smother. They vanished as though swallowed by
+the mist, Cassion, and a half dozen soldiers racing along the shore
+line in an effort to keep abreast of the laboring craft.
+
+It was a wild, desolate spot in which we were, a mere rift in the
+bluffs, which seemed to overhang us, covered with a heavy growth of
+forest. The sun was still an hour high, although it was twilight
+already beside the river, when Cassion, and his men came straggling
+back, to report that the canoe had made safe passage, and, taking
+advantage of his good humor, I proposed a climb up an opening of the
+bluff, down which led a deer trail plainly discernible.
+
+"Not I," he said, casting a glance upward. "The run over the rocks
+will do me for exercise tonight."
+
+"Then will I assay it alone," I replied, not displeased at his
+refusal. "I am cramped from sitting in the canoe so long."
+
+"'Twill be a hard climb, and they tell me the _père_ has strained a
+tendon of his leg coming ashore."
+
+"And what of that!" I burst forth, giving vent to my indignation. "Am
+I a ten-year-old to be guarded every step I take? 'Tis not far to the
+summit, and no danger. You can see yourself the trail is not steep.
+Faith! I will go now, just to show that I am at liberty."
+
+He laughed, an unpleasant sound to it, yet made no effort to halt me.
+'Tis probable he felt safe enough with De Artigny camped above the
+rapids, and he had learned already that my temper might become
+dangerous. Yet he stood and watched while I was half-way up before
+turning away, satisfied no doubt that I would make it safely. It was
+like a draught of wine to me to be alone again; I cannot describe the
+sense of freedom, and relief I felt when a spur of the cliff shut out
+all view of the scene below.
+
+The rude path I followed was narrow, but not steep enough to prove
+wearisome, and, as it led up through a crevice in the earth, finally
+emerged at the top of the bluff at a considerable distance above the
+camp I had left. Thick woods covered the crest, although there were
+open plains beyond, and I was obliged to advance to the very edge in
+order to gain glimpse of the river.
+
+Once there, however, with footing secure on a flat rock, the scene
+outspread was one of wild and fascinating beauty. Directly below me
+were the rapids, rock strewn, the white spray leaping high in air, the
+swift, green water swirling past in tremendous volume. It scarcely
+seemed as though boats could live in that smother, or find passage
+between those jutting rocks, yet as I gazed more closely, I could
+trace the channel close in against the opposite shore, and note where
+the swift current bore back across the river.
+
+Leaning far out, grasping a branch to keep from falling, I distinguished
+the canoe at the upper landing, and the Indians busily preparing
+camp. At first I saw nothing of any white man, but was gazing still
+when De Artigny emerged from some shadow, and stepped down beside the
+boat. I know not what instinct prompted him to turn and look up
+intently at the bluff towering above. I scarcely comprehended either
+what swift impulse led me to undo the neckerchief at my throat, and
+hold it forth in signal. An instant he stared upward, shading his
+eyes with one hand.
+
+I must have seemed a vision clinging there against the sky, yet all at
+once the truth burst upon him, and, with a wave of the arm, he sprang
+up the low bank, and joined his Indians. I could not hear what he
+said, but with a single word he left them, and disappeared among the
+trees at the foot of the bluff.
+
+I drew back, almost frightened, half inclined to flee before he could
+attain the summit. What could I say? How could I meet him? What if
+Cassion had followed me up the path, or had despatched one of his men
+to spy upon my movements? Ever since leaving Quebec my one hope had
+been this interview with De Artigny, yet now that it was imminent I
+shrank from it, in actual confusion, my heart fluttering, my mind
+blank, yet I was not a coward, and did not run, but waited, feeling my
+limbs tremble under me, and listening for the first sound of his
+approach.
+
+He must have scrambled straight up the steep face of the bluff, for it
+could have been scarcely more than a minute, when I heard him
+crunching a passage through the bushes, and then saw him emerge above
+the edge. Clinging to a tree limb, his eyes sought eagerly to locate
+me, and when I stepped forward, he sprang erect, and bowed, jerking
+his hat from his head. There was about his action the enthusiasm of a
+boy, and his face glowed with an eagerness and delight which instantly
+broke down every barrier between us.
+
+"You waved to me?" he exclaimed. "You wished me to come?"
+
+"Yes," I confessed, swept from my guard by his enthusiasm. "I have
+been anxious to confer with you, and this is my first opportunity."
+
+"Why I thought you avoided me," he burst forth. "It is because I felt
+so that I have kept away."
+
+"There was nothing else I could do but pretend," I exclaimed, gaining
+control over my voice as I spoke. "My every movement has been watched
+since we left Quebec; this is the first moment I have been left
+alone--if, indeed, I am now." And I glanced about doubtfully into the
+shadows of the forest.
+
+"You imagine you may have been followed here? By whom? Cassion?"
+
+"By himself, or some emissary. Père Allouez has been my jailor, but
+chances to be disabled at present. The Commissaire permitted me to
+climb here alone, believing you to be safely camped above the rapids,
+yet his suspicions may easily revive."
+
+"His suspicions!" the Sieur laughed softly. "So that then is the
+trouble? It is to keep us apart that he bids me make separate camp
+each night; and assigns me to every post of peril. I feel the honor,
+Mademoiselle, yet why am I especially singled out for so great a
+distinction?"
+
+"He suspects us of being friends. He knew I conferred with you at the
+convent, and even believes that you were with me hidden behind the
+curtain in the Governor's office."
+
+"Yet if all that be true," he questioned, his voice evidencing his
+surprise. "Why should our friendship arouse his antagonism to such an
+extent? I cannot understand what crime I have committed, Mademoiselle.
+It is all mystery, even why you should be here with us on this long
+journey? Surely you had no such thought when we parted last?"
+
+"You do not know what has occurred?" I asked, in astonishment. "No one
+has told you?"
+
+"Told me! How? I have scarcely held speech with anyone but the
+Algonquin chief since we took to the water. Cassion has but given
+orders, and Chevet is mum as an oyster. I endeavored to find you in
+Montreal, but you were safely locked behind gray walls. That something
+was wrong I felt convinced, yet what it might be no one would tell me.
+I tried questioning the _père_, but he only shook his head, and left
+me unanswered. Tell me then, Mademoiselle, by what right does this
+Cassion hold you as a captive?"
+
+My lips trembled, and my eyes fell, yet I must answer.
+
+"He is my husband, Monsieur."
+
+I caught glimpse of his face, picturing surprise, incredulity. He drew
+a sharp breath, and I noted his hand close tightly on the hilt of his
+knife.
+
+"Your husband! that cur! Surely you do not jest?"
+
+"Would that I did," I exclaimed, losing all control in sudden wave of
+anger. "No, Monsieur, it is true; but listen. I supposed you knew;
+that you had been told. It is hard for me to explain, yet I must make
+it all plain for you to understand. I do not love the man, his very
+presence maddens me, nor has the creature dared as yet to lay hand on
+my person. See; I carry this," and I drew the pistol from my dress,
+and held it in my hand. "Chevet loaned it me, and Cassion knows I
+would kill him if he ventured insult. Yet that serves me little, for
+my opposition only renders the man more determined. At Quebec I was
+but a plaything, but now he holds me worth the winning."
+
+"But why did you marry him, then?"
+
+"I am coming to that, Monsieur. You overheard what was said in La
+Barre's office about--about my father's property?"
+
+"Ay! although it was not all clear to me. Captain la Chesnayne had
+lost his estates, confiscated by the Crown; yet before his death these
+had been restored to him by the King."
+
+"Yes, but the report of the restoration had never been made to his
+rightful heirs. The papers had been held back and concealed, while
+those in authority planned how to retain possession. Cassion was
+chosen as an instrument, and sought my hand in marriage."
+
+De Artigny smothered an oath, his eyes darkening with anger.
+
+"It was to further this scheme that he induced Chevet to announce our
+engagement, and drive me to consent. Once my husband the fortune was
+securely in his hands--indeed, I need never know its existence; nor
+would Chevet suspicion the trick. Yet, as I see it now, La Barre had
+no great faith in the man he had chosen, and thought best to test him
+first by this journey to St. Louis. If he proved himself, then on his
+return, he was to have the reward of official position and wealth. I
+was but a pawn in the game, a plaything for their pleasure."
+
+My voice broke, and I could scarcely see through the tears in my eyes,
+but I felt his strong hand close over mine, the warm pressure an
+unspoken pledge.
+
+"The dogs! and then what happened?"
+
+"You know, already. I was discovered behind the curtain, when you
+escaped through the open window. They were not certain I was not alone
+there, as I claimed, but compelled me to confess what I had overheard.
+La Barre was quick to grasp the danger of discovery, and the only
+method by which my lips could be closed. By threat he compelled me to
+marry Francois Cassion, and accompany him on this journey into the
+wilderness."
+
+"The ceremony was performed by a priest?"
+
+"By Père le Guard, the Governor's chaplain."
+
+"And Hugo Chevet, your uncle? Did he remain silent? make no protest?"
+
+I gave a gesture of despair.
+
+"He! Never did he even conceive what occurred, until I told him later
+on the river. Even now I doubt if his sluggish brain has grasped the
+truth. To him the alliance was an honor, an opening to possible wealth
+in the fur trade through Cassion's influence with La Barre. He could
+perceive nothing else except his good luck in thus ridding himself of
+the care of a poor niece who had been a sorry burden."
+
+"But you explained to him?"
+
+"I tried to, but only to regret the effort. Giant as he is physically,
+his intellect is that of a big boy. All he can conceive of is
+revenge--a desire to crush with his hands. He hates Cassion, because
+the man has robbed him of the use of my father's money; but for my
+position he cares nothing. To his mind the wrong has all been done to
+him, and I fear he will brood over it until he seeks revenge. If he
+does he will ruin everything."
+
+De Artigny stood silent, evidently in thought, endeavoring to grasp
+the threads of my tale.
+
+"How did you attain the summit of this bluff?" he questioned at last.
+
+"Yonder; there is a deer trail leading down."
+
+"And you fear Cassion may follow?"
+
+"He will likely become suspicious if I am long absent, and either seek
+me himself, or send one of his men. This is the first moment of
+freedom I have experienced since we left Quebec. I hardly know how to
+behave myself."
+
+"And we must guard it from being the last," he exclaimed, a note of
+determination, and leadership in his voice. "There are questions I
+must ask, so that we may work together in harmony, but Cassion can
+never be allowed to suspect that we have communication. Let us go
+forward to the end of the trail where you came up; from there we can
+keep watch below."
+
+He still grasped my hand, and I had no thought of withdrawing it. To
+me he was a friend, loyal, trustworthy, the one alone to whom I could
+confide. Together we clambered over the rough rocks to where the
+narrow cleft led downward.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+ON THE SUMMIT OF THE BLUFF
+
+
+Securely screened from observation by the low growing bushes clinging
+to the edge of the bluff, and yet with a clear view of the cleft in
+the rocks half way to the river, De Artigny found me a seat on a
+hummock of grass, but remained standing himself. The sun was sinking
+low, warning us that our time was short, for with the first coming of
+twilight I would certainly be sought, if I failed to return to the
+lower camp.
+
+For a moment he did not break the silence, and I glanced up, wondering
+why he should hesitate. His face was grave, no longer appearing, as
+was its wont, young and careless, but marked by thought and
+perplexity. Something strong and earnest in the character of the man,
+brought forth by this emergency, seemed to stamp itself on his
+features. If I had ever before imagined him to be a mere reckless
+youth, with that moment such conception vanished, and I knew I was to
+rely on the experience of a man--a man trained in a rough wilderness
+school, yet with mind and heart fitted to meet any emergency. The
+knowledge brought me boldness.
+
+"You would question me, Monsieur," I asked doubtfully. "It was for
+that you led me here?"
+
+"Yes," instantly aroused by my voice, but with eyes still scanning the
+trail. "And there is no time to waste, if I am to do my part
+intelligently. You must return below before the sun disappears, or
+Monsieur Cassion might suspect you had lost your way. You have sought
+me for assistance, counsel perhaps, but this state of affairs has so
+taken me by surprise that I do not think clearly. You have a plan?"
+
+"Scarcely that, Monsieur. I would ascertain the truth, and my only
+means of doing so is through a confession by Francois Cassion."
+
+"And he is too cold-blooded a villain to ever acknowledge guilt. To my
+mind the methods of Chevet would be most likely to bring result."
+
+"But not to mine, Monsieur," I interrupted earnestly. "The man is not
+so cold-blooded as you imagine. Arrogant he is, and conceited, deeming
+himself admired, and envied by all, especially my sex. He has even
+dared boast to me of his victims. But therein lies his very weakness;
+I would make him love me."
+
+He turned now, and looked searchingly into my face, no glimpse of a
+smile in the gray eyes.
+
+"Pardon; I do not understand," he said gravely. "You seek his love?"
+
+I felt his manner a rebuke, a questioning of my honesty, and swift
+indignation brought the answering words to my lips.
+
+"And why not pray! Must I not defend myself--and what other weapons
+are at hand? Do I owe him kindness; or tender consideration? The man
+married me as he would buy a slave."
+
+"You may be justified," he admitted regretfully. "Yet how is this to
+be done?"
+
+I arose to my feet, and stood before him, my face uplifted, and, with
+one hand, thrust aside the shade of my hat.
+
+"Monsieur, deem you that impossible?"
+
+His lips parted in a quick smile, revealing the white teeth, and he
+bowed low, flinging his hat to the ground, and standing bareheaded.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! No! Monsieur Cassion is to be congratulated. Yet it was
+my thought you said yonder that you despised the man."
+
+"I do; what reason have I to feel otherwise? Yet there lies my
+strength in this battle. He laughs at women, plays with them, breaks
+their hearts. It is his pride and boast, and his success in the past
+has ministered to his self conceit. He thought me of the same kind,
+but has already had his lesson. Do you not know what that means to a
+man like him? More than ever he will desire my favor. A week back, he
+cared nothing; I was but a plaything, awaiting his pleasure; his wife
+to be treated as he pleased. He knows better now, and already his eyes
+follow me as though he were my dog."
+
+"And that then is why you send for me--that I may play my part in the
+game?"
+
+I shrugged my shoulders, yet there was doubt in my eyes as I faced
+him.
+
+"Is there harm in such play, Monsieur," I asked innocently, "with so
+important an end in view? 'Tis not that I seek amusement, but I must
+find out where this King's pardon is hidden, who concealed it, and
+obtain proof of the fraud which compelled my marriage. My only hope of
+release lies in compelling Francois Cassion to confess all he knows of
+this foul conspiracy. I must possess the facts before we return to
+Quebec."
+
+"But of what use?" he insisted. "You will still remain his wife, and
+your property will be in his control. The church will hold you to the
+marriage contract."
+
+"Not if I can establish the truth that I was deceived, defrauded, and
+married by force. Once I have the proofs in my hands, I will appeal to
+Louis--to the Pope for relief. These men thought me a helpless girl,
+friendless and alone, ignorant of law, a mere waif of the frontier.
+Perhaps I was, but this experience has made of me a woman. In Montreal
+I talked with the Mother Superior, and she told me of a marriage in
+France where the _père_ officiated under threat, and the Pope
+dissolved the ties. If it can be done for others, it shall be done for
+me. I will not remain the wife of Francois Cassion."
+
+"Yet you would make him love you?"
+
+"In punishment for his sins; in payment for those he has ruined. Ay!
+'tis a duty I shall not shrink from, Monsieur de Artigny, even
+although you may deem it unwomanly. I do not mean it so, nor hold
+myself immodest for the effort. Why should I? I but war against him
+with his own weapons, and my cause is just. And I shall win, whether
+or not you give me your aid. How can I fail, Monsieur? I am young, and
+not ill to look upon; this you have already confessed; here in this
+wilderness I am alone, the only woman. He holds me his wife by law,
+and yet knows he must still win me. There are months of loneliness
+before us, and he will not look upon the face of another white woman
+in all those leagues. Are there any French of my sex at Fort St.
+Louis?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Nor at St. Ignace, Père Allouez assures me. I shall have no rival
+then in all this wilderness; you think me harmless, Monsieur? Look at
+me, and say!"
+
+"I do not need to look; you will have your game, I have no doubt,
+although the final result may not prove what you desire."
+
+"You fear the end?"
+
+"It may be so; you play with fire, and although I know little of
+women, yet I have felt the wild passions of men in lands where there
+is no restraint of law. The wilderness sees many tragedies--fierce,
+bitter, revengeful deeds--and 'tis best you use care. 'Tis my belief
+this Francois Cassion might prove a devil, once his heart was tricked.
+Have you thought of this?"
+
+I had thought of it, but with no mercy in my heart, yet as De Artigny
+spoke I felt the ugliness of my threat more acutely, and, for an
+instant, stood before him white-lipped, and ashamed. Then before me
+arose Cassion's face, sarcastic, supercilious, hateful, and I laughed
+in scorn of the warning.
+
+"Thought of it!" I exclaimed, "yes, but for that I care nothing. Why
+should I, Monsieur? Has the man shown mercy to me, that I should feel
+regret because he suffers? As to his revenge, death is not more to be
+dreaded than a lifetime passed in his presence. But why do you make
+plea on his behalf--the man is surely no friend of yours?"
+
+"I make no plea for him," he answered, strangely sober, "and claim no
+friendship. Any enemy to La Salle is an enemy to Rene de Artigny; but
+I would front him as a man should. It is not my nature to do a deed of
+treachery."
+
+"You hold this treachery?"
+
+"What else? You propose luring him to love you, that you may gain
+confession from his lips. To attain this end you barter your honesty,
+your womanhood; you take advantage of your beauty to enslave him; you
+count as ally the loneliness of the wilderness; ay! and, if I
+understand aright, you hope through me to awaken the man's jealousy.
+Is this not true?"
+
+I drew a quick breath, my eyes staring into his face, and my limbs
+trembling. His words cut me like a knife, yet I would not yield, would
+not even acknowledge their truth.
+
+"You are unjust, unfair," I burst forth impetuously. "You will see but
+the one side--that of the man. I cannot fight this battle with my
+hands, nor will I submit to such wrong without struggle. He has never
+thought to spare me, and there is no reason why I should show him
+mercy. I wish your good will, Monsieur, your respect, but I cannot
+hold this plan which I propose as evil. Do you?"
+
+He hesitated, looking at me with such perplexity in his eyes as to
+prove his doubt.
+
+"I cannot judge you," he admitted at last, "only that is not the way
+in which I have been trained. Neither will I stand between you and
+your revenge, nor have part in it. I am your friend--now, always. In
+every honorable way I will serve you, and your cause. If Cassion dares
+violence, or insult he must reckon with me, though I faced his whole
+company. I pledge you this, but I will not play a part, or act a lie
+even at your request."
+
+"You mean you will not pretend to care for me?" I asked, my heart
+leaden at his words.
+
+"There would be no pretense," he answered frankly. "I do care for you,
+but I will not dishonor my thought of you by thus deliberately
+scheming to outwit your husband. I am a man of the woods, the
+wilderness; not since I was a boy have I dwelt in civilization, but in
+all that time I have been companion of men to whom honor was
+everything. I have been comrade with Sieur de la Salle, with Henri de
+Tonty, and cannot be guilty of an act of treachery even for your sake.
+Perchance my code is not the same as the perfumed gallants of
+Quebec--yet it is mine, and learned in a hard school."
+
+He went on quietly, "there are two things I cannot ignore--one is,
+that I am an employee of this Francois Cassion, pledged to his service
+by my own free will; the other is, that you are his wife, joined to
+him by Holy Church, and although you may have assumed those vows under
+coercion, your promise is binding. I can but choose my path of duty,
+and abide therein."
+
+His words hurt, angered me; I lacked power of expression, ability to
+grasp his full meaning and purpose.
+
+"You--you desert me then? You--you leave me to this fate?"
+
+"I leave you to reconsider your choice of action," he returned
+gravely, his hat still in hand, his lips unsmiling. "I do believe your
+womanhood will find a better way to achieve its liberty, but what that
+way is I must trust you to discover. I am your friend, Adele,
+always--you will believe that?"
+
+I did not answer; I could not, because of the choking in my throat,
+yet I let him grasp my hand. Once I raised my eyes to his, but lowered
+them instantly in strange confusion. Here was a man I did not
+understand, whose real motives I could not fathom. His protest had not
+yet penetrated my soul, and I felt toward him, an odd mixture of
+respect and anger. He released my hand, and turned away, and I stood
+motionless as he crossed the open space between the trees. At the edge
+of the bluff he paused and glanced about, lifting his hat in gesture
+of farewell. I do not think I moved, or made response, and an instant
+later he was gone.
+
+I know not how long I stood there staring into vacancy, haunted by
+regret, tortured by fear and humiliation. Slowly all else crystallized
+into indignation, with a fierce resolve to fight on alone. The sun
+sank, and all about me clung the purple twilight, yet I did not move.
+He had been unjust, unfair; his simple code of the woods could not be
+made to apply to such a situation as this of mine.
+
+I had a right to use the weapons of womanhood in my own defense. Ay!
+and I would; and whether voluntary, or not this spotless knight of the
+wilderness should be my ally. Let him pretend to high virtue, yet
+surely under that outer armor of resolve there beat the heart of a
+man. He meant all he said; he was honest in it; not once did I doubt
+that, yet his apparent indifference, his seeming willingness to leave
+me to fate, and Cassion, was all assumed.
+
+That one glimpse I had into his eyes told me this in a sudden
+revelation stronger than any words. I smiled at the recollection, the
+sense of power reawakening in my heart. He did care--no less than I
+cared, and this knowledge gave me the weapon I needed, and the courage
+to use it.
+
+I heard no sound of warning, yet as I turned to retrace my way to the
+camp below, I became suddenly aware of the presence of Cassion.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+WE REACH THE LAKE
+
+
+He was between me and the deer trail, and enough of daylight yet
+remained to enable me to perceive the man clearly. How long he may
+have been there observing me I could not know, but when I first saw
+him he was bent forward, apparently deeply interested in some sudden
+discovery upon the ground at his feet.
+
+"You thought me long in returning, Monsieur?" I asked carelessly, and
+taking a step toward him. "It was cooler up here, and the view from
+the bluff yonder beautiful. You may gain some conception of it still,
+if you care."
+
+He lifted his head with a jerk, and stared into my face.
+
+"Ay! no doubt," he said harshly, "yet I hardly think it was the view
+which held you here so long. Whose boot print is this, Madame? not
+yours, surely."
+
+I glanced where he pointed, my heart leaping, yet not altogether with
+regret. The young Sieur had left his trail behind, and it would serve
+me whether by his will or no.
+
+"Certainly not mine," and I laughed. "I trust, Monsieur, your powers
+of observation are better than that--'tis hardly a compliment."
+
+"Nor is this time for any lightness of speech, my lady," he retorted,
+his anger fanned by my indifference. "Whose is it then, I ask you?
+What man has been your companion here?"
+
+"You jump at conclusions, Monsieur," I returned coldly. "The stray
+imprint of a man's boot on the turf is scarcely evidence that I have
+had a companion. Kindly stand aside, and permit me to descend."
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! I will not!" and he blocked my passage. "I have stood
+enough of your tantrums already in the boat. Now we are alone, and I
+will have my say. You shall remain here until I learn the truth."
+
+His rage rather amused me, and I felt not the slightest emotion of
+fear, although there was threat in his words, and in the gesture
+accompanying them. I do not think the smile even deserted my lips, as
+I sought a comfortable seat on a fallen tree trunk, fully conscious
+that nothing would so infuriate the man as studied indifference.
+
+"Very well, Monsieur, I await your investigation with pleasure," I
+said sweetly. "No doubt it will prove interesting. You honor me with
+the suspicion that I had an appointment here with one of your men?"
+
+"No matter what I suspicion."
+
+"Of course not; you treat me with marked consideration. Perchance
+others have camped here, and explored these bluffs."
+
+"The print is fresh, not ancient, and none of the men from my camp
+have come this way."
+
+He strode forward, across the narrow open space, and disappeared into
+the fringe of trees bordering the edge of the bluff. It would have
+been easy for me to depart, to escape to the security of the tent
+below, but curiosity held me motionless. I knew what he would
+discover, and preferred to face the consequences where I was free to
+answer him face to face. I wished him to be suspicious, to feel that
+he had a rival; I would fan his jealousy to the very danger point. Nor
+had I long to wait. Forth from the shade of the trees he burst, and
+came toward me, his face white, his eyes blazing.
+
+"Tis the fellow I thought," he burst forth, "and he went down the face
+of the bluff yonder. So you dared to have tryst with him?"
+
+"With whom, Monsieur?"
+
+"De Artigny, the young fool! Do you think me blind? Did I not know you
+were together in Quebec? What are you laughing at?"
+
+"I was not laughing, Monsieur. Your ridiculous charge does not amuse
+me. I am a woman; you insult me; I am your wife; you charge me with
+indiscretion. If you think to win me with such cowardly insinuations
+you know little of my nature. I will not talk with you, nor discuss
+the matter. I return to the camp."
+
+His hands clinched as though he had the throat of an enemy between
+them, but angry as he was, some vague doubt restrained him.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! I'll fight the dog!"
+
+"De Artigny, you mean? Tis his trade, I hear, and he is good at it."
+
+"Bah! a bungler of the woods. I doubt if he ever crossed blades with a
+swordsman. But mark you this, Madame, the lad feels my steel if ever
+you so much as speak to him again."
+
+There was contempt in my eyes, nor did I strive to disguise it.
+
+"Am I your wife, Monsieur, or your slave?"
+
+"My wife, and I know how to hold you! _Mon Dieu_! but you shall learn
+that lesson. I was a fool to ever give the brat place in the boats. La
+Barre warned me that he would make trouble. Now I tell you what will
+occur if you play false with me."
+
+"You may spare your threats--they weigh nothing. The Sieur de Artigny
+is my friend, and I shall address him when it pleases me. With
+whatever quarrel may arise between you I have no interest. Let that
+suffice, and now I bid you good night, Monsieur."
+
+He made no effort to halt me, nor to follow, and I made my way down
+the darkening path, without so much as turning my head to observe his
+movements. It was almost like a play to me, and I was reckless of the
+consequences, intent only on my purpose.
+
+I was awake a long time, lying alone on my blankets within the silent
+tent, and staring out at the darkness. I saw Cassion descend the deer
+path, perhaps an hour after I left him, and go on to the main camp
+below. He made no pause as he passed, yet walked slowly as though in
+thought. Where he went I could not determine in the gloom, yet was
+convinced he had no purpose then of seeking De Artigny or of putting
+his threat into immediate action. In all probability he believed that
+his words would render me cautious, in spite of my defiant response,
+and that I would avoid creating trouble by keeping away from the
+younger man. He was no brawler, except as he felt safe, and this young
+frontiersman was hardly the antagonist he would choose. It would be
+more apt to be a blow in the dark, or an overturned canoe.
+
+I cannot recall now that I experienced any regret for what had
+occurred. Perhaps I might if I had known the end, yet I felt perfectly
+justified in all my actions. I had done no conscious wrong, and was
+only seeking that which was mine by every standard of justice. I knew
+I despised Cassion, while my feeling's toward De Artigny were so
+confused, and indefinite as to be a continual puzzle. I knew nothing
+of what love was--I was merely aware that the man interested me, and
+that I felt confidence in him. I recalled his words, the expression of
+his face, and felt the sharp sting of his rebuke, yet all was
+strangely softened by the message I had read in his eyes.
+
+He had not approved of my course, yet in his heart had not blamed; he
+would not lend himself to my purpose, yet remained no less loyal to
+me. I could ask no more. Indeed, I had no wish to precipitate an open
+quarrel between the two men. However it ended, such an occurrence
+would serve me ill, and all that my plan contemplated was that they
+should distrust each other, and thus permit me to play the one against
+the other, until I won my game. I felt no fear of the result, no doubt
+of my ability to manipulate the strings adroitly enough to achieve the
+end sought.
+
+The one point I ignored was the primitive passions of men. These were
+beyond my control; were already beyond, although I knew it not. Fires
+were smouldering in hearts which out yonder in the dark woods would
+burst into flame of destruction. Innocent as my purpose was, it had in
+it the germs of tragedy; but I was then too young, too inexperienced
+to know.
+
+Nor had I reason to anticipate the result of my simple ruse, or
+occasion to note any serious change in my surroundings. The routine of
+our journey gave me no hint of the hidden passions seething below the
+outward appearance of things. In the early dawn we broke camp as
+usual, except that chosen boatmen guided the emptied canoes through
+the rapids, while the others of the party made portage along the rough
+shore. In the smooth water above we all embarked again, and won slow
+way against the current. The advance company had departed before our
+arrival, nor did I again obtain glimpse of De Artigny for many days.
+
+I would not say that Cassion purposely kept us apart, for the
+arrangement might have been the same had I not been of the party, yet
+the only communication between the two divisions occurred when some
+messenger brought back warning of dangerous water ahead. Usually this
+messenger was an Indian, but once De Artigny himself came, and guided
+our canoes through a torrent of white, raging water, amid a maze of
+murderous rocks.
+
+During these days and weeks Cassion treated me with consideration and
+outward respect. Not that he failed to talk freely, and to boast of
+his exploits and adventures, yet he refrained from laying hand on me,
+nor did he once refer to the incident of the bluff. I knew not what to
+make of the man in this new rôle of gallant, yet suspicioned that he
+but bided his time, and a better opportunity for exhibiting his true
+purpose.
+
+There were times, when he thought I was not observing him, when the
+expression of his eyes brought me uneasiness, and I was soon aware
+that, in spite of his genial manner, and friendly expression, his
+surveillance was in no degree relaxed. Not for a moment was I alone.
+When he was not beside me in the canoe, Père Allouez became my
+companion, and at night a guard kept vigilant eye upon my tent. Twice
+I ventured to test this fact, only to be halted, and turned back
+within three yards of the entrance. Very polite the soldier was, with
+explanation of danger from prowling beasts, and the strictness of his
+order. At first such restraint angered me, but on second thought I did
+not greatly care, humiliating though it was; yet the protection thus
+afforded was not altogether unwelcome, and was in itself evidence of
+Cassion's determination to conquer me.
+
+Nor was the journey lacking in interest or adventure. Never shall I
+forget the charm of those days and nights, amid which we made slow and
+toilsome passage through the desolate wilderness, ever gaining new
+leagues to the westward. Only twice in weeks did we encounter human
+beings--once a camp of Indians on the shore of a lake, and once a
+Capuchin monk, alone but for a single _voyageur_, as companion, passed
+us upon the river. He would have paused to exchange words, but at
+sight of Père Allouez's black robe, he gave swift command to his
+_engagé_, and the two disappeared as though fleeing from the devil.
+
+But what visions of beauty, and sublimity, were those that swept
+constantly past us as we thus advanced into the wild depths of the
+woods. No two views were ever alike, and every curve in the river bank
+brought a fresh vista. I never tired of the vast, silent forests that
+seemed to shut us in, nor of the dancing silver of the swift water
+under our keel, nor of the great rocky bluffs under whose grim shadows
+we found passage. To me the hardships even were enjoyable: the
+clambering over rough portages, the occasional mishap, the coarse
+fare, the nights I was compelled to pass in the canoe, these only
+served to give added zest to the great adventure, to make real the
+unusual experiences I was passing through.
+
+I was scarce more than a girl, young, strong, little accustomed to
+luxury, and my heart responded to the exhilaration of constant change,
+and the thrill of peril. And when, at last, we made the long portage,
+tramping through the dark forest aisles, bearing on our shoulders
+heavy loads, scarcely able to see the sun even at midday through the
+leafy screen of leaves, and came forth at twilight on the shores of
+the mighty lake, no words can express the raptures with which I stood
+and gazed across that expanse of heaving, restless water. The men
+launched their canoes upon the surface, and made camp in the edge of
+the forest, but I could not move, could not restrain my eyes, until
+darkness descended and left all before me a void.
+
+Never had I gazed upon so vast a spectacle, so somber in the dull gray
+light, stretching afar to the horizon, its wild, desolate silence
+adding to its awful majesty. Even when darkness enshrouded it all, the
+memory haunted me, and I could but think and dream, frightened and
+awed in presence of that stupendous waste of waters. The soldiers sang
+about their fires, and Cassion sought me with what he meant to be
+courteous words, but I was in no spirit to be amused. For hours I lay
+alone, listening to the dull roar of waves along the shore, and the
+wind in the trees. De Artigny, and his party, camped just beyond us,
+across the mouth of a narrow stream, but I saw nothing of him, nor do
+I believe I gave his presence a thought.
+
+It was scarcely more than daybreak when we broke camp, and headed our
+canoes out into the lake. With the dawn, and the glint of sunlight
+over the waters, much of my dread departed, and I could appreciate the
+wild song of delight with which our Indian paddlers bent to their
+work. The sharp-prowed canoes swept through the waters swiftly, no
+longer battling against a current, and the shore line ever in view was
+fascinating in its green foliage. We kept close to the northern shore,
+and soon found passage amid numerous islands, forest covered, but with
+high, rocky outlines.
+
+Of life there was no sign, and the silence of the vast primeval
+wilderness surrounding us rested heavily upon me. Whether this same
+sense of loneliness and awe affected the others I cannot say--yet the
+savage song died away, and the soldiers sat motionless, while the
+Indians plied their paddles noiselessly. Cassion even restrained his
+garrulous tongue, and when I glanced at him in some surprise, he was
+intent on the shores of a passing island, forgetful of my presence.
+
+For four days we coasted thus, never out of sight of shore, and
+usually with islands between us and the main body of water. In all
+that time we had no sign of man--not even a wisp of smoke, nor heard
+the crack of distant rifle. About us extended loneliness and
+desolation, great waters never still, vast forests grim and somber,
+tall, menacing rocks, bright-colored in the sun.
+
+Once it rained, drenching us to the skin, and driving us to shelter in
+an island cove. Once a sudden storm swept the lake, and we barely made
+land in time to save us from wreck, Chevet's canoe smashing an ugly
+hole in its bow, and a soldier dislocating his shoulder in the
+struggle. The accident held us for some hours, and later, when once
+more afloat, retarded progress.
+
+This misfortune served also to restore Monsieur Cassion to his natural
+ill temper, and led to a quarrel between himself and Chevet which
+might have ended seriously had I not intervened. The incident,
+however, left the Commissaire in ugly mood, and caused him to play the
+bully over his men. To me he was sullen, after an attempt at
+insolence, and sat glowering across the water, meditating revenge.
+
+At last we left the chain of islands behind, and one morning struck
+out from the shore into the waste of waters, the prows of the canoes
+turned westward, the steersman guiding our course by the sun. For
+several hours we were beyond view of land, with naught to rest the eye
+upon save the gray sea, and then, when it was nearly night, we reached
+the shore, and beached our canoes at St. Ignace.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+AT ST. IGNACE
+
+
+So much had been said of St. Ignace, and so long had the name been
+familiar throughout New France, that my first view of the place
+brought me bitter disappointment. The faces of the others in our party
+pictured the same disillusion.
+
+Hugo Chevet had been in these parts before on fur-trading expeditions,
+and 'twas probable that De Artigny had stopped there on one of his
+voyages with La Salle. But to all the others the place had been merely
+a name, and our imagination had invested it with an importance
+scarcely justified by what we saw as our canoes drew in toward the
+beach.
+
+The miserable little village was upon a point of land, originally
+covered with heavy growth of forest. A bit of this had been rudely
+cut, the rotting stumps still standing, and from the timber a dozen
+rough log houses had been constructed facing the lake. A few rods
+back, on slightly higher land, was a log chapel, and a house, somewhat
+more pretentious than the others, in which the priests lodged. The
+whole aspect of the place was peculiarly desolate and depressing,
+facing that vast waste of water, the black forest shadows behind, and
+those rotting stumps in the foreground.
+
+Nor was our welcome one to make the heart rejoice. Scarce a dozen
+persons gathered at the beach to aid us in making landing, rough
+_engagés_ mostly, and not among them all a face familiar. It was only
+later, when two priests from the mission came hurrying forward, that
+we were greeted by cordial speech. These invited a few of us to become
+guests at the mission house, and assigned the remainder of our party
+to vacant huts.
+
+Cassion, Chevet, and Père Allouez accompanied me as I walked beside a
+young priest up the beaten path, but De Artigny was left behind with
+the men. I overheard Cassion order him to remain, but he added some
+word in lower voice, which brought a flush of anger into the younger
+man's face, although he merely turned on his heel without reply.
+
+The young Jesuit beside me--a pale-faced, delicate appearing man,
+almost emaciated in his long black robe--scarcely breathed a word as
+we climbed the rather steep ascent, but at the door of the mission
+house paused gravely, and directed our attention to the scene unrolled
+behind. It was indeed a vista of surpassing beauty, for from this
+point we could perceive the distant curve of the shore, shadowed by
+dark forests, while the lake itself, silvered by the setting sun
+stretched afar to the horizon, unbroken in its immensity except for an
+island lifting its rock front leagues away.
+
+So greatly was I impressed with the view, that after we had been shown
+into the bare room of the mission, where scarcely a comfort was to be
+seen, I crossed to the one window, and stood there staring out,
+watching the light fade across those leagues of water, until the
+purple twilight descended like a veil of mist. Yet I heard the
+questions and answers, and learned that nearly all the inhabitants
+were away on various expeditions into the wilderness, none remaining
+except the two priests in charge of the mission, and the few _engagés_
+necessary for their work. Only a few days before five priests had
+departed to establish a mission at Green Bay, and visit the Indian
+villages beyond.
+
+The young Jesuit spoke freely when once convinced that our party
+journeyed to the Illinois country, and was antagonistic to La Salle,
+who had shown small liking for his Order. The presence of Père Allouez
+overcame his first suspicion at recognition of De Artigny, and he gave
+free vent to his dislike of the Recollets, and the policy of those
+adventurous Frenchmen who had dared oppose the Jesuits.
+
+He produced a newly drawn map of the great lake we were to traverse,
+and the men studied it anxiously while the two priests and the
+_engagé_ prepared a simple meal. For the moment I was forgotten, and
+left alone on a rude bench beside the great fireplace, to listen to
+their discussion, and think my own thoughts.
+
+We remained at St. Ignace three days, busily engaged in repairing our
+canoes, and rendering them fit for the long voyage yet before us. From
+this point we were to venture on treacherous waters, as yet scarcely
+explored, the shores inhabited by savage, unknown tribes, with not a
+white man in all the long distance from Green Bay to the Chicago
+portage. Once I got out the map, and traced the distance, feeling sick
+at heart as I thus realized more clearly the weary journey.
+
+Those were dull, lonely days I passed in the desolate mission house,
+while the others were busy at their various tasks. Only at night time,
+or as they straggled in, to their meals, did I see anyone but Père
+Allouez, who was always close at hand, a silent shadow from whose
+presence I could not escape. I visited the priest's garden, climbed
+the rocks overlooking the water, and even ventured into the dark
+forest, but he was ever beside me, suave but insistent on doing his
+master's will. The only glimpse I had of De Artigny was at a distance,
+for not once did he approach the mission house. So I was glad enough
+when the canoes were ready, and all preparations made for departure.
+
+Yet we were not destined to escape thus easily from St. Ignace. Of
+what occurred I must write as it happened to me then, and not as its
+full significance became later clear to my understanding. It was after
+nightfall when Cassion returned to the mission house. The lights were
+burning on the table, and the three priests were rather impatiently
+waiting their evening meal, occasionally exchanging brief sentences,
+or peering out through the open window toward the dark water.
+
+As long as daylight lasted this had been my post of observation, while
+watching the distant figures busily engaged in reloading the canoes
+for the morrow's journey. They were like so many ants, running across
+the brown sands, both soldiers and Indians stripped to the waist,
+apparently eager enough to complete their task. Occasionally the echo
+of a song reached my ears, and the distance was not so great but that
+I could distinguish individuals. Cassion sat upon a log directing
+operations, not even rising to lend a hand, but Chevet gave his great
+strength freely.
+
+De Artigny was back among the huts, in charge of that end of the line,
+no doubt, and it was only occasionally I gained glimpse of his
+presence. An Indian canoe came ashore just before sundown, and our men
+knocked off work to cluster about and examine its cargo of furs.
+Angered by the delay Cassion strode in among them, and, with bitter
+words and a blow or two, drove them back to their task. The loss of
+time was not great, yet they were still busily engaged when darkness
+shut out the scene.
+
+Cassion came in alone, yet I observed nothing strange about his
+appearance, except that he failed to greet me with the usual attempt
+at gallantry, although his sharp eyes swept our faces, as he closed
+the door, and stared about the room.
+
+"What! not eaten yet?" he exclaimed. "I anticipated my fate to be a
+lonely meal, for the rascals worked like snails, and I would not leave
+them rest until all was finished. Faith, the odor is appetizing, and I
+am hungry as a bear."
+
+The younger priest waved his hand to the _engagé_, yet asked softly:
+
+"Monsieur Chevet--he is delayed also?"
+
+"He will sup with his men tonight," returned Cassion shortly, seating
+himself on the bench. "The sergeant keeps guard of the canoes, and
+Chevet will be useful with those off duty."
+
+The man ate as though nearly famished, his ready tongue unusually
+silent, and at the conclusion of the meal, appeared so fatigued, that
+I made early excuse to withdraw so he might rest in comfort, climbing
+the ladder in one corner to my own bed beneath the eaves. This
+apartment, whose only advantage was privacy, was no more than a narrow
+space between the sloping rafters of the roof, unfurnished, but with a
+small window in the end, closed by a wooden shutter. A partition of
+axe-hewn planks divided this attic into two compartments, thus
+composing the priests' sleeping chambers. While I was there they both
+occupied the one to the south, Cassion, Chevet, and Père Allouez
+resting in the main room below.
+
+As I lowered the trap in the floor, shutting out the murmur of voices,
+I was conscious of no desire to sleep, my mind busily occupied with
+possibilities of the morrow. I opened the window, and seated myself on
+the floor, gazing out at the night. Below extended the priests'
+garden, and beyond the dark gloom of forest depths. A quarter moon
+peeped through cloud rifts, and revealed in spectral light the
+familiar objects. It was a calm, peaceful scene, yet ghostly in the
+silvery gleam and silence--the stumps of half-burned trees assuming
+grotesque forms, and the wind tossing branches as though by some demon
+hand. Yet in my restless mood that outside world called me and I
+leaned forth to see if it was possible to descend.
+
+The way of egress was easy--a mere step to the flat roof of the
+kitchen, the dovetailed logs of which afforded a ladder to the ground.
+I had no object in such adventure, but a restless impulse urged me,
+and, almost before I realized my action, I was upon the ground.
+Avoiding the gleam of light which streamed from the open window of the
+room below, I crossed the garden, and reached the path leading
+downward to the shore. From this point I could perceive the wide sweep
+of water, showing silvery in the dim moonlight, and detect the darker
+rim of the land. There was fire on the point below the huts, and its
+red glare afforded glimpses of the canoes--mere blurred outlines--and
+occasionally the figure of a man, only recognizable as he moved.
+
+I was still staring at this dim picture when some noise, other than
+the wind, startled me, and I drew silently back behind a great stump
+to avoid discovery. My thought was that someone had left the mission
+house--Cassion perhaps with final orders to those on the beach--but a
+moment later I realized my mistake, yet only crouched lower in the
+shadow--a man was advancing from the black concealment of the woods,
+and crossing the open space.
+
+He moved cautiously, yet boldly enough, and his movements were not
+those of an Indian, although the low bushes between us and the house
+shadow, prevented my distinguishing more than his mere outline. It was
+only when he lifted his head into the gleam of light, and took hasty
+survey through the window of the scene within, that I recognized the
+face of De Artigny. He lingered scarcely a moment, evidently satisfied
+with what he saw, and then drew silently back, hesitating a brief
+space, as though debating his next movement.
+
+I waited breathless, wondering what his purpose could be, half
+inclined to intercept and question him. Was he seeking to serve my
+cause? to learn the truth of my relationship with Cassion? or did he
+have some other object, some personal feud in which he sought revenge?
+The first thought sent the warm blood leaping through my veins; the
+second left me shivering as if with sudden chill.
+
+Even as I stood, hesitating, uncertain, he turned, and retraced his
+steps along the same path of his approach, passing me not ten steps
+away, and vanishing into the wood. I thought he paused at the edge,
+and bent down, yet before I found voice, or determination to stop him,
+he had disappeared. My courage returned, spurred by curiosity. Why
+should he take so roundabout a way to reach the shore? What was that
+black, shapeless thing he had paused to examine? I could see something
+there, dark and motionless, though to my eyes no more than a shadow.
+
+I ventured toward it, creeping behind the bushes bordering the path,
+conscious of an odd fear as I drew closer. Yet it was not until I
+emerged from the fringe of shrubbery that even the faintest conception
+of what the object I saw was occurred to me. Then I stopped, frozen by
+horror, for I confronted a dead body.
+
+For an instant I could not utter a sound, or move a muscle of my body.
+My hands clung convulsively to a nearby branch, thus supporting me
+erect in spite of trembling limbs, and I stared at the grewsome
+object, black and almost shapeless in the moonlight. Only part of the
+trunk was revealed, the lower portion concealed by bushes, yet I could
+no longer doubt it was a man's body--a large, heavily built man, his
+hat still crushed on his head, but with face turned away.
+
+What courage overcame my horror, and urged me forward I cannot tell; I
+seemed impelled by some power not my own, a vague fear of recognition
+tugging at my heart. I crept nearer, almost inch by inch, trembling at
+every noise, dreading to discover the truth. At last I could perceive
+the ghastly features--the dead man was Hugo Chevet.
+
+I scarcely know why this discovery of his identity brought back so
+suddenly my strength, and courage. But it did; I was no longer afraid,
+no longer shrank from contact with the corpse. I confess I felt no
+special sorrow, no deep regret at the fate which had overtaken him.
+Although he was my mother's brother, yet his treatment of me had never
+been kind, and there remained no memories to touch my heart. Still his
+death was from treachery, murder, and every instinct urged me to learn
+its cause, and who had been guilty of the crime.
+
+I nerved myself to the effort, and turned the body sufficiently to
+enable me to discover the wound--he had been pierced by a knife from
+behind; had fallen, no doubt, without uttering a cry, dead ere he
+struck the ground. Then it was murder, foul murder, a blow in the
+back. Why had the deed been done? What spirit of revenge, of hatred,
+of fear, could have led to such an act? I got again to my feet,
+staring about through the weird moonlight, every nerve throbbing, as I
+thought to grip the fact, and find its cause. Slowly I drew back,
+shrinking in growing terror from the corpse, until I was safely in the
+priest's garden. There I paused irresolute, my dazed, benumbed brain
+beginning to grasp the situation, and assert itself.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+THE MURDER OF CHEVET
+
+
+Who had killed him? What should I do? These were the two questions
+haunting my mind, and becoming more and more insistent. The light
+still burned in the mission house, and I could picture the scene
+within--the three priests reading, or talking softly to each other,
+and Cassion asleep on his bench in the corner, wearied with the day.
+
+I could not understand, could not imagine a cause, and yet the
+assassin must have been De Artigny. How else could I account for his
+presence there in the night, his efforts at concealment, his bending
+over the dead body, and then hurrying away without sounding an alarm.
+The evidence against the man seemed conclusive, and yet I would not
+condemn. There might be other reasons for his silence, for his secret
+presence, and if I rushed into the house, proclaiming my discovery,
+and confessing what I had seen, he would be left without defense.
+
+Perhaps it might be the very purpose of the real murderer to thus cast
+suspicion on an innocent man, and I would be the instrument. But who
+else could be the murderer? That it could have been Cassion never
+seriously occurred to me, but I ran over in my mind the rough men of
+our party--the soldiers, some of them quarrelsome enough, and the
+Indians to whom a treacherous blow was never unnatural. This must have
+been the way it happened--Chevet had made some bitter enemy, for he
+was ever prodigal of angry word and blow, and the fellow had followed
+him through the night to strike him down from behind. But why did De
+Artigny fail to sound an alarm when he found the body? Why was he
+hiding about the mission house, and peering in through the window?
+
+I sank my face in my hands, so dazed and bewildered as to be incapable
+of thought--yet I could not, I would not believe him guilty of so foul
+a crime. It was not possible, nor should he be accused through any
+testimony from my lips. He could explain, he must explain to me his
+part in this dreadful affair, but, unless he confessed himself, I
+would never believe him guilty. There was but one thing for me to
+do--return silently to my room, and wait. Perhaps he had already
+descended to camp to alarm the men; if not the body would be early
+discovered in the morning, and a few hours delay could make no
+difference to Hugo Chevet.
+
+The very decision was a relief, and yet it frightened me. I felt
+almost like an accomplice, as though I also was guilty of a crime by
+thus concealing my knowledge, and leaving that body to remain alone
+there in the dark. Yet there was nothing else to do. Shrinking,
+shuddering at every shadow, at every sound, my nerves throbbing with
+agony, I managed to drag my body up the logs, and in through the
+window. I was safe there, but there was no banishing from memory what
+I had seen--what I knew lay yonder in the wood shadow. I sank to the
+floor, clutching the sill, my eyes staring through the moonlight. Once
+I thought I saw a man's indistinct figure move across an open space,
+and once I heard voices far away.
+
+The priests entered the room opposite mine, and I could distinguish
+the murmur of their voices through the thin partition. These became
+silent, and I prayed, with head bowed on the window sill. I could not
+leave that position, could not withdraw my eyes from the scene
+without. The moon disappeared, the night darkening; I could no longer
+perceive the line of forest trees, and sitting thus I fell asleep from
+sheer exhaustion.
+
+I do not know that I was called, yet when I awoke a faint light
+proclaiming the dawn was in the sky, and sounds of activity reached my
+ears from the room below. I felt tired and cramped from my unnatural
+position, but hastened to join the others. The morning meal was
+already on the table, and we ate as usual, no one mentioning Chevet,
+thus proving the body had not been discovered. I could scarcely choke
+the food down, anticipating every instant the sounding of an alarm.
+Cassion hurried, excited, no doubt, by the prospect of getting away on
+our journey, but seemed in excellent humor. Pushing back the box on
+which he sat, he buckled his pistol belt, seized his hat, and strode
+to the door.
+
+"We depart at once," he proclaimed briefly. "So I will leave you,
+here, to bring the lady."
+
+Père Allouez, still busily engaged, murmured some indistinct reply,
+and Cassion's eyes met mine.
+
+"You look pale, and weary this morning," he said. "Not fear of the
+voyage, I hope?"
+
+"No, Monsieur," I managed to answer quietly. "I slept ill, but shall
+be better presently--shall I bear my blankets to the boats?"
+
+"The _engagé_ will see to that, only let there be as little delay as
+possible. Ah! here comes a messenger from below--what is it, my man?"
+
+The fellow, one of the soldiers whose face I did not recall, halted in
+the open door, gasping for breath, his eyes roving about the room.
+
+"He is dead--the big man," he stammered. "He is there by the woods."
+
+"The big man--dead!" Cassion drew back, as though struck a blow. "What
+big man? Who do you mean?"
+
+"The one in the second canoe, Monsieur; the one who roared."
+
+"Chevet? Hugo Chevet? What has happened to him? Come, speak up, or
+I'll slit your tongue!"
+
+The man gulped, gripping the door with one hand, the other pointing
+outward.
+
+"He is there, Monsieur, beyond the trail, at the edge of the wood. I
+saw him with his face turned up--_Mon Dieu_! so white; I dare not
+touch him, but there was blood, where a knife had entered his back."
+
+All were on their feet, their faces picturing the sudden horror, yet
+Cassion was first to recover his wits, and lead the way without.
+Grasping the soldier's arm, and bidding him show where the body lay,
+he thrust him through the door. I lingered behind shrinking from being
+again compelled to view the sight of the dead man, yet unable to keep
+entirely away. Cassion stopped, looking down at the object on the
+grass, but made no effort to touch it with his hands. The soldier
+bent, and rolled the body over, and one of the priests felt in the
+pockets of the jacket, bringing forth a paper or two. Cassion took
+these, gripping them in his fingers, his face appearing gray in the
+early light.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! the man has been murdered," he exclaimed, "a dastard blow
+in the back. Look about, and see if you find a knife. Had he quarrel
+with anyone, Moulin?"
+
+The soldier straightened up.
+
+"No, Monsieur; I heard of none, though he was often rough and harsh of
+tongue to the men. Ah! now I recall, he had words with Sieur de
+Artigny on the beach at dusk. I know not the cause, yet the younger
+man left him angrily, and passed by where I stood, with his hands
+clinched."
+
+"De Artigny, hey!" Cassion's voice had a ring of pleasure in it. "Ay!
+he is a hothead. Know you where the young cock is now?"
+
+"He, with the Chief, left an hour ago. Was it not your order,
+Monsieur?"
+
+Cassion made a swift gesture, but what it might signify I could not
+determine, as his face was turned away. A moment there was silence, as
+he shaded his eyes, and peered out across the water.
+
+"True, so I did," he said at last. "They were to depart before dawn.
+The villain is yonder--see; well off that farthest point, and 'tis too
+late to overtake him now. _Sacre_! there is naught for us to do, that
+I see, but to bury Hugo Chevet, and go our way--the King's business
+cannot wait."
+
+They brought the body into the mission house, and laid it upon the
+bench. I did not look upon the ghastly face, which the young priest
+had covered, but I sank to my knees and prayed earnestly for the
+repose of his soul. For a moment I felt in my heart a tenderness for
+this rough, hard man who in the past had caused me such suffering.
+
+Perchance he was not altogether to blame; his had been a rough, hard
+life, and I had only brought him care and trouble. So there were tears
+in my eyes as I knelt beside him, although in secret my heart rejoiced
+that De Artigny had gone, and would not be confronted with his victim;
+for there was no longer doubt in my mind of his guilt, for surely, had
+the man been innocent, he would have sounded an alarm. It was
+Cassion's hand which aroused me, and I glanced up at his face through
+the tears clinging to my lashes.
+
+"What, crying!" he exclaimed, in apparent surprise. "I never thought
+the man of such value to you as to cause tears at his death."
+
+"He was of my blood," I answered soberly, rising to my feet, "and his
+murder most foul."
+
+"Ay! true enough, girl, and we will bring to book the villain who did
+the deed. Yet we cannot remain here to mourn, for I am on the King's
+service. Come, we have lost time already, and the canoes wait."
+
+"You would go at once?" I asked, startled at his haste, "without even
+waiting until he is buried?"
+
+"And why not? To wait will cost us a day; nor, so far as I can see,
+would it be of the slightest value to Hugo Chevet. The priests here
+will attend to the ceremony, and this handful of silver will buy him
+prayers. _Pouf_! he is dead, and that is all there is to it; so come
+along, for I will wait here no longer."
+
+The man's actions, his manner, and words were heartless. For an
+instant I stood in revolt, ready to defy openly, an angry retort on my
+lips; yet before I found speech, Père Allouez rested his hand on my
+shoulder.
+
+"'Tis best, my child," he said softly. "We can no longer serve the
+dead by remaining here, and there are long leagues before us. In the
+boat your prayers will reach the good God just as surely as though you
+knelt here beside this poor body. 'Tis best we go."
+
+I permitted him to lead me out through the door, and we followed
+Cassion down the steep path to the shore. The latter seemed to have
+forgotten all else save our embarkation, and hurried the soldier off
+on a run to get the boats in the water. The _père_ held to my arm, and
+I was conscious of his voice continually speaking, although I knew
+nothing of what he said. I was incapable of thinking, two visions
+haunting me--the body of Hugo Chevet outstretched on the bench in the
+mission house, and Rene de Artigny far away yonder on the water. Why
+had it happened? What could ever excuse a crime like this?
+
+On the beach all was in readiness for departure, and it was evident
+enough that Moulin had already spread the news of Chevet's murder
+among his comrades. Cassion, however, permitted the fellows little
+time for discussion, for at his sharp orders they took their places in
+the canoes, and pushed off. The priest was obliged to assume Chevet's
+former position, and I would gladly have accompanied him, but Cassion
+suddenly gripped me in his arms, and without so much as a word, waded
+out through the surf, and put me down in his boat, clambering in
+himself, and shouting his orders to the paddlers.
+
+I think we were all of us glad enough to get away. I know I sat
+silent, and motionless, just where he placed me, and stared back
+across the widening water at the desolate, dismal scene. How lonely,
+and heart-sickening it was, those few log houses against the hill, the
+blackened stumps littering the hillside, and the gloomy forest beyond.
+The figures of a few men were visible along the beach, and once I saw
+a black-robed priest emerge from the door of the mission house, and
+start down the steep path.
+
+The picture slowly faded as we advanced, until finally the last
+glimpse of the log chapel disappeared in the haze, and we were alone
+on the mystery of the great lake, gliding along a bare, uninhabited
+shore. I was aroused by the touch of Cassion's hand on my own as it
+grasped the side of the canoe.
+
+"Adele," he said, almost tenderly. "Why should you be so serious?
+Cannot we be friends?"
+
+My eyes met his in surprise.
+
+"Friends, Monsieur! Are we not? Why do you address me like that?"
+
+"Because you treat me as though I were a criminal," he said earnestly.
+"As if I had done you an evil in making you my wife. 'Twas not I who
+hastened the matter, but La Barre. 'Tis not just to condemn me
+unheard, yet I have been patient and kind. I thought it might be that
+you loved another--in truth I imagined that De Artigny had cast his
+spell upon you; yet you surely cannot continue to trust that
+villain--the murderer of your uncle."
+
+"How know you that to be true?" I asked.
+
+"Because there is no other accounting for it," he explained sternly.
+"The quarrel last evening, the early departure before dawn--"
+
+"At your orders, Monsieur."
+
+"Ay, but the sergeant tells me the fellow was absent from the camp for
+two hours during the night; that in the moonlight he saw him come down
+the hill. Even if he did not do the deed himself, he must have
+discovered the body--yet he voiced no alarm."
+
+I was silent, and my eyes fell from his face to the green water.
+
+"'Twill be hard to explain," he went on. "But he shall have a
+chance."
+
+"A chance! You will question him; and then--"
+
+He hesitated whether to answer me, but there was a cruel smile on his
+thin lips.
+
+"Faith, I do not know. 'Tis like to be a court-martial at the Rock, if
+ever we get him there; though the chances are the fellow will take to
+the woods when he finds himself suspected. No doubt the best thing I
+can do will be to say nothing until we hold him safe, though 'tis hard
+to pretend with such a villain."
+
+He paused, as if hoping I might speak, and my silence angered him.
+
+"Bah, if I had my way the young cockerel would face a file at our
+first camp. Ay! and it will be for you to decide if he does not."
+
+"What is your meaning, Monsieur?"
+
+"That I am tired of your play-acting; of your making eyes at this
+forest dandy behind my back. _Sang Dieu_! I am done with all this--do
+you hear?--and I have a grip now which will make you think twice, my
+dear, before you work any more sly tricks on me. _Sacre_, you think me
+easy, hey? I have in my hand so," and he opened and closed his fingers
+suggestively, "the life of the lad."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+MY PLEDGE SAVES DE ARTIGNY
+
+
+I had one glimpse of his face as he leaned forward, and there was a
+look in it which made me shudder, and turn away. His was no idle
+threat, and whether the man truly loved me or not, his hatred of De
+Artigny was sufficient for any cruelty.
+
+I realized the danger, the necessity for compromise, and yet for the
+moment I lacked power to speak, to question, fearful lest his demands
+would be greater than I could grant. I had no thought of what I saw,
+and still that which my eyes rested upon remains pictured on my brain,
+the sparkle of sun on the water, the distant green of the shore, the
+soldiers huddled in the canoe, the dark shining bodies of the Indians
+ceaselessly plying the paddles, and beyond us, to the left, another
+canoe, cleaving the water swiftly, with Père Allouez' face turned
+toward us, as though he sought to guess our conversation. I was
+aroused by the grip of Cassion's hand.
+
+"Well, my beauty," he said harshly, "haven't I waited long enough to
+learn if it is war or peace between us?"
+
+I laughed, yet I doubt if he gained any comfort from the expression of
+the eyes which met his.
+
+"Why I choose peace, of course, Monsieur," I answered, assuming a
+carelessness I was far from feeling. "Am I not your wife? Surely you
+remind me of it often enough, so I am not likely to forget; but I
+resent the insult of your words, nor will you ever win favor from me
+by such methods. I have been friendly with Sieur de Artigny, it is
+true, but there is nothing more between us. Indeed no word has passed
+my lips in his presence I would not be willing for you to hear. So
+there is no cause for you to spare him on my account, or rest his fate
+on any action of mine."
+
+"You will have naught to do with the fellow?"
+
+"There would be small chance if I wished, Monsieur; and do you suppose
+I would seek companionship with one who had killed my uncle?"
+
+"'Twould scarce seem so, yet I know not what you believe."
+
+"Nor do I myself; yet the evidence is all against the man thus far. I
+confess I should like to hear his defense, but I make you this pledge
+in all honor--I will have no word with him, on condition that you file
+no charges until we arrive at Fort St. Louis."
+
+"Ah!" suspiciously, "you think he has friends there to hold him
+innocent."
+
+"Why should I, Monsieur? Indeed, why should I care but to have justice
+done? I do not wish his blood on your hands, or to imagine that he is
+condemned because of his friendship for me rather than any other
+crime. I know not what friends the man has at the Rock on the
+Illinois. He was of La Salle's party, and they are no longer in
+control. La Barre said that De Baugis commanded that post, and for all
+I know De Tonty and all his men may have departed."
+
+"'Tis not altogether true, and for that reason we are ordered to join
+the company. De Baugis has the right of it under commission from La
+Barre, but does not possess sufficient soldiers to exercise authority.
+La Salle's men remain loyal to De Tonty, and the Indian tribes look to
+him for leadership. _Mon Dieu_! it was reported in Quebec that twelve
+thousand savages were living about the fort--ay! and De Artigny said
+he doubted it not, for the meadows were covered with tepees--so De
+Baugis has small chance to rule until he has force behind him. They
+say this De Tonty is of a fighting breed--the savages call him the man
+with the iron hand--and so the two rule between them, the one for La
+Barre, and the other for La Salle, and we go to give the Governor's
+man more power."
+
+"You have sufficient force?"
+
+"Unless the Indians become hostile; besides there is to be an overland
+party later to join us in the spring, and Sieur de la Durantaye, of
+the regiment of Carignan-Salliers is at the Chicago portage. This I
+learned at St. Ignace."
+
+"Then it would seem to me, Monsieur, that you could safely wait the
+trial of De Artigny until our arrival at the fort. If he does not feel
+himself suspected, he will make no effort to escape, and I give you
+the pledge you ask."
+
+It was not altogether graciously that he agreed to this, yet the man
+could not refuse, and I was glad enough to escape thus easily, for it
+was my fear that he might insist on my yielding much more to preserve
+De Artigny from immediate condemnation and death. The fellow had the
+power, and the inclination, and what good fortune saved me, I can
+never know. I think he felt a certain fear of me, a doubt of how far
+he might presume on my good nature.
+
+Certainly I gave him small encouragement to venture further, and yet
+had he done so I would have been at my wit's end. Twice the words were
+upon his lips--a demand that I yield to his mastery--but he must have
+read in my eyes a defiance he feared to front, for they were not
+uttered. 'Twas that he might have this very talk that he had found me
+place alone in his canoe, and I would have respected him more had he
+dared to carry out his desire. The coward in the man was too apparent,
+and yet that very cowardice was proof of treachery. What he hesitated
+to claim boldly he would attain otherwise if he could. I could place
+no confidence in his word, nor reliance upon his honor.
+
+However nothing occurred to give Cassion opportunity, nor to tempt me
+to violate my own pledge. We proceeded steadily upon our course, aided
+by fair weather, and quiet waters for several days. So peaceful were
+our surroundings that my awe and fear of the vast lake on which we
+floated passed away, and I began to appreciate its beauty, and love
+those changing vistas, which opened constantly to our advance.
+
+We followed the coast line, seldom venturing beyond sight of land,
+except as we cut across from point to point; and fair as the wooded
+shore appeared, its loneliness, and the desolation of the great waters
+began, at last, to affect our spirits. The men no longer sang at their
+work, and I could see the depression in their eyes as they stared
+about across ceaseless waves to the dim horizon.
+
+Day after day it was the same dull monotony, crouched in the narrow
+canoe, watching the movements of the paddlers, and staring about at
+endless sea and sky, with distant glimpse of wilderness. We lost
+interest in conversation, in each other, and I lay for hours with eyes
+closed to the glare of the sun, feeling no desire save to be left
+alone. Yet there were scenes of surpassing beauty unrolled before us
+at sunrise and sunset, and when the great silvery moon reflected its
+glory in the water.
+
+Had companionship been congenial no doubt every league of that journey
+would have proven a joy to be long remembered, but with Cassion beside
+me, ever seeking some excuse to make me conscious of his purpose, I
+found silence to be my most effective weapon of defense. Twice I got
+away in Père Allouez' canoe, and found pleasure in conversing,
+although I had no confidence in the priest, and knew well that my
+absence would anger Cassion.
+
+Our camps occurred wherever night overtook us and we found good
+landing place. Occasionally we went ashore earlier, and the Indians
+hunted for wild game, usually with success. In all these days and
+nights I had no glimpse of De Artigny, nor of his crew. It was not
+possible for me to question Cassion, for to do so would have aroused
+his jealous suspicion; but, as he never once referred to their
+continued absence, I became convinced that it was his orders which
+kept them ahead. No doubt it was best, as the men soon forgot the
+tragedy of Hugo Chevet's death, and after the first day I do not
+recall hearing the murder discussed.
+
+Such deeds were not uncommon, and Chevet had made no friends to
+cherish his memory. If others suspected De Artigny they felt little
+resentment or desire to punish him--and doubtless the men had
+quarreled, and the fatal knife thrust been delivered in fair fight.
+The result interested them only slightly, and none regretted the loss
+of the man killed.
+
+We made no entrance into Green Bay, for there was nothing there but a
+newly established mission station, and perhaps a hunter's camp,
+scarcely worth our wasting two days in seeking. Besides the night we
+made camp at a spot marked on the map as Point de Tour, we found
+waiting us there the advance canoe, and both De Artigny and the chief
+counseled that our course be south across the mouth of the bay. I sat
+in my tent and watched them discuss the matter in the red glow of a
+fire, but this was my only glimpse of De Artigny, until he led the way
+the next morning.
+
+Our voyage that day was a long one, and we were often beyond view of
+land, although we skirted several islands. The lake was stirred by a
+gentle breeze, yet not enough to delay our passage, and the sky above
+was cloudless. The Indian chief took the steering paddle in one of our
+boats, relieving Père Allouez, and De Artigny guided us, his canoe a
+mere black speck ahead. It was already dark when we finally attained
+the rocky shore of Port de Morts.
+
+When dawn came De Artigny and his crew had departed by order of
+Cassion, but the chief remained to take charge of the third canoe. The
+indifference the younger man had shown to my presence hurt me
+strangely--he had made no effort to approach or address me; indeed, so
+far as I was aware, had not so much as glanced in my direction. Did he
+still resent my words, or was it his consciousness of guilt, which
+held him thus aloof?
+
+Not for a moment would I believe him wholly uninterested. There had
+been that in his eyes I should never forget, and so I persuaded myself
+that he thus avoided me because he feared to anger Cassion. This was
+not at all in accord with his nature as I understood it, yet the
+explanation gave me a certain content, and I could find no better.
+Thus we resumed our journey southward along the shore, but with
+clouded skies overhead, and the water about us dull and gray.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII
+
+THE BREAK OF STORM
+
+
+We had no more pleasant weather for days, the skies being overcast and
+the wind damp and chill. It did not rain, nor were the waves
+dangerous, although choppy enough to make paddling tiresome and
+difficult.
+
+A mist obscured the view, and compelled us to cling close to the shore
+so as to prevent becoming lost in the smother, and as we dare not
+venture to strike out boldly from point to point, we lost much time in
+creeping along the curves.
+
+The canoes kept closer together, never venturing to become separated,
+and the men stationed on watch in the bows continually called to each
+other across the tossing waters in guidance. Even De Artigny kept
+within sight, and made camp with us at night, although he made no
+effort to seek me, nor did I once detect that he even glanced in my
+direction. The studied indifference of the man puzzled me more than it
+angered, but I believed it was his consciousness of guilt, rather than
+any dislike which caused his avoidance. In a way I rejoiced at his
+following this course, as I felt bound by my pledge to Cassion, and
+had no desire to further arouse the jealousy of the latter, yet I
+remained a woman, and consequently felt a measure of regret at being
+thus neglected and ignored.
+
+However I had my reward, as this state of affairs was plainly enough
+to Monsieur Cassion's liking, for his humor changed for the better, in
+spite of our slow progress, and I was pleased to note that his
+watchfulness over my movements while ashore noticeably relaxed. Once
+he ventured to speak a bold word or two, inspired possibly by my
+effort to appear more friendly, but I gave him small opportunity to
+become offensive, for the raw, disagreeable atmosphere furnished me
+with sufficient excuse to snuggle down beneath blankets, and thus
+ignore his presence.
+
+I passed most of those days thus hidden from sight, only occasionally
+lifting my head to peer out at the gray, desolate sea, or watch the
+dim, mist-shrouded coast line. It was all of a color--a gloomy, dismal
+scene, the continuance of which left me homesick and spiritless. Never
+have I felt more hopeless and alone. It seemed useless to keep up the
+struggle; with every league we penetrated deeper into the desolate
+wilderness, and now I retained not even one friend on whom I could
+rely.
+
+As Cassion evidenced his sense of victory--as I read it in his
+laughing words, and the bold glance of his eyes--there came to me a
+knowledge of defeat, which seemed to rob me of all strength and
+purpose. I was not ready to yield yet; the man only angered me, and
+yet I began dimly to comprehend that the end was inevitable--my
+courage was oozing away, and somewhere in this lonely, friendless
+wilderness the moment I dreaded would come, and I would have no power
+to resist. More than once in my solitude, hidden beneath the blankets,
+I wiped tears from my eyes as I sensed the truth; yet he never knew,
+nor did I mean he should.
+
+I had no knowledge of the date, nor a very clear conception of where
+we were, although it must have been either the fourth or fifth day
+since we left Port du Morts. The night before, we had camped at the
+mouth of a small stream, the surrounding forest growing down close to
+the shore, and so thick as to be almost impenetrable. The men had set
+up my tent so close to the water the waves broke scarcely a foot away,
+and the fire about which the others clustered for warmth was but a few
+yards distant.
+
+Wrapped in my blankets I saw De Artigny emerge from the darkness, and
+approach Cassion, who drew a map from his belt pocket, and spread it
+open on the ground in the glare of the fire. The two men bent over it,
+tracing the lines with finger tips, evidently determining their course
+for the morrow. Then De Artigny made a few notes on a scrap of paper,
+arose to his feet, and disappeared.
+
+They had scarcely exchanged a word, and the feeling of enmity between
+them was apparent. Cassion sat quiet, the map still open, and stared
+after the younger man until he vanished in the darkness. The look upon
+his face was not a pleasant one.
+
+Impelled by a sudden impulse I arose to my feet, the blanket still
+draped about my shoulders, and crossed the open space to the fire.
+Cassion, hearing the sound of my approach, glanced around, his frown
+changing instantly into a smile.
+
+"Ah, quite an adventure this," he said, adopting a tone of pleasantry.
+"The first time you have left your tent, Madame?"
+
+"The first time I have felt desire to do so," I retorted. "I feel
+curiosity to examine your map."
+
+"And waited until I was alone; I appreciate the compliment," and he
+removed his hat in mock gallantry. "There was a time when you would
+have come earlier."
+
+"Your sarcasm is quite uncalled for. You have my pledge relative to
+the Sieur de Artigny, Monsieur, which suffices. If you do not care to
+give me glimpse of your map, I will retire again."
+
+"_Pouf_! do not be so easily pricked, I spoke in jest. Ay, look at the
+paper, but the tracing is so poor 'tis no better than a guess where we
+are. Sit you down, Madame, so the fire gives light, and I will show
+you our position the best I can."
+
+"Did not De Artigny know?"
+
+"He thinks he does, but his memory is not over clear, as he was only
+over this course the once. 'Tis here he has put the mark, while my
+guess would be a few leagues beyond."
+
+I bent over, my eyes seeking the points indicated. I had seen the map
+before, yet it told me little, for I was unaccustomed to such study,
+and the few points, and streams named had no real meaning to my mind.
+The only familiar term was Chicagou Portage, and I pointed to it with
+my fingers.
+
+"Is it there we leave the lake, Monsieur?"
+
+"Ay; the rest will be river work. You see this stream? 'Tis called the
+Des Plaines, and leads into the Illinois. De Artigny says it is two
+miles inland, across a flat country. 'Twas Père Marquette who passed
+this way first, but since then many have traversed it. 'Tis like to
+take us two days to make the portage."
+
+"And way up here is Port du Morts, where we crossed the opening into
+Green Bay, and we have come since all this distance. Surely 'tis not
+far along the shore now to the portage?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu_, who knows! It looks but a step on the map, yet 'tis not
+likely the distance has ever been measured."
+
+"What said the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"Bah! the Sieur de Artigny; ever it is the Sieur de Artigny. 'Tis
+little he knows about it in my judgment. He would have it thirty
+leagues yet, but I make it we are ten leagues to the south of where he
+puts us. What, are you going already? Faith, I had hopes you might
+tarry here a while yet, and hold converse with me."
+
+I paused, in no way tempted, yet uncertain.
+
+"You had some word you wished to say, Monsieur?"
+
+"There are words enough if you would listen."
+
+"'Tis no fault of yours if I do not. But not now, Monsieur. It is
+late, and cold. We take the boats early, and I would rest while I
+can."
+
+He was on his feet, the map gripped in his hand, but made no effort to
+stop me, as I dropped him a curtsey, and retreated. But he was there
+still when I glanced back from out the safety of the tent, his
+forehead creased by a frown. When he finally turned away the map was
+crushed shapeless in his fingers.
+
+The morning dawned somewhat warmer, but with every promise of a storm,
+threatening clouds hanging above the water, sullen and menacing, their
+edges tipped with lightning. The roar of distant thunder came to our
+ears, yet there was no wind, and Cassion decided that the clouds would
+drift southward, and leave us safe passage along the shore. His canoe
+had been wrenched in making landing the evening before, and had taken
+in considerable water during the night. This was bailed out, but the
+interior was so wet and uncomfortable that I begged to be given place
+in another boat, and Cassion consented, after I had exhibited some
+temper, ordering a soldier in the sergeant's canoe to exchange places
+with me.
+
+We were the last to depart from the mouth of the stream where we had
+made night camp, and I took more than usual interest, feeling oddly
+relieved to be away from Cassion's presence for an entire day. The man
+irritated me, insisting on a freedom of speech I could not tolerate,
+thus keeping me constantly on defense, never certain when his audacity
+would break bounds. So this morning it was a relief to sit up, free of
+my blanket, and watch the men get under way.
+
+We may have proceeded for half a league, when a fog swept in toward
+the land enveloping us in its folds, although we were close enough to
+the shore so as to keep safely together, the word being passed back
+down the line, and as we drew nearer I became aware that De Artigny's
+boat had turned about, and he was endeavoring to induce Cassion to go
+ashore and make camp before the storm broke. The latter, however, was
+obstinate, claiming we were close enough for safety, and finally, in
+angry voice, insisted upon proceeding on our course.
+
+De Artigny, evidently feeling argument useless, made no reply, but I
+noticed he held back his paddlers, and permitted Cassion's canoe to
+forge ahead. He must have discovered that I was not with Monsieur, for
+I saw him stare intently at each of the other canoes, as though to
+make sure of my presence, shading his eyes with one hand, as he peered
+through the thickening mist. This action evidenced the first
+intimation I had for days of his continued interest in my welfare, and
+my heart throbbed with sudden pleasure. Whether, or not, he felt some
+premonition of danger, he certainly spoke words of instruction to his
+Indian paddlers, and so manipulated his craft as to keep not far
+distant, although slightly farther from shore, than the canoe in which
+I sat.
+
+Cassion had already vanished in the fog, which swept thicker and
+thicker along the surface of the water, the nearer boats becoming mere
+indistinct shadows. Even within my own canoe the faces of those about
+me appeared gray and blurred, as the damp vapor swept over us in dense
+clouds. It was a ghastly scene, rendered more awesome by the glare of
+lightning which seemed to split the vapor, and the sound of thunder
+reverberating from the surface of the lake.
+
+The water, a ghastly, greenish gray, heaved beneath, giving us little
+difficulty, yet terrifying in its suggestion of sullen strength, and
+the shore line was barely discernible to the left as we struggled
+forward. What obstinacy compelled Cassion to keep us at the task I
+know not--perchance a dislike to yield to De Artigny's advice--but the
+sergeant swore to himself, and turned the prow of our canoe inward,
+hugging the shore as closely as he dared, his anxious eyes searching
+every rift in the mist.
+
+Yet, dark and drear as the day was, we had no true warning of the
+approaching storm, for the vapor clinging to the water concealed from
+our sight the clouds above. When it came it burst upon us with mad
+ferocity, the wind whirling to the north, and striking us with all the
+force of three hundred miles of open sea. The mist was swept away with
+that first fierce gust, and we were struggling for life in a wild
+turmoil of waters. I had but a glimpse of it--a glimpse of wild,
+raging sea; of black, scurrying clouds, so close above I could almost
+reach out and touch them; of dimly revealed canoes flung about like
+chips, driving before the blast.
+
+Our own was hurled forward like an arrow, the Indian paddlers working
+like mad to keep stern to the wind, their long hair whipping about.
+The soldiers crouched in the bottom, clinging grimly to any support,
+their white faces exhibiting the abasement of fear. The sergeant alone
+spoke, yelling his orders, as he wielded steering paddle, his hat
+blown from his head, his face ghastly with sudden terror. It was but
+the glimpse of an instant; then a paddle broke, the canoe swung
+sideways, balanced on the crest of a wave and went over.
+
+I was conscious of cries, shrill, instantly smothered, and then I
+sank, struggling hard to keep above water, yet borne down by the
+weight of the canoe. I came up again, choking and half strangled, and
+sought to grip the boat as it whirled past. My fingers found nothing
+to cling to, slipping along the wet keel, until I went down again, but
+this time holding my breath. My water-soaked garments, and heavy shoes
+made swimming almost impossible, yet I struggled to keep face above
+water. Two men had reached the canoe, and had somehow found hold. One
+of these was an Indian, but they were already too far away to aid me,
+and in another moment had vanished in the white crested waves. Not
+another of our boat's crew was visible, nor could I be sure of where
+the shore lay.
+
+Twice I went down, waves breaking over me, and flinging me about like
+a cork. Yet I was conscious, though strangely dazed and hopeless. I
+struggled, but more as if in a dream than in reality. Something black,
+shapeless, seemed to sweep past me through the water; it was borne
+high on a wave, and I flung up my hands in protection; I felt myself
+gripped, lifted partially, then the grasp failed, and I dropped back
+into the churning water. The canoe, or whatever else it was, was gone,
+swept remorselessly past by the raging wind, but as I came up again to
+the surface a hand clasped me, drew me close until I had grip on a
+broad shoulder.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII
+
+ALONE WITH DE ARTIGNY
+
+
+Beyond this I knew nothing; with the coming of help, the sense that I
+was no longer struggling unaided for life in those treacherous waters,
+all strength and consciousness left me. When I again awoke, dazed,
+trembling, a strange blur before my eyes, I was lying upon a sandy
+beach, with a cliff towering above me, its crest tree-lined, and I
+could hear the dash of waves breaking not far distant. I endeavored to
+raise myself to look about, but sank back helpless, fairly struggling
+for breath. An arm lifted my head from the sand, and I stared into a
+face bending above me, at first without recollection.
+
+"Lie still a moment," said a voice gently. "You will breathe easier
+shortly, and regain strength."
+
+I knew my fingers closed on the man's hand convulsively, but the water
+yet blinded my eyes. He must have perceived this for he wiped my face
+with a cloth, and it was then I perceived his face clearly, and
+remembered.
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny!" I exclaimed.
+
+"Of course," he answered. "Who else should it be, Madame? Please do
+not regret my privilege."
+
+"Your privilege; 'tis a strange word you choose, Monsieur," I
+faltered, not yet having control of myself. "Surely I have granted
+none."
+
+"Perchance not, as there was small chance," he answered, evidently
+attempting to speak lightly. "Nor could I wait to ask your leave; yet
+surely I may esteem it a privilege to bring you ashore alive."
+
+"It was you then who saved me? I scarcely understood, Monsieur; I lost
+consciousness, and am dazed in mind. You leaped into the water from
+the canoe?"
+
+"Yes; there was no other course left me. My boat was beyond yours, a
+few yards farther out in the lake, when the storm struck. We were
+partially prepared, for I felt assured there would be trouble."
+
+"You told Monsieur Cassion so," I interrupted, my mind clearing. "It
+was to bring him warning you returned."
+
+"I urged him to land until we could be assured of good weather. My
+Indians agreed with me."
+
+"And he refused to listen; then you permitted your canoe to fall
+behind; you endeavored to keep close to the boat I was in--was that
+not true, Monsieur?"
+
+He laughed, but very softly, and the grave look did not desert his
+eyes.
+
+"You noted me then! Faith, I had no thought you so much as glanced
+toward us. Well, and why should I not? Is it not a man's duty to seek
+to guard your safety in such an hour? Monsieur Cassion did not realize
+the peril, for he knows naught of the treachery of this lake, while I
+have witnessed its sudden storms before, and learned to fear them. So
+I deemed it best to be near at hand. For that you cannot chide me."
+
+"No, no, Monsieur," and I managed to sit up, and escape the pressure
+of his arm. "To do that would be the height of ingratitude. Surely I
+should have died but for your help, yet I hardly know now what
+occurred--you sprang from the canoe?"
+
+"Ay, when I found all else useless. Never did I feel more deadly
+blast; no craft such as ours could face it. We were to your left and
+rear when your canoe capsized, and I bore down toward where you
+struggled in the water. An Indian got grip upon you as we swept by,
+but the craft dipped so that he let go, and then I jumped, for we
+could never come back, and that was the only chance. This is the whole
+story, Madame, except that by God's help, I got you ashore."
+
+I looked into his face, impressed by the seriousness with which he
+spoke.
+
+"I--I thank you, Monsieur," I said, and held out my hand. "It was most
+gallant. Are we alone here? Where are the others?"
+
+"I do not know, Madame," he answered, his tone now that of formal
+courtesy. "'Tis but a short time since we reached this spot, and the
+storm yet rages. May I help you to stand, so you may perceive better
+our situation."
+
+He lifted me to my feet, and I stood erect, my clothes dripping wet,
+and my limbs trembling so that I grasped his arm for support, and
+glanced anxiously about. We were on a narrow sand beach, at the edge
+of a small cove, so protected the waters were comparatively calm,
+although the trees above bowed to the blast, and out beyond the
+headland I could see huge waves, whitened with foam, and perceive the
+clouds of spray flung up by the rocks. It was a wild scene, the roar
+of the breakers loud and continuous, and the black clouds flying above
+with dizzy rapidity. All the horror which I had just passed through
+seemed typified in the scene, and I covered my face with my hands.
+
+"You--you think they--they are all gone?" I asked, forcing the words
+from me.
+
+"Oh, no," he answered eagerly, and his hand touched me. "Do not give
+way to that thought. I doubt if any in your canoe made shore, but the
+others need not be in great danger. They could run before the storm
+until they found some opening in the coast line to yield protection.
+The sergeant was no _voyageur_, and when one of the paddles broke he
+steered wrong. With an Indian there you would have floated."
+
+"Then what can we do?"
+
+"There is naught that I see, but wait. Monsieur Cassion will be blown
+south, but will return when the storm subsides to seek you. No doubt
+he will think you dead, yet will scarcely leave without search. See,
+the sky grows lighter already, and the wind is less fierce. It would
+be my thought to attain the woods yonder, and build a fire to dry our
+clothes; the air chills."
+
+I looked where he pointed, up a narrow rift in the rocks, yet scarcely
+felt strength or courage to attempt the ascent. He must have read this
+in my face, and seen my form shiver as the wind struck my wet
+garments, for he made instant decision.
+
+"Ah, I have a better thought than that, for you are too weak to
+attempt the climb. Here, lie down, Madame, and I will cover you with
+the sand. It is warm and dry. Then I will clamber up yonder, and fling
+wood down; 'twill be but a short time until we have a cheerful blaze
+here."
+
+I shook my head, but he would listen to no negative, and so, at last,
+I yielded to his insistence, and he piled the white sand over me until
+all but my face was covered. To me the position was ridiculous enough,
+yet I appreciated the warmth and protection, and he toiled with
+enthusiasm, his tongue as busy as his hands in effort to make me
+comfortable.
+
+"'Tis the best thing possible; the warmth of your body will dry your
+clothes. Ah, it is turning out a worthy adventure, but will soon be
+over with. The storm is done already, although the waves still beat
+the shore fiercely. 'Tis my thought Monsieur Cassion will be back
+along this way ere dusk, and a canoe can scarce go past without being
+seen while daylight lasts, and at night we will keep a fire. There, is
+that better? You begin to feel warm?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Then lie still, and do not worry. All will come out right in a few
+hours more. Now I will go above, and throw down some dry wood. I shall
+not be out of sight more than a few minutes."
+
+From where I lay, my head on a hummock of sand, my body completely
+buried, I could watch him scale the rocks, making use of the rift in
+the face of the cliff, and finding no great difficulty. At the top he
+looked back, waved his hand, and then disappeared among the trees. All
+was silent about me, except for the dash of distant waves, and the
+rustle of branches far overhead. I gazed up at the sky, where the
+clouds were thinning, giving glimpses of faintest blue, and began to
+collect my own thoughts, and realize my situation.
+
+In spite of my promise to Cassion I was here alone with De Artigny,
+helpless to escape his presence, or to be indifferent for the service
+he had rendered me. Nor had I slightest wish to escape. Even although
+it should be proven that the man was the murderer of my uncle, I could
+not break the influence he had over me, and now, when it was not
+proven, I simply must struggle to believe that he could be the
+perpetrator of the deed. All that I seemed truly conscious of was a
+relief at being free from the companionship of Cassion. I wanted to be
+alone, relieved from his attentions, and the fear of what he might
+attempt next. Beyond this my mind did not go, for I felt weak from the
+struggle in the water, and a mere desire to lie quiet and rest took
+possession of all my faculties.
+
+De Artigny appeared at the edge of the cliff, and called to reassure
+me of his presence. He had his arms filled with broken bits of wood
+which were tossed to the sand, and, a moment later, he descended the
+rift in the wall, and paused beside me.
+
+"No sign of anyone up there," he said, and I felt not regretfully.
+"The canoes must have been blown some distance down the coast."
+
+"Were you able to see far?"
+
+"Ay, several leagues, for we are upon a headland, and there is a wide
+sweep of bay below. The shore line is abrupt, and the waves still
+high. Indeed I saw no spot in all that distance where a boat might
+make safe landing. Are you becoming dry?"
+
+"I am at least warm, and already feel much stronger. Would it not be
+best, Monsieur, for us to scale the cliff, and wait our rescuers
+there, where we can keep lookout?"
+
+"If you feel able to climb the rocks, although the passage is not
+difficult. A boat might pass us by here and never be seen, or know of
+our presence, unless we keep up a fire."
+
+I held out my hand to him, and he helped me to my feet. The warmth of
+the sand while it had not entirely dried my clothing, had given me
+fresh vigor, and I stood erect, requiring no assistance. With this
+knowledge a new assurance seemed to take possession of me, and I
+looked about, and smiled.
+
+"I am glad to know you can laugh," he said eagerly. "I have felt that
+our being thus shipwrecked together was not altogether to your
+liking."
+
+"And why?" I asked, pretending surprise. "Being shipwrecked, of
+course, could scarcely appeal to me, but I am surely not ungrateful to
+you for saving my life."
+
+"As to that, I did no more than any man might be expected to do," he
+protested. "But you have avoided me for weeks past, and it can
+scarcely be pleasant now to be alone with me here."
+
+"Avoided you! Rather should I affirm it was your own choice, Monsieur.
+If I recall aright I gave you my confidence once, long ago on the
+Ottawa, and you refused my request of assistance. Since then you have
+scarcely been of our party."
+
+He hesitated, as though doubtful of what he had best say.
+
+"It was never through indifference as to your welfare," he answered at
+last, "but obedience to orders. I am but an employee on this
+expedition."
+
+My eyes met his.
+
+"Did Monsieur Cassion command that you keep in advance?" I asked, "and
+make your night camps beyond those of the main company?"
+
+"Those were his special orders, for which I saw no need, except
+possibly his desire to keep us separated. Yet I did not know his
+reason, nor was it my privilege to ask. Had Monsieur Cassion any
+occasion to distrust me?"
+
+"I know not as to occasion, Monsieur, but he left Quebec disliking you
+because of our conference there, and some words La Barre spoke gave
+him fresh suspicion that you and I were friends, and should be
+watched. I do not altogether blame the man for he learned early that I
+thought little of him, and held it no honor to be his wife. Yet that
+distrust would have died, no doubt, had it not been fanned into flame
+by accident.
+
+"I was kept in his boat, and every instant guarded by either himself,
+or Père Allouez, his faithful servitor, until long after we passed
+Montreal, and entered the wilderness. That day I met you on the bluff
+was the first opportunity I had found to be alone. Your crew were
+beyond the rapids, and Cassion felt there could be no danger in
+yielding me liberty, although, had the _père_ not been ill, 'tis
+doubtful if I had been permitted to disappear alone."
+
+"But he knew naught of our meeting?"
+
+"You mistake, Monsieur. Scarcely had you gone when he appeared, and,
+by chance, noted your footprints, and traced them to where you
+descended the cliff. Of course he had no proof, and I admitted
+nothing, yet he knew the truth, and sought to pledge me not to speak
+with you again."
+
+"And you made such pledge?"
+
+"No; I permitted him to believe that I did, for otherwise there would
+have been an open quarrel. From then until now we have never met."
+
+"No," he burst forth, "but I have been oftentimes nearer you than you
+thought. I could not forget what you said to me at that last meeting,
+or the appeal you made for my assistance. I realize the position you
+are in, Madame, married by force to a man you despise, a wife only in
+name, and endeavoring to protect yourself by wit alone. I could not
+forget all this, nor be indifferent. I have been in your camp at
+night--ay, more than once--dreaming I might be of some aid to you, and
+to assure myself of your safety."
+
+"You have guarded me?"
+
+"As best I could, without arousing the wrath of Monsieur Cassion. You
+are not angry? it was but the duty of a friend."
+
+"No, I am not angry, Monsieur, yet it was not needed. I do not fear
+Cassion, so long as I can protect myself, for if he attempts evil it
+will find some form of treachery. But, Monsieur, later I gave him the
+pledge he asked."
+
+"The pledge! What pledge?"
+
+"That I would neither meet, nor communicate with you until our arrival
+at Fort St. Louis."
+
+My eyes fell before his earnest gaze, and I felt my limbs tremble.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! Why? There was some special cause?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur--listen. Do not believe this is my thought, yet I must
+tell you the truth. Hugo Chevet was found dead, murdered, at St.
+Ignace. 'Twas the morning of our departure, and your boat had already
+gone. Cassion accused you of the crime, as some of the men saw you
+coming from the direction where the body was found late at night, and
+others reported that you two had quarreled the evening before. Cassion
+would have tried you offhand, using his authority as commander of the
+expedition, but promised not to file charges until we reached St.
+Louis, if I made pledge--'twas then I gave him my word."
+
+De Artigny straightened up, the expression on his face one of profound
+astonishment.
+
+"He--he accused me," he asked, "of murder to win your promise?"
+
+"No, Monsieur; he believed the charge true, and I pledged myself to
+assure you a fair trial."
+
+"Then you believed also that I was guilty of the foul crime?"
+
+I caught my breath, yet there was nothing for me to do but give him a
+frank answer.
+
+"I--I have given no testimony, Monsieur," I faltered, "but I--I saw
+you in the moonlight bending over Chevet's dead body."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+WE EXCHANGE CONFIDENCES
+
+
+My eyes fell before his; I could not look into his face, yet I had a
+sense that he was actually glad to hear my words. There was no anger,
+rather happiness and relief in the gray eyes.
+
+"And you actually believed I struck the blow? You thought me capable
+of driving a knife into the man's back to gain revenge?"
+
+"Monsieur, what could I think?" I urged eagerly. "It did not seem
+possible, yet I saw you with my own eyes. You knew of the murder, but
+you made no report, raised no alarm, and in the morning your boat was
+gone before the body was found by others."
+
+"True, yet there was a reason which I can confess to you. You also
+discovered the body that night, yet aroused no alarm. I saw you. Why
+did you remain silent? Was it to protect me from suspicion?"
+
+I bent my head, but failed to find words with which to answer. De
+Artigny scarcely permitted me time.
+
+"That is the truth; your silence tells me it was for my sake you
+remained still. Is it not possible, Adele, that my purpose was the
+same? Listen to me, my girl, and have faith in my words--I am not
+guilty of Hugo Chevet's death. I did not like the man, it is true, and
+we exchanged words in anger while loading the boats, but I never gave
+the matter second thought. That was not the first night of this
+journey that I sought to assure myself of your safety.
+
+"I know Monsieur Cassion, and of what he is capable, and felt that
+some time there would occur between you a struggle--so at every
+camping place, where it was possible, I have watched. It was for that
+purpose I approached the Mission House. I gained glimpse within, and
+saw Cassion asleep on a bench, and knew you had retired to the chamber
+above. I was satisfied, and started to return to the camp. On my way
+back I found Chevet's body at the edge of the wood. I discovered how
+he had been killed--a knife thrust in the back."
+
+"But you made no report; raised no alarm."
+
+"I was confused, unable to decide what was best for me to do. I had no
+business being there. My first impulse was to arouse the Mission
+House; my second to return to camp, and tell the men there. With this
+last purpose in view I entered the wood to descend the hill, but had
+hardly done so when I caught sight of you in the moonlight, and
+remained there hidden, watching your movements with horror. I saw you
+go straight to the body, assure yourself the man was dead; then return
+to the Mission House, and enter your room by way of the kitchen roof.
+Do you realize what your actions naturally meant to me?"
+
+I stared at him, scarcely able to speak, yet in some way my lips
+formed words.
+
+"You--you thought I did it?"
+
+"What else could I think? You were hiding there; you examined the
+body; you crept secretly in through the window, and gave no alarm."
+
+The horror of it all struck me like a blow, and I covered my eyes with
+my hands, no longer able to restrain my sobs. De Artigny caught my
+hands, and uncovered my face.
+
+"Do not break down, little girl," he entreated. "It is better so, for
+now we understand each other. You sought to shield me, and I
+endeavored to protect you. 'Twas a strange misunderstanding, and, but
+for the accident to the canoe, might have had a tragic ending."
+
+"You would never have told?"
+
+"Of seeing you there? of suspecting you? Could you think that
+possible?"
+
+"But you would have been condemned; the evidence was all against
+you."
+
+"Let us not talk of that now," he insisted. "We have come back to a
+faith in each other. You believe my word?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And I yours."
+
+His hand clasp tightened, and there was that in his eyes which
+frightened me.
+
+"No, no, Monsieur," I exclaimed, and drew back quickly. "Do not say
+more, for I am here with you alone, and there will be trouble enough
+when Cassion returns."
+
+"Do I not know that," he said, yet releasing my hands. "Still it
+can surely do no harm for us to understand each other. You care
+nothing for Cassion; you dislike, despise the man, and there is
+naught sacred in your marriage. We are in the wilderness, not
+Quebec, and La Barre has little authority here. You have protected me
+with your silence--was it not because you cared for me?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; you have been my friend."
+
+"Your friend! Is that all?"
+
+"Is that not enough, Monsieur? I like you well; I would save you from
+injustice. You could not respect me if I said more, for I am Monsieur
+Cassion's wife by rite of Holy Church. I do not fear him--he is a
+coward; but I fear dishonor, Monsieur, for I am Adele la Chesnayne. I
+would respect myself, and you."
+
+The light of conquest vanished from the gray eyes. For a moment he
+stood silent and motionless; then he drew a step backward, and bowed.
+
+"Your rebuke is just, Madame," he said soberly.
+
+"We of the frontier grow careless in a land where might is right, and
+I have had small training save in camp and field. I crave your pardon
+for my offense."
+
+So contrite was his expression I had to smile, realizing for the first
+time the depth of his interest in my good will, yet the feeling which
+swayed me was not altogether that of pleasure. He was not one to yield
+so quietly, or to long restrain the words burning his tongue, yet I
+surrendered to my first impulse, and extended my hand.
+
+"There is nothing to pardon, Sieur de Artigny," I said frankly. "There
+is no one to whom I owe more of courtesy than you. I trust you fully,
+and believe your word, and in return I ask the same faith. Under the
+conditions confronting us we must aid each other. We have both made
+mistakes in thus endeavoring to shield one another from suspicion,
+and, as a result, are both equally in peril. Our being alone together
+here will enrage Monsieur Cassion, and he will use all his power for
+revenge. My testimony will only make your case more desperate should I
+confess what I know, and you might cast suspicion upon me--"
+
+"You do not believe I would."
+
+"No, I do not, and yet, perchance, it might be better for us both if I
+made full confession. I hesitate merely because Cassion would doubt my
+word; would conclude that I merely sought to protect you. Before
+others--fair-minded judges at St. Louis--I should have no hesitancy in
+telling the whole story, for there is nothing I did of which I am
+ashamed, but here, where Cassion has full authority, such a confession
+would mean your death."
+
+"He would not dare; I am an officer of the Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"The more reason why he would. I know Monsieur Cassion even better
+than you do. He has conversed with me pretty freely in the boat, and
+made clear his hatred of La Salle, and his desire to do him evil. No
+fear of your chief will ever deter him, for he believes La Barre has
+sufficient power now in this country to compel obedience. I overheard
+the Governor's orders to keep you under close surveillance, and
+Cassion will jump at the chance of finding you guilty of crime. Now my
+broken pledge gives him ample excuse."
+
+"But it was not broken except through necessity," he urged. "He surely
+cannot blame you because I saved your life."
+
+"I doubt if that has slightest weight. All he will care about is our
+being here alone together. That fact will obscure all else in his
+mind."
+
+"He believes then that you feel interest in me?"
+
+"I have never denied it; the fact which rankles, however, is his
+knowledge that I feel no interest whatever in him. But we waste time,
+Monsieur, in fruitless discussion. Our only course is a discovery of
+Hugo Chevet's real murderer. Know you anything to warrant suspicion?"
+
+De Artigny did not answer at once, his eyes looking out on the white
+crested waters of the lake.
+
+"No, Madame," he said at length gravely. "The last time Chevet was
+seen alive, so far as I now know, was when he left the boats in
+company with Monsieur Cassion to return to the Mission House."
+
+"At dusk?"
+
+"It was already quite dark."
+
+"They did not arrive together, and Cassion reported that Chevet had
+remained at the beach in charge of the canoes."
+
+"You saw Cassion when he arrived?"
+
+"Yes, and before; I was at the window, and watched him approach across
+the open space. He was alone, and appeared at ease."
+
+"What did he do, and say, after he entered the house?"
+
+"Absolutely nothing to attract notice; he seemed very weary, and, as
+soon as he had eaten, lay down on the bench, and fell asleep."
+
+"Are you sure he slept?"
+
+"I felt no doubt; there was nothing strange about his actions, but as
+soon as possible I left the room. You surely do not suspect him?"
+
+"He was the last to be seen with Chevet; they left the beach together,
+yet the murdered man failed to appear at the Mission House, and
+Cassion falsely reported him left in charge at the beach."
+
+"But no one could act so indifferent, after just committing such a
+crime. When you looked in through the window what did you see?"
+
+"Only the priests about the table talking, and Cassion seemingly sound
+asleep. Could there be any reason why he should desire the death of
+Chevet?"
+
+"I know of none. My uncle felt bitter over the concealment of my
+fortune, and no doubt the two had exchanged words, but there was no
+open quarrel. Chevet was rough and headstrong, yet he was not killed
+in fight, for the knife thrust was from behind."
+
+"Ay, a coward's blow. Chevet possessed no papers of value?"
+
+I shook my head.
+
+"If so, no mention was ever made to me. But, Monsieur, you are still
+wet, and must be cold in this wind. Why do you not build the fire, and
+dry your clothing?"
+
+"The wind does have an icy feel," he admitted, "but this is a poor
+spot. Up yonder in the wood shadow there is more warmth, and besides
+it affords better outlook for the canoes. Have you strength now to
+climb the bluff?"
+
+"The path did not appear difficult, and it is dreary enough here. I
+will try."
+
+I did not even require his aid, and was at the top nearly as soon as
+he. It was a pleasant spot, a heavy forest growing almost to the edge,
+but with green carpet of grass on which one could rest, and gaze off
+across the wide waste of waters. Yet there was little to attract the
+eyes except the ceaseless roll of the waves, and the curve of the
+coast line, against which the breakers still thundered, casting high
+in air their white spray. It was a wild, desolate scene, a wilderness
+wherever the eyes turned.
+
+I stood silent, gazing to the southward, but there were no canoes
+visible, although the storm had ceased, and the waves were no longer
+high enough to prevent their return. They must have been driven below
+the distant point, and possibly so injured as to make repairs
+necessary. When I finally turned away I found that De Artigny had
+already lighted a fire with flint and steel in a little hollow within
+the forest. He called to me to join him.
+
+"There is nothing to see," he said, "and the warmth is welcome. You
+had no glimpse of the boats?"
+
+"No," I admitted. "Do you really believe they survived?"
+
+"There was no reason why they should not, if properly handled. I have
+controlled canoes in far worse storms. They are doubtless safely
+ashore beyond the point yonder."
+
+"And will return seeking us?"
+
+"Seeking you, at least. Cassion will learn what occurred, and
+certainly will never depart without seeking to discover if you are
+alive. The thought that you may be with me will only serve to spur him
+to quicker action. My fear is he may be delayed by some accident, and
+we might suffer from lack of food."
+
+"I had not thought how helpless we were."
+
+"Oh, we are not desperate," and he laughed, getting up from his knees.
+"You forget I am bred to this life, and have been alone in the
+wilderness without arms before. The woods are full of game, and it is
+not difficult to construct traps, and the waters are filled with fish
+which I will devise some means of catching. You are not afraid to be
+left alone?"
+
+"No," in surprise. "Where are you going?"
+
+"To learn more of our surroundings, and arrange some traps for wild
+game. I will not be away long but someone should remain here to signal
+any canoe returning in search."
+
+I watched him disappear among the trees, without regret, or slightest
+sense of fear at thus being left alone. The fire burned brightly, and
+I rested where the grateful warmth put new life into my body. The
+silence was profound, depressing, and a sense of intense loneliness
+stole over me. I felt a desire to get away from the gloom of the
+woods, and climbed the bank to where I could look out once more across
+the waters.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+I CHOOSE MY DUTY
+
+
+The view outspread before me revealed nothing new; the same dread
+waste of water extended to the horizon, while down the shore no
+movement was visible. As I rested there, oppressed by the loneliness,
+I felt little hope that the others of our party had escaped without
+disaster.
+
+De Artigny's words of cheer had been spoken merely to encourage me, to
+make me less despondent. Deep down in his heart the man doubted the
+possibility of those frail canoes withstanding the violence of the
+storm. It was this thought which had made him so anxious to secure
+food, for, if the others survived, and would return seeking us, as he
+asserted, surely they would appear before nightfall, and there would
+be no necessity for our snaring wild game in order to preserve life.
+
+De Artigny did not believe his own words; I even suspicioned that he
+had gone now alone to explore the shore-line; seeking to discover the
+truth, and the real fate of our companions. At first this conception
+of our situation startled me, and yet, strange as it may seem, my
+realization brought no deep regret. I was conscious of a feeling of
+freedom, of liberty, such as had not been mine since we departed from
+Quebec. I was no longer watched, spied upon, my every movement
+ordered, my speech criticized. More, I was delivered from the hated
+presence of Cassion, ever reminding me that I was his wife, and
+continually threatening to exercise his authority. Ay, and I was with
+De Artigny, alone with him, and the joy of this was so deep that I
+came to a sudden realization of the truth--I loved him.
+
+In a way I must have known this before, yet, not until that moment,
+did the fact dawn upon me in full acknowledgement. I sank my head on
+my hands, my breath quickened by surprise, by shame, and felt my
+cheeks burn. I loved him, and believed he loved me. I knew then that
+all the happiness of life centered in this one fact; while between us
+arose the shadow of Cassion, my husband. True I loved him not; true I
+was to him wife only in name; true our marriage was a thing of shame,
+yet no less a fact, no less a barrier. I was a La Chesnayne to whom
+honor was a religion; a Catholic bowing humbly to the vow of Holy
+Church; a Frenchwoman taught that marriage was a sacred rite.
+
+The knowledge of my love for De Artigny brought me more fear than
+pleasure. I dare not dream, or hope; I must escape his presence while
+I retained moral strength to resist temptation. I got to my feet, not
+knowing what I could do, yet with a wild conception of returning to
+the beach, and seeking to find a passage southward. I would go now
+along the shore, before De Artigny came back, and meet those returning
+canoes. In such action lay my only safety--he would find me gone,
+would trace me along the sand, yet before I could be caught, I would
+have met the others, and thus escape the peril of being alone with him
+again.
+
+Even as I reached this decision, something arose in my throat and
+choked me, for my eyes saw just outside the curve of the shore-line, a
+canoe emerge from the shadows of the bluff. I cannot picture the
+reaction, the sudden shrinking fear which, in that instant, mastered
+me. They were coming, seeking me; coming to drag me back into slavery;
+coming to denounce De Artigny of crime, and demand his life.
+
+I know not which thought dominated me--my own case, or his; but I
+realized instantly what course Cassion would pursue. His hatred of De
+Artigny would be fanned into flame by discovery that we were alone
+together. He possessed the power, the authority to put this man
+forever out of his way. To save him there remained but one possible
+plan--he must reach Fort St. Louis, and friends before Cassion could
+bring him to trial. It was in my power to permit his escape from
+discovery, mine alone. If I did otherwise I should be his murderer.
+
+I sank down out of sight, yet my decision was made in an instant. It
+did not seem to me then as though any other course could be taken.
+That De Artigny was innocent I had no doubt. I loved him, this I no
+longer denied to myself; and I could not possibly betray the man to
+the mad vengeance of Cassion. I peered forth, across the ridge of
+earth concealing me from observation, at the distant canoe. It was too
+far away for me to be certain of its occupants, yet I assured myself
+that Indians were at the paddles, while three others, whose dress
+designated them as whites, occupied places in the boat. The craft kept
+close to the shore, evidently searching for any sign of the lost
+canoe, and the man in the stern stood up, pointing, and evidently
+giving orders. There was that about the fellow's movements to convince
+me he must be Cassion, and the very sight of him strengthened my
+resolve.
+
+I turned, and ran down the bank to where the fire yet glowed dully in
+the hollow, emitting a faint spiral of blue smoke, dug dirt up with my
+hands, and covered the coals, until they were completely extinguished.
+Then I crept back to the bluff summit, and lay down to watch.
+
+The canoe rounded the curve in the shore, and headed straight across
+toward where I rested in concealment. Their course would keep them too
+far away from the little strip of sand on which we had landed to
+observe the imprint of our feet, or the pile of wood De Artigny had
+flung down. I observed this with an intense feeling of relief, as I
+peered cautiously out from my covert.
+
+I could see now clearly the faces of those in the canoe--the dark,
+expressionless countenances of the Indians, and the three white men,
+all gazing intently at the shore line, as they swept past, a soldier
+in the bow, and Père Allouez and Cassion at the stern, the latter
+standing, gripping the steering paddle. The sound of his rasping,
+disagreeable voice reached me first.
+
+"This is the spot," he exclaimed, pointing. "I saw that headland just
+before the storm struck. But there is no wreck here, no sign of
+landing. What is your judgment, Père?"
+
+"That further search is useless, Monsieur," answered the priest. "We
+have covered the entire coast, and found no sign of any survivor; no
+doubt they were all lost."
+
+"'Tis likely true, for there was small hope for any swimmer in such a
+sea." Cassion's eyes turned to the others in the boat. "And you,
+Descartes, you were in the canoe with the Sieur de Artigny, tell us
+again what happened, and if this be not the place."
+
+The soldier in the bow lifted his head.
+
+"I know little of the place, Monsieur," he answered gruffly, "though
+it would seem as if I recalled the forked tree yonder, showing through
+a rift in the fog. All I know is that one of the paddles broke in the
+sergeant's canoe, and over they went into the water. 'Twas as quick as
+that," and he snapped his fingers, "and then a head or two bobbed up,
+but the canoe swept over them, and down they went again. Sieur de
+Artigny held our steering paddle, and, in an instant, he swung us that
+way, and there was the lady struggling. I reached out and touched her,
+but lost hold, and then the Sieur de Artigny leaped overboard, and the
+storm whirled us off into the fog. I saw no more."
+
+"You do not know that he reached her?"
+
+"No, Monsieur; the lady sank when I lost my grip; I do not even know
+if she came up again."
+
+Cassion stood motionless, staring intently at the bluff. I almost
+thought he must have seen me, but there was no outcry, and finally he
+seated himself.
+
+"Go on, round the long point yonder, and if there is no sign there we
+will return," he said grimly. "'Tis my thought they were all drowned,
+and there is no need of our seeking longer. Pull on boys, and let us
+finish the job."
+
+They rounded the point, the Père talking earnestly, but the canoe so
+far away I could not overhear his words. Cassion paid small heed to
+what he urged, but, at last, angrily bade him be still, and, after a
+glance into the narrow basin beyond, swung the bow of the canoe about,
+and headed it southward, the return course further off shore. The
+Indians paddled with renewed energy, and, in a few moments, they were
+so far away their faces were indistinguishable, and I ventured to sit
+on the bank, my gaze still on the vanishing canoe.
+
+So intent was I that I heard no sound of approaching footsteps, and
+knew nothing of De Artigny's presence until he spoke.
+
+"What is that yonder--a canoe?"
+
+I started, shrinking back, suddenly realizing what I had done, and the
+construction he might place upon my action.
+
+"Yes," I answered faintly, "it--it is a canoe."
+
+"But it is headed south; it is going away," he paused, gazing into my
+face. "Did it not come this far?"
+
+I hesitated; he had furnished me with an excuse, a reason. I could
+permit him to believe the boat had not approached close enough to be
+signaled. It was, for an instant, a temptation, yet as I looked into
+his eyes I could not tell the lie. More, I felt the uselessness of any
+such attempt to deceive; he would discover the fire extinguished by
+dirt thrown on it, and thus learn the truth. Far better that I confess
+frankly, and justify my action.
+
+"The canoe came here," I faltered, my voice betraying me. "It went
+around the point yonder, and then returned."
+
+"And you made no signal? You let them go, believing us dead?"
+
+I could not look at him, and I felt my cheeks burn with shame.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; but listen. No, do not touch me. Perhaps it was all
+wrong, yet I thought it right. I lay here, hidden from view, and
+watched them; I extinguished the fire so they could not see the smoke.
+They came so near I could hear their voices, and distinguish their
+words, yet I let them pass."
+
+"Who were in the canoe?"
+
+"Besides the Indians, Cassion, Père Allouez, and the soldier
+Descartes."
+
+"He was with me."
+
+"So I learned from his tale; 'twas he who sought to lift me from the
+water, and failed. Do you realize, Monsieur, why I chose to remain
+unseen? Why I have done what must seem an unwomanly act?"
+
+He was still gazing after the canoe, now a mere speck amid the waste
+of waters, but turned and looked into my face.
+
+"No, Madame, yet I cannot deem your reason an unworthy one--yet wait;
+could it be fear for my life?"
+
+"It was that, and that only, Monsieur. The truth came to me in a flash
+when I first perceived the canoe approaching yonder. I felt that hate
+rather than love urged Cassion to make search for us. He knew of your
+attempt at rescue, and if he found us here together alone, he would
+care for nothing save revenge. He has the power, the authority to
+condemn you, and have you shot. I saw no way to preserve your life,
+but to keep you out of his grip, until you were with your friends at
+Fort St. Louis."
+
+"You sacrificed yourself for me?"
+
+"'Tis no more than you did when you leaped from the canoe."
+
+"_Pah_, that was a man's work; but now you risk more than life; you
+peril reputation--"
+
+"No, Monsieur; no more, at least, than it was already imperiled.
+Cassion need never know that I saw his searching party, and surely no
+one can justly blame me for being rescued from death. One does not
+ask, in such a moment, who the rescuer is. I feel I have chosen right,
+Monsieur, and yet I must trust you to never cause me to regret that I
+am the wife of Monsieur Cassion."
+
+To my surprise his face brightened, his eyes smiling, as he bowed low
+before me.
+
+"Your confidence shall not be betrayed, Madame," he said gallantly. "I
+pledge you my discretion whatever circumstances may arise. There is no
+cur in the De Artigny strain, and I fight my own battles. Some day I
+shall be face to face with Francois Cassion, and if then I fail to
+strike home it will be memory of your faith which restrains my hand.
+And now I rejoice that I can make your sacrifice less grievous."
+
+"In what way, Monsieur?"
+
+"In that we are no longer entirely alone in our wilderness adventure.
+I have fortunately brought back with me a comrade, whose presence will
+rob Cassion of some sharpness of tongue. Shall we go meet him?"
+
+"Meet him! a man, you mean? One rescued from the canoe?"
+
+"No, but more likely to serve us a good turn--a soldier under Monsieur
+de la Durantaye, who has camp below at the portage to the Des Plaines.
+Out yonder I ran onto him, bearing some message from Green Bay--an odd
+fellow, but with a gun at his shoulder, and a tongue with which to
+tell the truth on occasion. Come, Madame, there is naught now you need
+to fear."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI
+
+WE DECIDE OUR COURSE
+
+
+With a feeling of relief in my heart, a sense that my reputation was
+safe, and that the good God had set the seal of His approval on the
+choice made, I accepted De Artigny's outstretched hand, and permitted
+him to assist me down the bank. The new arrival was just within the
+edge of the forest, bending over a freshly kindled fire, barely
+commencing to blaze, and beside him on the grass lay a wild fowl,
+already plucked of its feathers. So intent was the fellow at his task,
+he did not even lift his head until my companion hailed him.
+
+"Barbeau, here is the lady of whom I spoke--the wife of Monsieur
+Cassion."
+
+He stood up, and made me a salute as though I were an officer, as odd
+a looking little man as ever I had seen, with a small, peaked face, a
+mop of black hair, and a pair of shrewd, humorous eyes. His dress was
+that of a _courier du bois_, with no trace of uniform save the blue
+forage cap gripped in one hand, yet he stood stiff as if on parade. In
+spite of his strange, uncouth appearance there was that in his face
+which won my favor, and I held out my hand.
+
+"You are a soldier of France, Monsieur de Artigny tells me."
+
+"Yes, Madame, of the Regiment Carignan-Salliers," he answered.
+
+"I wonder have you served long? My father was an officer in that
+command--Captain la Chesnayne."
+
+The expression on the man's face changed magically.
+
+"You the daughter of Captain la Chesnayne," he exclaimed, the words
+bursting forth uncontrolled, "and married to Cassion! how can this
+be?"
+
+"You knew him then--my father?"
+
+"Ay, Madame; I was with him at the Richelieu, at the village of the
+Mohawks; and at Bois le Blanc, where he died. I am Jacques Barbeau, a
+soldier for twenty years; did he not speak to you of me?"
+
+"I was but a girl when he was killed, and we seldom met, for he was
+usually on campaign. Yet what do you mean by thus expressing surprise
+at my marriage to Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+He hesitated, evidently regretting his impulsive speech, and glancing
+from my face into the stern eyes of De Artigny.
+
+"Monsieur, Madame, I spoke hastily; it was not my place."
+
+"That may be true, Barbeau," replied the Sieur grimly, "yet the words
+have been said, and the lady has a right to have them explained. Was
+there quarrel between her father and this Francois Cassion?"
+
+"Ay, there was, and bitter, although I know nothing as to the cause.
+Cassion, and La Barre--he whom I now hear is Governor of New
+France--were alike opposed to Captain la Chesnayne, and but for
+reports they made he would have been the colonel. He struck Cassion in
+the mess tent, and they were to fight the very morning the Iroquois
+met us at Bois le Blanc. 'Twas the talk of the men that the captain
+was shot from behind."
+
+"By Cassion?"
+
+"That I cannot say; yet the bullet entered behind the ear, for I was
+first to reach him, and he had no other enemy in the Regiment
+Carignan-Salliers. The feeling against M. Cassion was so strong that
+he resigned in a few months. You never heard this?"
+
+I could not answer, but stood silent with bowed head. I felt De
+Artigny place his hand on my shoulder.
+
+"The lady did not know," he said gravely, as though he felt the
+necessity of an explanation. "She was at school in a convent at
+Quebec, and no rumor reached her. She is thankful to you for what you
+have said, Barbeau, and can trust you as her father's friend and
+comrade. May I tell him the truth, Madame? The man may have other
+information of value."
+
+I looked at the soldier, and his eyes were grave and honest.
+
+"Yes," I answered, "it can do no harm."
+
+De Artigny's hand was still on my shoulder, but his glance did not
+seek my face.
+
+"There is some low trick here, Barbeau," he began soberly, "but the
+details are not clear. Madame has trusted me as a friend, and confided
+all she knows, and I will tell the facts to you as I understand them.
+False reports were made to France regarding Captain la Chesnayne. We
+have not learned what they were, or who made them, but they were so
+serious that Louis, by royal decree, issued order that his estates
+revert to the crown. Later La Chesnayne's friends got the ear of the
+King, no doubt through Frontenac, ever loyal to him, and by royal
+order the estates were restored to his ownership. This order of
+restoration reached Quebec soon after La Barre was appointed Governor,
+and was never made public. It was suppressed by someone, and La
+Chesnayne was killed three months later, without knowing that he had
+won the favor of the King."
+
+"But Cassion knew; he was ever hand in glove with La Barre."
+
+"We have cause to suspect so, and now, after listening to your tale,
+to believe that Captain la Chesnayne's death was part of a carefully
+formed plot. By accident the lady here learned of the conspiracy,
+through overhearing a conversation, but was discovered by La Barre
+hiding behind the curtains of his office. To keep her quiet she was
+forced into marriage with Francois Cassion, and bidden to accompany
+him on this journey to Fort St. Louis."
+
+"I see," commented Barbeau shrewdly. "Such marriage would place the
+property in their control by law. Had Cassion sought marriage
+previously?"
+
+His eyes were upon me as he asked the question, and I answered him
+frankly.
+
+"He visited often at the home of my Uncle, Hugo Chevet, and, while he
+never spoke to me directly of marriage, I was told he desired me for
+his wife and at the palace he so presented me to Monsieur La Barre."
+
+"On pledge of Chevet, no doubt. Your uncle knew of your fortune?"
+
+"No; he supposed me penniless; he thought it a great honor done me by
+the favorite of the Governor's. 'Twas my belief he expected some
+reward for persuading me to accept the offer."
+
+"And this Chevet--what became of him?"
+
+"He accompanied us on the journey, also upon order of Monsieur la
+Barre, who, no doubt, thought he would be safer in the wilderness than
+in Quebec. He was murdered at St. Ignace."
+
+"Murdered?"
+
+"Ay, struck down from behind with a knife. No one knows who did it,
+but Cassion has charged the crime against Sieur de Artigny, and
+circumstances are such he will find it difficult to prove his
+innocence."
+
+The soldier stood silent, evidently reviewing in his mind all that had
+been told him, his eyes narrowed into slits as he gazed thoughtfully
+at us both.
+
+"_Bah_," he exclaimed at last, "the riddle is not so hard to read,
+although, no doubt the trick has been well played. I know Governor La
+Barre, and this Francois Cassion, for I have served under both, while
+Monsieur la Chesnayne was my Captain, and friend. I was not always a
+soldier, Madame, and once I sought holy orders, but the flesh was
+weak. However, the experiment gave me education, and led to
+comradeship with those above me in station--discipline in the
+wilderness is not rigid. Many a night at the campfire have I talked
+with my captain. And I have heard before of this Sieur de Artigny, and
+of how loyally he has served M. de la Salle. Monsieur de Tonty told
+the tale to M. de la Durantaye, mayhap a month ago, and I overheard.
+So I possess faith in him as a gallant man, and have desire to serve
+you both. May I tell you what, in my judgment, seems best for you to
+do?"
+
+I glanced at De Artigny, and his eyes gave me courage.
+
+"Monsieur, you are a French soldier," I answered, "an educated man
+also, and my father's friend. I will listen gladly."
+
+His eyes smiled, and he swept the earth with his cap.
+
+"Then my plan is this--leave Monsieur Cassion to go his way, and let
+me be your guide southward. I know the trails, and the journey is not
+difficult. M. de la Durantaye is camped at the portage of the Des
+Plaines, having but a handful of men to be sure, yet he is a gallant
+officer, and no enemy to La Salle, although he serves the Governor. He
+will see justice done, and give you both safe convoy to Fort St.
+Louis, where De Tonty knows how to protect his officers. Faith! I
+would like to see Francois Cassion try to browbeat that one armed
+Italian--'twould be one time he would meet his match."
+
+De Artigny laughed.
+
+"Ay, you are right there, my friend. I have felt the iron-hook, and
+witnessed how he wins his way with white and red. Yet he is no longer
+in command at Fort St. Louis; I bring him orders now from Sieur de la
+Salle bidding him not to interfere with the Governor's lieutenants.
+'Tis the Chevalier De Baugis with whom we must reckon."
+
+"True, he has control, and men enough, with Cassion's party, to
+enforce his order. And he is a hothead, conceited, and holding himself
+a bit better than others, because he bears commission in the King's
+Dragoons. 'Tis said that he and De Tonty have had many a stiff quarrel
+since he came; but he dare not go too far. There are good men there
+ready to draw sword if it ever come to blows--De Tonty, Boisrondet,
+L'Espirance, De Marle, and the Algonquins camped on the plain below.
+They would be tigers if the Italian spoke the word; while I doubt not
+M. de la Durantaye would throw his influence on the side of mercy; he
+has small love for the Captain of Dragoons."
+
+I spoke quickly, and before De Artigny could voice decision.
+
+"We will accept your guidance, Monsieur. It is the best choice, and
+now the only one, for the time is past when we can expect the return
+of the canoes. Can we not at once begin the journey?"
+
+It was an hour later, after we had eaten, that we left the bluff, and
+turned westward into the great woods. Barbeau led the way, moving
+along the bank of a small stream, and I followed, with De Artigny
+close behind. As we had nothing to carry, except the soldier's rifle
+and blanket, we made rapid progress, and in less than half an hour, we
+came to the Indian trail, which led southward from Green Bay to the
+head waters of the Des Plaines. It was so faint and dim, a mere trace
+through forest depths, that I would have passed it by unseen, but both
+my companions were woodsmen, and there was no sign their trained eyes
+overlooked.
+
+Once in the trail, however, there was no difficulty in following it,
+although it twisted here and there, in the avoiding of obstacles, ever
+seeking the easier route. Barbeau had passed this way before, and
+recalled many a land-mark, occasionally turning, and pointing out to
+us certain peculiarities he had observed on his journey north. Once he
+held us motionless while he crept aside, through an intervening fringe
+of trees to the shore of a small lake, coming back with two fine ducks
+dangling from his shoulder.
+
+Before dark we halted in a little opening, the grass green underfoot,
+and a bank of trees all about, and made night camp. There was water
+near at hand, and the fire quickly built gave cheer to the scene, as
+the men prepared supper. The adventures of the day had wearied me, and
+I was very content to lie on Barbeau's blanket, and watch them work.
+While the soldier cooked, De Artigny swiftly erected a shelter of
+boughs, within which I was to pass the night. After we had eaten, I
+retired at once, yet for a long time could not sleep, but lay looking
+out at the two men seated before the fire smoking. I could hear their
+voices, and scraps of conversation--De Artigny telling the tale of the
+exploration of the great river to its mouth in the salt sea, and
+Barbeau relating many a strange adventure in the wilderness. It was a
+scene long to be remembered--the black shadows all about, the silence
+of the great woods, the sense of loneliness, the red and yellow flames
+of the fire, and the two men telling tales of wild adventure amid the
+unknown.
+
+At last they grew weary also, and lay down, pillowed their heads on
+their arms, and rested motionless. My own eyes grew heavy, and I fell
+asleep.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+
+WE MEET WITH DANGER
+
+
+It was late in the afternoon of the second day when we arrived at the
+forks of the Chicago river. There was a drizzle of rain in the air,
+and never saw I a more desolate spot; a bare, dreary plain, and away
+to the eastward a glimpse of the lake.
+
+A hut of logs, a mere shack scarcely fit for shelter, stood on a
+slight eminence, giving wide view in every direction, but it was
+unoccupied, the door ajar. Barbeau, in advance, stared at it in
+surprise, gave utterance to an oath, and ran forward to peer within.
+Close behind him I caught a glimpse of the interior, my own heart
+heavy with disappointment.
+
+If this miserable place had been the headquarters of M. de la
+Durantaye, evidently it was so no longer. Not a vestige of occupancy
+remained, save a rotten blanket on the floor, and a broken bench in
+one corner. Rude bunks lined two walls, and a table hewed from a log
+stood in the center of the dirt floor. On this was a paper pinned to
+the wood by a broken knife blade. Barbeau grasped it, and read the
+writing, handing it back to me. It was a scrawl of a few words, yet
+told the whole story.
+
+  "Francois Cassion, under commission of Governor la Barre, arrived
+  with party of soldiers and Indians. At his orders we accompany the
+  force to Fort St. Louis.
+
+                                                  "De la Durantaye."
+
+"Perhaps it is as well," commented De Artigny lightly. "At least as
+far as my good health goes; but 'tis like to make a hard journey for
+you, Madame."
+
+"Is it far yet until we attain the fort?"
+
+"A matter of twenty-five leagues; of no moment had we a boat in which
+to float down stream, but the trail, as I remember, is rough."
+
+"Perchance there may be a boat," interrupted Barbeau. "There was the
+wreck of an Indian canoe a mile below here on the Des Plaines, not so
+damaged as to be beyond repair, and here is a hatchet which we will
+find useful." He stooped and picked it up from under the bench. "One
+thing is certain--'tis useless to remain here; they have left the
+place as bare as a desert. 'Tis my choice that we make the Des Plaines
+before dark."
+
+"And mine also; are you too greatly wearied, Madame?"
+
+"I? Oh, no! to escape this desolate place I will go gladly. Have men
+really lived here?"
+
+"Ay, more than once," replied De Artigny. "'Tis said the _engagés_ of
+Père Marquette built this hut, and that it sheltered him an entire
+winter. Twice I have been here before, once for weeks, waiting the
+arrival of the _Griffin_, alone with Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"The _Griffin_?"
+
+"The ship which was to bring us provisions and men. 'Twas a year later
+we learned that she went down in the sea, with all aboard. How long
+was M. de la Durantaye on station here?" he turned to Barbeau.
+
+"'Tis three months since we came from St. Ignace--a dreary time
+enough, and for what purpose I could never guess. In that time all we
+have seen has been Indian hunters. I cannot bear to remain even for
+another night. Are we ready, Madame? Shall we go?"
+
+The Des Plaines was a narrow stream, flowing quietly through prairie
+land, although bordered along its shores by a thin fringe of trees. We
+moved down along its eastern bank for perhaps a half league, when we
+came to the edge of a swamp and made camp. De Artigny built a fire,
+and prepared my tent of boughs, while Barbeau waded out around a point
+in search of the wrecked canoe. He came back just at dusk towing it
+behind him through the shallow water, and the two men managed to drag
+it far enough up the bank to enable the water to drain out. Later,
+aided by a flaming torch, we looked it over, and decided the canoe
+could be made to float again. It required two days' work, however,
+before we ventured to trust ourselves to its safety.
+
+But the dawn of the third day saw us afloat on the sluggish current,
+the two men plying improvised paddles to increase our speed, while I
+busied myself in keeping the frail craft free from water by constant
+use of a tin cup. This oozed in through numerous ill-fitting seams,
+but not fast enough to swamp us in midstream, although the amount
+gained steadily on me in spite of every effort, and we occasionally
+had to make shore to free us of the encumbrance.
+
+Yet this voyage south along the Des Plaines was far from unpleasant,
+despite the labor involved and the discomfort of the leaking canoe.
+The men were full of cheer and hope, some of it possibly assumed to
+strengthen my courage, but no less effective--Barbeau telling many an
+anecdote of his long service in strange places, exhibiting a sense of
+humor which kept us in continuous laughter. He was, indeed, a typical
+adventurer, gay and debonair in presence of peril, and apparently
+without a care in the world. De Artigny caught something of the
+fellow's spirit, being young enough himself to love excitement, and
+related in turn, to the music of the splashing paddles, numerous
+incidents of his wild exploits with La Salle and De Tonty along the
+great rivers of the West.
+
+It all interested me, these glimpses of rough forest life, and I
+questioned them both eagerly, learning many a truth the histories fail
+to tell. Particularly did I listen breathlessly to the story of their
+adventurous first voyage along the Illinois, following the trail of
+raiding Iroquois, amid scenes of death and destruction. The very
+horrors pictured fascinated me even, although the grim reality was
+completely beyond my power of imagination.
+
+'Twas thus we passed the hours of daylight, struggling with the
+current, forcing our way past obstacles, seeking the shore to drain
+off water, every moment bringing to us a new vista, and a new peril,
+yet ever encouraged by memory of those who had toiled along this
+stream before us. At night, under the stars and beside the blaze of
+campfire, Barbeau sang rollicking soldier songs, and occasionally De
+Artigny joined him in the choruses. To all appearances we were
+absolutely alone in the desolation of the wilderness. Not once in all
+that distance did we perceive sign of human life, nor had we cause to
+feel the slightest uneasiness regarding savage enemies.
+
+Both men believed there was peace in the valley, except for the
+jealousy between the white factions at Fort St. Louis, and that the
+various Algonquin tribes were living quietly in their villages under
+protection of the Rock. De Artigny described what a wonderful sight it
+was, looking down from the high palisades to the broad meadows below,
+covered with tepees, and alive with peaceful Indians. He named the
+tribes which had gathered there for protection, trusting in La Salle,
+and believing De Tonty their friend--Illini, Shawnees, Abenakies,
+Miamis, Mohegans--at one time reaching a total of twenty thousand
+souls. There they camped, guarded by the great fort towering above
+them, on the same sacred spot where years before the Jesuit Marquette
+had preached to them the gospel of the Christ. So we had no fear of
+savages, and rested in peace at our night camps, singing aloud, and
+sleeping without guard. Every day Barbeau went ashore for an hour,
+with his rifle, tramping along beside us through the shadowing forest
+screen, seeking game, and always coming back with plenty. We would
+hear the sharp report of his gun breaking the silence, and turn the
+prow of our canoe shoreward and pick him up again.
+
+Owing to the leaking of our canoe, and many difficulties experienced,
+we were three days in reaching the spot where the Illinois and the Fox
+rivers joined their waters, and swept forward in one broad stream. The
+time of our arrival at this spot was early in the afternoon, and, as
+De Artigny said Fort St. Louis was situated scarce ten miles below,
+our long journey seemed nearly ended. We anticipated reaching there
+before night, and, in spite of my fear of the reception awaiting us,
+my heart was light with hope and expectation.
+
+I was but a girl in years, excitement was still to me a delight, and I
+had listened to so many tales, romantic, wonderful, of this wilderness
+fortress, perched upon a rock, that my vivid imagination had weaved
+about it an atmosphere of marvel. The beauty of the view from its
+palisades, the vast concourse of Indians encamped on the plains below,
+and those men guarding its safety--the faithful comrades of La Salle
+in explorations of the unknown, De Tonty, Boisrondet, and all the
+others, had long since become to my mind the incarnation of romantic
+adventure. Wilderness born, I could comprehend and appreciate their
+toils and dangers, and my dreams centered about this great, lonely
+rock on which they had established a home. But the end was not yet.
+Just below the confluence of the rivers there was a village of the
+Tamaroas, and the prow of our canoe touched the bank, while De Artigny
+stepped ashore amid a tangle of low-growing bushes, that he might have
+speech with some of the warriors, and thus learn conditions at the
+fort. With his foot on the bank, he turned laughing, and held out his
+hand to me.
+
+"Come, Madame," he said pleasantly, "you have never seen a village of
+our western tribes; it will interest you."
+
+I joined him gladly, my limbs feeling awkward under me, from long
+cramping in the boat, yet the climb was not difficult, and he held
+back the boughs to give me easy passage. Beyond the fringe of brush
+there was an open space, but as we reached this, both paused, stricken
+dumb by horror at the sight which met our view. The ground before us
+was strewn with dead, and mutilated bodies, and was black with ashes
+where the tepees had been burned, and their contents scattered
+broadcast.
+
+Never before had I seen such view of devastation, of relentless,
+savage cruelty, and I gave utterance to a sudden sob, and shrank back
+against De Artigny's arm, hiding my eyes with my hand. He stood and
+stared, motionless, breathing heavily, unconsciously gripping my arm.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_!" he burst forth, at last. "What meaneth this? Are the
+wolves again loose in the valley?"
+
+He drew me back, until we were both concealed behind a fringe of
+leaves, his whole manner alert, every instinct of the woodsman
+instantly awakened.
+
+"Remain here hidden," he whispered, "until I learn the truth; we may
+face grave peril below."
+
+He left me trembling, and white-lipped, yet I made no effort to
+restrain him. The horror of those dead bodies gripped me, but I would
+not have him know the terror which held me captive. With utmost
+caution he crept forth, and I lay in the shadow of the covert,
+watching his movements. Body after body he approached seeking some
+victim alive, and able to tell the story. But there was none. At last
+he stood erect, satisfied that none beside the dead were on that awful
+spot, and came back to me.
+
+"Not one lives," he said soberly, "and there are men, women and
+children there. The story is one easily told--an attack at daylight
+from the woods yonder. There has been no fighting; a massacre of the
+helpless and unarmed."
+
+"But who did such deed of blood?"
+
+"'Tis the work of the Iroquois; the way they scalped tells that, and
+besides I saw other signs."
+
+"The Iroquois," I echoed incredulous, for that name was the terror of
+my childhood. "How came these savages so far to the westward?"
+
+"Their war parties range to the great river," he answered. "We
+followed their bloody trail when first we came to this valley. It was
+to gain protection from these raiders that the Algonquins gathered
+about the fort. We fought the fiends twice, and drove them back, yet
+now they are here again. Come, Adele, we must return to the canoe, and
+consult with Barbeau. He has seen much of Indian war."
+
+The canoe rode close in under the bank, Barbeau holding it with grasp
+on a great root. He must have read in our faces some message of alarm,
+for he exclaimed before either of us could speak.
+
+"What is it?--the Iroquois?"
+
+"Yes; why did you guess that?"
+
+"I have seen signs for an hour past which made me fear this might be
+true. That was why I held the boat so close to the bank. The village
+has been attacked?"
+
+"Ay, surprised, and massacred; the ground is covered with the dead,
+and the tepees are burned. Madame is half crazed with the shock."
+
+Barbeau took no heed, his eyes scarce glancing at me, so eager was he
+to learn details.
+
+"The fiends were in force then?"
+
+"Their moccasin tracks were everywhere. I could not be sure where they
+entered the village, but they left by way of the Fox. I counted on the
+sand the imprint of ten canoes."
+
+"Deep and broad?"
+
+"Ay, war boats; 'tis likely some of them would hold twenty warriors;
+the beasts are here in force."
+
+It was all so still, so peaceful about us that I felt dazed, incapable
+of comprehending our great danger. The river swept past, its waters
+murmuring gently, and the wooded banks were cool and green. Not a
+sound awoke the echoes, and the horror I had just witnessed seemed
+almost a dream.
+
+"Where are they now?" I questioned faintly. "Have they gone back to
+their own country?"
+
+"Small hope of that," answered De Artigny, "or we would have met with
+them before this, or other signs of their passage. They are below,
+either at the fort, or planning attack on the Indian villages beyond.
+What think you, Barbeau?"
+
+"I have never been here," he said slowly, "so cannot tell what chance
+the red devils might have against the white men at St. Louis. But they
+are below us on the river, no doubt of that, and engaged in some hell
+act. I know the Iroquois, and how they conduct war. 'Twill be well for
+us to think it all out with care before we venture farther. Come, De
+Artigny, tell me what you know--is the fort one to be defended against
+Iroquois raiders?"
+
+"'Tis strong; built on a high rock, and approachable only at the rear.
+Given time they might starve the garrison, or drive them mad with
+thirst, for I doubt if there be men enough there to make sortie
+against a large war party."
+
+"But the Indian allies--the Algonquins?"
+
+"One war whoop of an Iroquois would scatter them like sheep. They are
+no fighters, save under white leadership, and 'tis likely enough their
+villages are already like this one yonder, scenes of horror. I have
+seen all this before, Barbeau, and this is no mere raid of a few
+scattered warriors, seeking adventure and scalps; 'tis an organized
+war party. The Iroquois have learned of the trouble in New France, of
+La Salle's absence from this valley; they know of the few fighting men
+at the Rock, and that De Tonty is no longer in command. They are here
+to sweep the French out of this Illinois country, and have given no
+warning. They surprised the Indian villages first, killed every
+Algonquin they could find, and are now besieging the Rock. And what
+have they to oppose them? More than they thought, no doubt, for
+Cassion and De la Durantaye must have reached there safely, yet at the
+best, the white defenders will scarcely number fifty men, and
+quarreling among themselves like mad dogs. There is but one thing for
+us to do, Barbeau--reach the fort."
+
+"Ay, but how? There will be death now, haunting us every foot of the
+way."
+
+De Artigny turned his head, and his eyes met mine questioningly.
+
+"There is a passage I know," he said gravely, "below the south banks
+yonder, but there will be peril in it--a peril to which I dread to
+expose the lady."
+
+I stood erect, no longer paralyzed by fear, realizing my duty.
+
+"Do not hesitate because of me, Monsieur," I said calmly. "French
+women have always done their part, and I shall not fail. Explain to us
+your plan."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII
+
+THE WORDS OF LOVE
+
+
+His eyes brightened, and his hand sought mine.
+
+"The spirit of the old days; the words of a soldier's daughter, hey,
+Barbeau?"
+
+"A La Chesnayne could make no other choice," he answered loyally. "But
+we have no time to waste here in compliment. You know a safe passage,
+you say?"
+
+"Not a safe one, yet a trail which may still remain open, for it is
+known to but few. Let us aboard, and cross to the opposite shore,
+where we will hide the canoe, and make our way through the forest.
+Once safely afoot yonder I will make my purpose clear."
+
+A dozen strokes landed us on the other bank, where the canoe was drawn
+up, and concealed among the bushes, while we descended a slight
+declivity, and found ourselves in the silence of a great wood. Here De
+Artigny paused to make certain his sense of direction.
+
+"I will go forward slightly in advance," he said, at last, evidently
+having determined upon his course.
+
+"And we will move slowly, and as noiselessly as possible. No one ever
+knows where the enemy are to be met with in Indian campaign, and we
+are without arms, except for Barbeau's gun."
+
+"I retain my pistol," I interrupted.
+
+"Of small value since its immersion in the lake; as to myself I must
+trust to my knife. Madame you will follow me, but merely close enough
+to make sure of your course through the woods, while Barbeau will
+guard the rear. Are both ready?"
+
+"Perhaps it might be well to explain more clearly what you propose,"
+said the soldier. "Then if we become separated we could figure out the
+proper direction to follow."
+
+"Not a bad thought that. It is a rough road ahead, heavily wooded, and
+across broken land. My route is almost directly west, except that we
+bear slightly south to keep well away from the river. Three leagues
+will bring us to a small stream which empties into the Illinois. There
+is a faint trail along its eastern bank which leads to the rear of the
+Rock, where it is possible for one knowing the way to attain the
+palisades of the fort. If we can attain this trail before dark we can
+make the remaining distance by night. Here, let me show you," and he
+drew with a sharp stick a hasty map on the ground. "Now you
+understand; if we become separated, keep steadily westward until you
+reach a stream flowing north."
+
+In this order we took up the march, and as I had nothing to bear
+except a blanket, which I twisted about my shoulders, I found little
+difficulty in following my leader. At first the underbrush was heavy,
+and the ground very broken, so that oftentimes I lost sight entirely
+of De Artigny, but as he constantly broke branches to mark his
+passage, and the sun served as guidance, I had small difficulty in
+keeping the proper direction. To our right along the river appeared
+masses of isolated rock, and these we skirted closely, always in the
+shadow and silence of great trees. Within half an hour we had emerged
+from the retarding underbrush, and came out into an open wood, where
+the walking was much easier.
+
+I could look down the aisles of the trees for long distances, and no
+longer experienced any difficulty in keeping within sight of my
+leader. All sense of fear had passed away, we seemed so alone in the
+silent forest, although once I thought I heard the report of a distant
+gun, which brought back to mind a vision of that camp of death we had
+left behind. It was a wearisome tramp over the rough ground, for while
+De Artigny found passage through the hollows wherever possible, yet we
+were obliged to climb many hills, and once to pick our way cautiously
+through a sickly swamp, springing from hummock to hummock to keep from
+sinking deep in slimy ooze.
+
+De Artigny came back and aided me here, speaking words of encouragement,
+and assuring me that the trail we sought was only a short distance
+beyond. I laughed at his solicitude, claiming to be good for many a mile
+yet, and he left me, never realizing that I already staggered from
+weariness.
+
+However we must have made excellent progress, for the sun had not
+entirely disappeared when we emerged from the dark wood shadows into a
+narrow, grassy valley, through which flowed a silvery stream, not
+broad, but deep. Assured that this must be the water we sought, I sank
+to the ground, eager for a moment's rest, but De Artigny, tireless
+still, moved back and forward along the edge of the forest to assure
+himself of the safety of our surroundings. Barbeau joined him, and
+questioned.
+
+"We have reached the trail?"
+
+"Ay, beside the shore yonder; see you anything of Indian tepees across
+the stream to the left?"
+
+"Below, there are wigwams there just in the edge of the grove. You can
+see the outlines from here; but I make out no moving figures."
+
+"Deserted then; the cowards have run away. They could not have been
+attacked, or the tepees would have been burned."
+
+"An Algonquin village?"
+
+"Miamis. I had hoped we might gain assistance there, but they have
+either joined the whites in the fort, or are hiding in the woods. 'Tis
+evident we must save ourselves."
+
+"And how far is it?"
+
+"To the fort? A league or two, and a rough climb at the farther end
+through the dark. We will wait here until after dusk, eat such food as
+we have without fire, and rest up for a bit of venture. The next trip
+will test us all, and Madame is weary enough already."
+
+"An hour will put me right," I said, smiling at him, yet making no
+attempt to rise. "I have been in a boat so long I have lost all
+strength in my limbs."
+
+"We feel that, all of us," cheerily, "but come Barbeau, unpack, and
+let us have what cheer we can."
+
+I know not when food was ever more welcome, although it was simple
+enough to be sure--a bit of hard cracker, and some jerked deer meat,
+washed down by water from the stream--yet hunger served to make these
+welcome. We were at the edge of the wood, already growing dark and
+dreary with the shadows of approaching night. The wind, what there
+was, was from the south, and, if there was any firing at the fort, no
+sound of it reached us. Once we imagined we saw a skulking figure on
+the opposite bank--an Indian Barbeau insisted--but it disappeared so
+suddenly as to make us doubt our own eyes.
+
+The loneliness and peril of our situation had tendency to keep us
+silent, although De Artigny endeavored to cheer me with kindly speech,
+and gave Barbeau careful description of the trail leading to the fort
+gate. If aught happened to him, we were to press on until we attained
+shelter. The way in which the words were said brought a lump into my
+throat, and before I knew the significance of the action, my hand
+clasped his. I felt the grip of his fingers, and saw his face turn
+toward me in the dusk. Barbeau got to his feet, gun in hand, and stood
+shading his eyes.
+
+"I would like a closer view of that village yonder," he said, "and
+will go down the bank a hundred yards or so."
+
+"'Twill do no harm," returned De Artigny, still clasping my hand.
+"There is time yet before we make our venture."
+
+He disappeared in the shadows, leaving us alone, and I glanced aside
+at De Artigny's face, my heart beating fiercely.
+
+"You did not like to hear me speak as I did?" he questioned quietly.
+
+"No," I answered honestly, "the thought startled me. If--if anything
+happened to you, I--I should be all alone."
+
+He bent lower, still grasping my fingers, and seeking to compel my
+eyes to meet his.
+
+"Adele," he whispered, "why is it necessary for us to keep up this
+masquerade?"
+
+"What masquerade, Monsieur?"
+
+"This pretense at mere friendship," he insisted, "when we could serve
+each other better by a frank confession of the truth. You love me--"
+
+"Monsieur," and I tried to draw my hand away. "I am the wife of
+Francois Cassion."
+
+"I care nothing for that unholy alliance. You are his only by form. Do
+you know what that marriage has cost me? Insults, ever since we left
+Quebec. The coward knew I dare not lay hand upon him, because he was
+your husband. We would have crossed steel a hundred times, but for my
+memory of you. I could not kill the cur, for to do so would separate
+us forever. So I bore his taunts, his reviling, his curses, his orders
+that were insults. You think it was easy? I am a woodsman, a
+lieutenant of La Salle's, and it has never before been my way to
+receive insult without a blow. We are not of that breed. Yet I bore it
+for your sake--why? Because I loved you."
+
+"Oh, Monsieur!"
+
+"'Tis naught to the shame of either of us," he continued, now speaking
+with a calmness which held me silent. "And I wish you to know the
+truth, so far as I can make it clear. This has been in my mind for
+weeks, and I say it to you now as solemnly as though I knelt before a
+father confessor. You have been to me a memory of inspiration ever
+since we first met years ago at that convent in Quebec. I dreamed of
+you in the wilderness, in the canoe on the great river, and here at
+St. Louis. Never did _voyageur_ go eastward but I asked him to bring
+me word from you, and each one, bore from me a message of greeting."
+
+"I received none, Monsieur."
+
+"I know that; even Sieur de la Salle failed to learn your dwelling
+place. Yet when he finally chose me as his comrade on this last
+journey, while I would have followed him gladly even to death, the one
+hope which held me to the hardships of the trail, was the chance thus
+given of seeking you myself."
+
+"It was I you sought then at the home of Hugo Chevet? not service
+under Francois Cassion? Yet, when we met, you knew me not."
+
+"Nay; I had no thought that you were there. 'Twas told me in
+Quebec--for what cause I cannot decide--that you had returned to
+France. I had given up all hope, and that very fact made me blind to
+your identity. Indeed, I scarce comprehended that you were really
+Adele la Chesnayne, until we were alone together in the palace of the
+Intendant. After I left you there, left you facing La Barre; left you
+knowing of your forced engagement to his commissaire, I reached a
+decision--I meant to accompany his party to Montreal, find some excuse
+on the way for quarrel, and return to Quebec--and you."
+
+He paused, but I uttered no word, conscious that my cheeks were
+burning hotly, and afraid to lift my eyes to his face.
+
+"You know the rest. I have made the whole journey; I have borne
+insult, the charge of crime, merely that I might remain, and serve
+you. Why do I say this? Because tonight--if we succeed in getting
+through the Indian lines--I shall be again among my old comrades, and
+shall be no longer a servant to Francois Cassion. I shall stand before
+him a man, an equal, ready to prove myself with the steel--"
+
+"No, Monsieur," I burst forth, "that must not be; for my sake you will
+not quarrel!"
+
+"For your sake? You would have me spare him?"
+
+"Oh, why do you put it thus, Monsieur! It is so hard for me to
+explain. You say you love me, and--and the words bring me joy. Ay, I
+confess that. But do you not see that a blow from your hand struck at
+Francois Cassion would separate us forever? Surely that is not the end
+you seek. I would not have you bear affront longer, yet no open
+quarrel will serve to better our affairs. Certainly no clash of
+swords. Perhaps it cannot be avoided, for Cassion may so insult you
+when he sees us together, as to let his insolence go beyond restraint.
+But I beg of you, Monsieur, to hold your hand, to restrain your
+temper--for my sake."
+
+"You make it a trial, a test?"
+
+"Yes--it is a test. But, Monsieur, there is more involved here than
+mere happiness. You must be cleared of the charge of crime, and I must
+learn the truth of what caused my marriage. Without these facts the
+future can hold out no hope for either of us. And there is only one
+way in which this end can be accomplished--a confession by Cassion. He
+alone knows the entire story of the conspiracy, and there is but one
+way in which he can be induced to talk."
+
+"You mean the same method you proposed to me back on the Ottawa?"
+
+I faced him frankly, my eyes meeting his, no shade of hesitation in my
+voice.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur, I mean that. You refused me before, but I see no harm,
+no wrong in the suggestion. If the men we fought were honorable I
+might hesitate--but they have shown no sense of honor. They have made
+me their victim, and I am fully justified in turning their own weapons
+against them. I have never hesitated in my purpose, and I shall not
+now. I shall use the weapons which God has put into my hands to wring
+from him the bitter truth--the weapons of a woman, love, and jealousy.
+Monsieur, am I to fight this fight alone?"
+
+At first I thought he would not answer me, although his hand grip
+tightened, and his eyes looked down into mine, as though he would read
+the very secret of my heart.
+
+"Perhaps I did not understand before," he said at last, "all that was
+involved in your decision. I must know now the truth from your own
+lips before I pledge myself."
+
+"Ask me what you please; I am not too proud to answer."
+
+"I think there must be back of this choice of yours something more
+vital than hate, more impelling than revenge."
+
+"There is, Monsieur."
+
+"May I ask you what?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur, and I feel no shame in answering; I love you! Is that
+enough?"
+
+"Enough! my sweetheart--"
+
+"Hush!" I interrupted, "not now--Barbeau returns yonder."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV
+
+WE ATTACK THE SAVAGES
+
+
+It was already so dark that the soldier was almost upon us before I
+perceived his shadow, but it was evident enough from his first words
+that he had overheard none of our conversation.
+
+"There are no Indians in the village," he said gruffly, leaning on his
+gun, and staring at us. "I got across to a small island, along the
+trunk of a dead tree, and had good view of the whole bank yonder. The
+tepees stand, but not a squaw, nor a dog is left."
+
+"Were there any canoes in sight along the shore?"
+
+"Only one, broken beyond repair."
+
+"Then, as I read the story, the tribe fled down the stream, either to
+join the others on the Illinois, or the whites at the fort. They were
+evidently not attacked, but had news of the coming of the Iroquois,
+and escaped without waiting to give battle. 'Tis not likely the wolves
+will overlook this village long. Are we ready to go forward?"
+
+"Ay, the venture must be made, and it is dark enough now."
+
+De Artigny's hand pressed my shoulder.
+
+"I would that I could remain with you, Madame," he said quietly, "but
+as I know the way my place is in advance. Barbeau must be your
+protector."
+
+"Nor could I ask for a braver. Do not permit any thought of me to make
+you less vigilant, Monsieur. You expect to gain the fort unseen?"
+
+"'Tis merely a chance we take--the only one," he explained briefly. "I
+cannot even be certain the fort is in state of siege, yet, without
+doubt those warriors who went down the river would be in position to
+prevent our approaching the rock by canoe. There is a secret path
+here, known only to La Salle's officers, which, however, should give
+us entrance, unless some wandering Iroquois has discovered it by
+accident. We must approach with the utmost caution, yet I do not
+anticipate great peril. Barbeau, do not become separated from Madame,
+but let me precede you by a hundred paces--you will have no trouble
+following the trail."
+
+He disappeared in the darkness, vanishing silently, and we stood
+motionless waiting our turn to advance. Neither spoke, Barbeau leaning
+forward, his gun extended, alert and ready. The intense darkness, the
+quiet night, the mystery lurking amid those shadows beyond, all
+combined to arouse within me a sense of danger. I could feel the swift
+pounding of my heart, and I clasped the sleeve of the soldier's jacket
+merely to assure myself of his actual presence. The pressure of my
+fingers caused him to glance about.
+
+"Do not be frightened, Madame," he whispered encouragingly. "There
+would be firing yonder if the Iroquois blocked our path."
+
+"Fear not for me," I answered, surprised at the steadiness of my
+voice. "It is the lonely silence which makes me shrink; as soon as we
+advance I shall have my nerve again. Have we not waited long enough?"
+
+"Ay, come; but be careful where you place your feet."
+
+He led the way, walking with such slow caution, that, although I
+followed step by step, not a sound reached my ears. Dark as the night
+was, our eyes, accustomed to the gloom, were able to distinguish the
+marks of the trail, and follow its windings without much difficulty.
+Many a moccasined foot had passed that way before us, beating down a
+hard path through the sod, and pressing aside the low bushes which
+helped to conceal the passage. At first we followed rather closely the
+bank of the stream; then the narrow trail swerved to the right,
+entering a gap between two hills, ever tending to a higher altitude.
+We circled about large rocks, and up a ravine, through which we found
+barely room for passage, the walls rising steep and high on either
+side. It was intensely dark down there, yet impossible for us to
+escape the trail, and at the end of that passage we emerged into an
+open space, enclosed with woods, and having a grit of sand under foot.
+Here the trail seemed to disappear, but Barbeau struck straight
+across, and in the forest shade beyond we found De Artigny waiting.
+
+"Do not shoot," he whispered. "I was afraid you might misjudge the way
+here, as the sand leaves no clear trace. The rest of the passage is
+through the woods, and up a steep hill. You are not greatly wearied,
+Madame?"
+
+"Oh, no; I have made some false steps in the dark, but the pace has
+been slow. Do we approach the fort?"
+
+"A half league beyond; a hundred yards more, and we begin the climb.
+There we will be in the zone of danger, although thus far I perceive
+no sign of Indian presence. Have you, Barbeau?"
+
+"None except this feather of a war bonnet I picked up at the big rock
+below."
+
+"A feather! Is it Iroquois?"
+
+"It is cut square, and no Algonquin ever does that."
+
+"Ay, let me see! You are right, Barbeau; 'twas dropped from a
+Tuscarora war bonnet. Then the wolves have been this way."
+
+"Could it not be possible," I asked, "that the feather was spoil of
+war dropped by some Miami in flight?"
+
+He shook his head.
+
+"Possible perhaps, but not probable; some white man may have passed
+this way with trophy, but no Illinois Indian would dare such venture.
+I have seen them before in Iroquois foray. I like not the sign,
+Barbeau, yet there is naught for us to do now, but go on. We dare not
+be found without the fort at daybreak. Keep within thirty paces of me,
+and guard the lady well."
+
+It was a dense woods we entered, and how Barbeau kept to the trail
+will ever be to me a mystery. No doubt the instinct of a woodsman
+guided him somewhat, and then, with his moccasined feet, he could feel
+the slight depression in the earth, and thus cling to the narrow path.
+I would have been lost in a moment, had I not clung to him, and we
+moved forward like two snails, scarcely venturing to breathe, our
+motions as silent as a wild panther stalking its prey.
+
+Except for a faint rustling of leaves overhead no sound was
+distinguishable, although once we were startled by some wild thing
+scurrying across our path, the sudden noise it made causing me to give
+utterance to a half-stifled cry. I could feel how tense was every
+muscle in the soldier's body, as he advanced steadily step by step,
+his gun flung forward, each nerve strained to the utmost.
+
+We crossed the wood, and began to climb among loose stones, finally
+finding solid rock beneath our feet, the path skirting the edge of
+what seemed to be a deep gash in the earth, and winding about wherever
+it could find passage. The way grew steeper and steeper, and more
+difficult to traverse, although, as we thus rose above the tree limit,
+the shadows became less dense, and we were able dimly to perceive
+objects a yard or two in advance. I strained my eyes over Barbeau's
+shoulder, but could gain no glimpse of De Artigny. Then we rounded a
+sharp edge of rock, and met him blocking the narrow way.
+
+"The red devils are there," he said, his voice barely audible. "Beyond
+the curve in the bank. 'Twas God's mercy I had glimpse in time, or I
+would have walked straight into their midst. A stone dropping into the
+ravine warned me, and I crept on all fours to where I could see."
+
+"You counted them?"
+
+"Hardly that in this darkness; yet 'tis no small party. 'Twould be my
+judgment there are twenty warriors there."
+
+"And the fort?"
+
+"Short rifle shot away. Once past this party, and the way is easy.
+Here is my thought Barbeau. There is no firing, and this party of
+wolves are evidently hidden in ambush. They have found the trail, and
+expect some party from the fort to pass this way."
+
+"Or else," said the other thoughtfully, "they lie in wait for an
+assault at daylight--that would be Indian war."
+
+"True, such might be their purpose, but in either case one thing
+remains true--they anticipate no attack from below. All their
+vigilance is in the other direction. A swift attack, a surprise will
+drive them into panic. 'Tis a grave risk I know, but there is no other
+passage to the fort."
+
+"If we had arms, it might be done."
+
+"We'll give them no time to discover what we have--a shot, a yell, a
+rush forward. 'Twill all be over with before a devil among them gets
+his second breath. Then 'tis not likely the garrison is asleep. If we
+once get by there will be help in plenty to hold back pursuit. 'Tis a
+desperate chance I admit, but have you better to propose?"
+
+The soldier stood silent, fingering his gun, until De Artigny asked
+impatiently:
+
+"You have none?"
+
+"I know not the passage; is there no way around?"
+
+"No; this trail leads alone to the fort gate. I anticipated this, and
+thought it all out as I came along. In the surprise at the first
+attack, the savages will never know whether we be two or a dozen. They
+will have no guard in this direction, and we can creep almost upon
+them before attempting a rush. The two in advance should be safely
+past before they recover sufficiently to make any fight. It will be
+all done in the dark, you know."
+
+"You will go first, with the lady?"
+
+"No; that is to be your task; I will cover the rear."
+
+I heard these words, yet it was not my privilege to protest. Indeed, I
+felt that he was right, and my courage made response to his decision.
+
+"If this be the best way possible," I said quietly, for both men
+glanced questioningly at me, "then do not think of me as helpless, or
+a burden. I will do all I can to aid you."
+
+"Never have I doubted that," exclaimed De Artigny heartily. "So then
+the affair is settled. Barbeau, creep forward about the bank; be a
+savage now, and make no noise until I give the word. You next, Madame,
+and keep close enough to touch your leader. The instant I yell, and
+Barbeau fires, the two of you leap up, and rush forward. Pay no heed
+to me."
+
+"You would have us desert you, Monsieur?"
+
+"It will be every one for himself," he answered shortly. "I take my
+chance, but shall not be far behind."
+
+We clasped hands, and then, as Barbeau advanced to the corner, I
+followed, my only thought now to do all that was required of me. I did
+not glance backward, yet was aware that De Artigny was close behind.
+My heart beat fiercely, but I was not conscious of fear, although a
+moment later, I could perceive the dim figures of savages. They were
+but mere vague shadows in the night, and I made no attempt to count
+them, only realizing that they were grouped together in the trail. I
+could not have told how they faced, but there was a faint sound of
+guttural speech, which proved them unsuspicious of danger. Barbeau,
+lying low like a snake, crept cautiously forward, making not the
+slightest noise, and closely hugging the deeper shadow of the bank. I
+endeavored to imitate his every motion, almost dragging my body
+forward by gripping my fingers into the rock-strewn earth.
+
+We advanced by inches, pausing now and then to listen breathlessly to
+the low murmur of the Indian voices, and endeavoring to note any
+change in the posture of the barely distinguishable figures. There was
+no alarm, no changing of places, and the success of our approach
+brought to us new confidence. Once a savage form, appearing grotesque
+in its blanket, suddenly stood erect, and we shrunk close to the
+ground in terror of discovery. An instant of agony followed, in which
+we held our breath, staring through the dark, every nerve throbbing.
+But the fellow merely stretched his arms lazily, uttered some guttural
+word, and resumed his place.
+
+Once the gleam of a star reflected from a rifle barrel as its owner
+shifted position; but nothing else occurred to halt our steady
+advance. We were within a very few yards of them, so close, indeed, I
+could distinguish the individual forms, when Barbeau paused, and, with
+deliberate caution, rose on one knee. Realizing instantly that he was
+preparing for the desperate leap, I also lifted my body, and braced
+myself for the effort. De Artigny touched me, and spoke, but his voice
+was so low it scarcely reached my ears.
+
+"Do not hesitate; run swift, and straight. Give Barbeau the signal."
+
+What followed is to me a delirium of fever, and remains in memory
+indistinct and uncertain. I reached out, and touched Barbeau; I heard
+the sudden roar of De Artigny's voice, the sharp report of the
+soldier's rifle. The flame cut the dark as though it was the blade of
+a knife, and, in the swift red glare, I saw a savage fling up his arms
+and fall headlong. Then all was chaos, confusion, death. Nothing
+touched me, not even a gripping hand, but there were Indian shots,
+giving me glimpse of the hellish scene, of naked bodies, long waving
+hair, eyes mad with terror, and red arms brandished, the rifles they
+bore shining in the red glare.
+
+I saw Barbeau grip his gun by the barrel and strike as he ran. Again
+and again it fell crunching against flesh. A savage hand slashed at
+him with a gleaming knife, but I struck the red arm with my pistol
+butt, and the Indian fell flat, leaving the way open. We dashed
+through, but Barbeau grasped me, and thrust me ahead of him, and
+whirled about, with uplifted rifle to aid De Artigny who faced two
+warriors, naked knife in hand.
+
+"Run, Madame, for the fort," he shouted above the uproar. "To my help,
+Barbeau!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV
+
+WITHIN THE FORT
+
+
+I doubt if I paused a second, yet that was enough to give me glimpse
+of the weird scene. I saw De Artigny lunge with his knife, a huge
+savage reeling beneath the stroke, and Barbeau cleave passage to the
+rescue, the stock of his gun shattered as he struck fiercely at the
+red devils who blocked his path.
+
+Outnumbered, helpless for long in that narrow space, their only hope
+lay in a sortie by the garrison, and it was my part to give the alarm.
+Even as I sprang forward, a savage leaped from the ruck, but I escaped
+his hand, and raced up the dark trail, the one thought urging me on.
+God knows how I made it--to me 'tis but a memory of falls over unseen
+obstacles, of reckless running; yet the distance could have been
+scarce more than a hundred yards, before my eyes saw the darker shadow
+of the stockade outlined against the sky.
+
+Crying out with full strength of my voice I burst into the little open
+space, then tripped and fell just as the gate swung wide, and I saw a
+dozen dark forms emerge. One leaped forward and grasped me, lifting me
+partly to my feet.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! a woman!" he exclaimed in startled voice. "What means
+this, in Heaven's name?"
+
+"Quick," I gasped, breaking away, able now to stand on my own feet.
+"They are fighting there--two white men--De Artigny--"
+
+"What, Rene! Ay, lads, to the rescue! Cartier, take the lady within.
+Come with me you others."
+
+They swept past me, the leader well in advance. I felt the rush as
+they passed, and had glimpse of vague figures 'ere they disappeared in
+the darkness. Then I was alone, except for the bearded soldier who
+grasped my arm.
+
+"Who was that?" I asked, "the man who led?"
+
+"Boisrondet, Francois de Boisrondet."
+
+"An officer of La Salle's? You then are of his company?"
+
+"I am," a bit proudly, "but most of the lads yonder belong with De
+Baugis. Now we fight a common foe, and forget our own quarrel. Did you
+say Rene de Artigny was in the fighting yonder?"
+
+"Yes; he and a soldier named Barbeau."
+
+The fellow stood silent, shifting his feet.
+
+"'Twas told us he was dead," he said finally, with effort. "Some more
+of La Barre's men arrived three days ago by boat, under a popinjay
+they call Cassion to recruit De Baugis' forces. De la Durantaye was
+with him from the portage, so that now they outnumber us three to one.
+You know this Cassion, Madame?"
+
+"Ay, I traveled with his party from Montreal."
+
+"Ah, then you will know the truth no doubt. De Tonty and Cassion were
+at swords points over a charge the latter made against Rene de
+Artigny--that he had murdered one of the party at St. Ignace."
+
+"Hugo Chevet, the fur trader."
+
+"Ay, that was the name. We of La Salle's company know it to be a lie.
+_Sacre_! I have served with that lad two years, and 'tis not in his
+nature to knife any man in the back. And so De Tonty said, and he gave
+Cassion the lie straight in his teeth. I heard their words, and but
+for De Baugis and De la Durantaye, Francois Cassion would have paid
+well for his false tongue. Now you can tell him the truth."
+
+"I shall do that, but even my word, I fear, will not clear De Artigny
+of the charge. I believe the man to be innocent; in my heart there is
+no doubt, yet there is so little to be proven."
+
+"Cassion speaks bitterly; he is an enemy."
+
+"Monsieur Cassion is my husband," I said regretfully.
+
+"Your pardon, Madame. Ah, I understand it all now. You were supposed
+to have been drowned in the great lake, but were saved by De Artigny.
+'Twill be a surprise for Monsieur, but in this land, we witness
+strange things. _Mon Dieu_! see, they come yonder; 'tis Boisrondet and
+his men."
+
+They approached in silence, mere shadowy figures, whose numbers I
+could not count, but those in advance bore a helpless body in their
+arms, and my heart seemed to stop its beating, until I heard De
+Artigny's voice in cheerful greeting.
+
+"What, still here, Madame, and the gate beyond open," he took my hand,
+and lifted it to his lips. "My congratulations; your work was well
+done, and our lives thank you. Madame Cassion, this is my comrade,
+Francois Boisrondet, whose voice I was never more glad to hear than
+this night. I commend him to your mercy."
+
+Boisrondet, a mere shadow in the night, swept the earth with his hat.
+
+"I mind me the time," he said courteously, "when Rene did me equal
+service."
+
+"The savages have fled?"
+
+"'Twas short, and sweet, Madame, and those who failed to fly are lying
+yonder."
+
+"Yet some among you are hurt?"
+
+"Barbeau hath an ugly wound--ay, bear him along, lads, and have the
+cut looked to--but as for the rest of us, there is no serious harm
+done."
+
+I was gazing at De Artigny, and marked how he held one hand to his
+side.
+
+"And you, Monsieur; you are unscathed?"
+
+"Except for a small wound here, and a head which rings yet from savage
+blows--no more than a night's rest will remedy. Come, Madame 'tis time
+we were within, and the gates closed."
+
+"Is there still danger then? Surely now that we are under protection
+there will be no attack?"
+
+"Not from those we have passed, but 'tis told me there are more than a
+thousand Iroquois warriors in the valley, and the garrison has less
+than fifty men all told. It was luck we got through so easily. Ay,
+Boisrondet, we are ready."
+
+That was my first glimpse of the interior of a frontier fort, and,
+although I saw only the little open space lighted by a few waving
+torches, the memory abides with distinctness. A body of men met us at
+the gate, dim, indistinct figures, a few among them evidently soldiers
+from their dress, but the majority clothed in the ordinary garb of the
+wilderness. Save for one Indian squaw, not a woman was visible, nor
+did I recognize a familiar face, as the fellows, each man bearing a
+rifle, surged about us in noisy welcome, eagerly questioning those who
+had gone forth to our rescue. Yet we were scarcely within, and the
+gates closed, when a man pressed his way forward through the throng,
+in voice of authority bidding them stand aside. A blazing torch cast
+its red light over him, revealing a slender figure attired in frontier
+garb, a dark face, made alive by a pair of dense brown eyes, which met
+mine in a stare of surprise.
+
+"Back safe, Boisrondet," he exclaimed sharply, "and have brought in a
+woman. 'Tis a strange sight in this land. Were any of our lads hurt?"
+
+"None worth reporting, Monsieur. The man they carried was a soldier of
+M. de la Durantaye. He was struck down before we reached the party.
+There is an old comrade here."
+
+"An old comrade! Lift the torch, Jacques. Faith, there are so few left
+I would not miss the sight of such a face."
+
+He stared about at us, for an instant uncertain; then took a quick
+step forward, his hand outstretched.
+
+"Rene de Artigny!" he cried, his joy finding expression in his face.
+"Ay, an old comrade, indeed, and only less welcome here than M. de la
+Salle himself. 'Twas a bold trick you played tonight, but not unlike
+many another I have seen you venture. You bring me message from
+Monsieur?"
+
+"Only that he has sailed safely for France to have audience with
+Louis. I saw him aboard ship, and was bidden to tell you to bide here
+in patience, and seek no quarrel with De Baugis."
+
+"Easy enough to say; but in all truth I need not seek quarrel--it
+comes my way without seeking. De Baugis was not so bad--a bit high
+strung, perhaps, and boastful of his rank, yet not so ill a
+comrade--but there is a newcomer here, a popinjay named Cassion, with
+whom I cannot abide. Ah, but you know the beast, for you journeyed
+west in his company. _Sacre_! the man charged you with murder, and I
+gave him the lie to his teeth. Not two hours ago we had our swords
+out, but now you can answer for yourself."
+
+De Artigny hesitated, his eyes meeting mine.
+
+"I fear, Monsieur de Tonty," he said finally, "the answer may not be
+so easily made. If it were point of sword now, I could laugh at the
+man, but he possesses some ugly facts difficult to explain."
+
+"Yet 'twas not your hand which did the deed?"
+
+"I pledge you my word to that. Yet this is no time to talk of the
+matter. I have wounds to be looked to, and would learn first how
+Barbeau fares. You know not the lady; but of course not, or your
+tongue would never have spoken so freely--Monsieur de Tonty, Madame
+Cassion."
+
+He straightened up, his eyes on my face. For an instant he stood
+motionless; then swept the hat from his head, and bent low.
+
+"Your pardon, Madame; we of the wilderness become rough of speech. I
+should have known, for a rumor reached me of your accident. You owe
+life, no doubt, to Sieur de Artigny."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; he has been my kind friend."
+
+"He would not be the one I love else. We know men on this frontier,
+Madame, and this lad hath seen years of service by my side." His hand
+rested on De Artigny's shoulder. "'Twas only natural then that I
+should resent M. Cassion's charge of murder."
+
+"I share your faith in the innocence of M. de Artigny," I answered
+firmly enough, "but beyond this assertion I can say nothing."
+
+"Naturally not, Madame. Yet we must move along. You can walk, Rene?"
+
+"Ay, my hurts are mostly bruises."
+
+The torches led the way, the dancing flames lighting up the scene.
+There was hard, packed earth under our feet, nor did I realize yet
+that this Fort St. Louis occupied the summit of a great rock,
+protected on three sides by precipices, towering high above the river.
+Sharpened palisades of logs surrounded us on every side, with low log
+houses built against them, on the roofs of which riflemen could stand
+in safety to guard the valley below.
+
+The central space was open except for two small buildings, one from
+its shape a chapel, and the other, as I learned later, the guardhouse.
+A fire blazed at the farther end of the enclosure, with a number of
+men lounging about it, and illumined the front of a more pretentious
+building, which apparently extended across that entire end. This
+building, having the appearance of a barrack, exhibited numerous doors
+and windows, with a narrow porch in front, on which I perceived a
+group of men.
+
+As we approached more closely, De Tonty walking between De Artigny and
+myself, a soldier ran up the steps, and made some report. Instantly
+the group broke, and two men strode past the fire, and met us. One was
+a tall, imposing figure in dragoon uniform, a sword at his thigh, his
+face full bearded; the other whom I recognized instantly with a swift
+intake of breath, was Monsieur Cassion. He was a stride in advance,
+his eyes searching me out in the dim light, his face flushed from
+excitement.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! what is this I hear," he exclaimed, staring at the three
+of us as though doubting the evidence of his own eyes. "My wife alive?
+Ay, by my faith, it is indeed Adele." He grasped me by the arm, but
+even at that instant his glance fell upon De Artigny, and his manner
+changed.
+
+"Saint Anne! and what means this! So 'tis with this rogue you have
+been wandering the wilderness!"
+
+He tugged at his sword, but the dragoon caught his arm.
+
+"Nay, wait, Cassion. 'Twill be best to learn the truth before
+resorting to blows. Perchance Monsieur Tonty can explain clearly what
+has happened."
+
+"It is explained already," answered the Italian, and he took a step
+forward as though to protect us. "These two, with a soldier of M. de
+la Durantaye, endeavored to reach the fort, and were attacked by
+Iroquois. We dispatched men to their rescue, and have all now safe
+within the palisades. What more would you learn, Messieurs?"
+
+Cassion pressed forward, and fronted him, angered beyond control.
+
+"We know all that," he roared savagely. "But I would learn why they
+hid themselves from me. Ay, Madame, but I will make you talk when once
+we are alone! But now I denounce this man as the murderer of Hugo
+Chevet, and order him under arrest. Here, lads, seize the fellow."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVI
+
+IN DE BAUGIS' QUARTERS
+
+
+De Tonty never gave way an inch, as a dozen soldiers advanced at
+Cassion's order.
+
+"Wait men!" he said sternly. "'Tis no time, with Iroquois about, to
+start a quarrel, yet if a hand be laid on this lad here in anger, we,
+who are of La Salle's Company, will protect him with our lives--"
+
+"You defend a murderer?"
+
+"No; a comrade. Listen to me, Cassion, and you De Baugis. I have held
+quiet to your dictation, but no injustice shall be done to comrade of
+mine save by force of arms. I know naught of your quarrel, or your
+charges of crime against De Artigny, but the lad is going to have fair
+play. He is no _courier du bois_ to be killed for your vengeance, but
+an officer under Sieur de la Salle, entitled to trial and judgment."
+
+"He was my guide; I have authority."
+
+"Not now, Monsieur. 'Tis true he served you, and was your _engagé_ on
+the voyage hither. But even in that service, he obeyed the orders of
+La Salle. Now, within these palisades, he is an officer of this
+garrison, and subject only to me."
+
+De Baugis spoke, his voice cold, contemptuous.
+
+"You refuse obedience to the Governor of New France?"
+
+"No, Monsieur; I am under orders to obey. There will be no trouble
+between us if you are just to my men. La Barre is not here to decide
+this, but I am." He put his hand on De Artigny's shoulder. "Monsieur
+Cassion charges this man with murder. He is an officer of my command,
+and I arrest him. He shall be protected, and given a fair trial. What
+more can you ask?"
+
+"You will protect him! help him to escape, rather!" burst out Cassion.
+"That is the scheme, De Baugis."
+
+"Your words are insult, Monsieur, and I bear no more. If you seek
+quarrel, you shall have it. I am your equal, Monsieur, and my
+commission comes from the King. Ah, M. de la Durantaye, what say you
+of this matter?"
+
+A man, broad shouldered, in the dress of a woodsman, elbowed his way
+through the throng of soldiers. He had a strong, good-humored face.
+
+"In faith, I heard little of the controversy, yet 'tis like I know the
+gist of it, as I have just conversed with a wounded soldier of mine,
+Barbeau, who repeated the story as he understood it. My hand to you,
+Sieur de Artigny, and it seems to me, Messieurs, that De Tonty hath
+the right of it."
+
+"You take his side against us who hath the authority of the
+Governor?"
+
+"Pah! that is not the issue. Tis merely a question of justice to this
+lad here. I stand for fair trial with Henri de Tonty, and will back my
+judgment with my sword."
+
+They stood eye to eye, the four of them, and the group of soldiers
+seemed to divide, each company drawing together. Cassion growled some
+vague threat, but De Baugis took another course, gripping his
+companion by the arm.
+
+"No, Francois, 'tis not worth the danger," he expostulated. "There
+will be no crossing of steel. Monsieur Cassion, no doubt, hath reason
+to be angered--but not I. The man shall have his trial, and we will
+learn the right and wrong of all this presently. Monsieur Tonty, the
+prisoner is left in your charge. Fall back men--to your barracks.
+Madame, permit me to offer you my escort."
+
+"To where, Monsieur?"
+
+"To the only quarters fitted for your reception," he said gallantly,
+"those I have occupied since arrival here."
+
+"You vacate them for me?"
+
+"With the utmost pleasure," bowing gallantly. "I beg of you their
+acceptance; your husband has been my guest, and will join with me in
+exile."
+
+I glanced at De Tonty, who yet stood with hand on De Artigny's
+shoulder, a little cordon of his own men gathered closely about them.
+My eyes encountered those of the younger officer. As I turned away I
+found myself confronted by Cassion. The very sight of his face brought
+me instant decision, and I spoke my acceptance before he could utter
+the words trembling on his lips.
+
+"I will use your quarters gladly, Captain de Baugis," I said quietly,
+"but will ask to be left there undisturbed."
+
+"Most assuredly, Madame--my servant will accompany you."
+
+"Then good-night, Messieurs," I faced Cassion, meeting his eyes
+frankly. "I am greatly wearied, and would rest; tomorrow I will speak
+with you, Monsieur. Permit me to pass."
+
+He stood aside, unable to affront me, although the anger in his face,
+was evidence enough of brewing trouble. No doubt he had boasted of me
+to De Baugis, and felt no desire now to have our true relations
+exposed thus publicly. I passed him, glancing at none of the others,
+and followed the soldier across the beaten parade. A moment later I
+was safely hidden within a two-roomed cabin.
+
+Everything within had an appearance of neatness, almost as if a woman
+had arranged its furnishings. I glanced about in pleased surprise, as
+the soldier placed fresh fuel on the cheerful fire blazing in the
+fireplace, and drew closer the drapery over the single window.
+
+"Madame will find it comfortable?" he said, pausing at the door.
+
+"Quite so," I answered. "One could scarcely anticipate so delightful a
+spot in this Indian land."
+
+"Monsieur de Baugis has the privilege of Sieur de la Salle's
+quarters," he answered, eager to explain, "and besides brought with
+him many comforts of his own. But for the Iroquois we would be quite
+happy."
+
+"They have proven dangerous?"
+
+"Not to us within the fort. A few white men were surprised without and
+killed, but, except for shortness of provisions and powder and ball,
+we are safe enough here. Tomorrow you will see how impregnable is the
+Rock from savage attack."
+
+"I have heard there are a thousand Iroquois in the valley."
+
+"Ay, and possibly more, and we are but a handful in defense, yet their
+only approach is along that path you came tonight. The cowardly Illini
+fled down the river; had they remained here we would have driven the
+vermin out before this, for 'tis said they fight well with white
+leaders."
+
+I made no reply, and the man disappeared into the darkness, closing
+the heavy door behind him, and leaving me alone. I made it secure with
+an oaken bar, and sank down before the fire on a great shaggy bear
+skin. I was alone at last, safe from immediate danger, able to think
+of the strange conditions surrounding me, and plan for the future. The
+seriousness of the situation I realized clearly, and also the fact
+that all depended on my action--even the life of Rene de Artigny.
+
+I sat staring into the fire, no longer aware of fatigue, or feeling
+any sense of sleepiness. The thick log walls of the cabin shut out all
+noise; I was conscious of a sense of security, of protection, and yet
+comprehended clearly what the new day would bring. I should have to
+face Cassion, and in what spirit could I meet him best? Thus far I had
+been fortunate in escaping his denunciation, but I realized the reason
+which had compelled his silence--pride, the fear of ridicule, had
+sealed his lips. I was legally his wife, given to him by Holy Church,
+yet for weeks, months, during all our long wilderness journey, I had
+held aloof from him, mocking his efforts, and making light of his
+endeavors. It had been maddening, no doubt, and rendered worse by his
+growing jealousy of De Artigny.
+
+Then I had vanished, supposedly drowned in the great lake. He had
+sought me vainly along the shore, and finally turned away, convinced
+of my death, and that De Artigny had also perished.
+
+Once at the fort, companioning with De Baugis, and with no one to deny
+the truth of his words, his very nature would compel him to boast of
+his marriage to Adele la Chesnayne. No doubt he had told many a vivid
+tale of happiness since we left Quebec. Ay, not only had he thus
+boasted of conquests over me, but he had openly charged De Artigny
+with murder, feeling safe enough in the belief that we were both dead.
+And now when we appeared before him alive and together, he had been
+for the moment too dazed for expression. Before De Baugis he dare not
+confess the truth, yet this very fact would only leave him the more
+furious. And I knew instinctively the course the man would pursue. His
+one thought, his one purpose, would be revenge--nothing would satisfy
+him except the death of De Artigny. Personally I had little to fear; I
+knew his cowardice, and that he would never venture to use physical
+force with me. Even if he did I could rely upon the gallantry of De
+Tonty, and of De Baugis for protection. No, he would try threats,
+entreaties, slyness, cajolery, but his real weapon to overcome my
+opposition would be De Artigny. And there he possessed power.
+
+I felt in no way deceived as to this. The ugly facts, as Cassion was
+able to present them, would without doubt, condemn the younger man. He
+had no defense to offer, except his own assertion of innocence. Even
+if I told what I knew it would only strengthen the chain of
+circumstance, and make his guilt appear clearer.
+
+De Tonty would be his friend, faithful to the end; and I possessed
+faith in the justice of De Baugis, yet the facts of the case could not
+be ignored--and these, unexplained, tipped with the venom of Cassion's
+hatred, were sufficient to condemn the prisoner. And he was helpless
+to aid himself; if he was to be saved, I must save him. How? There was
+but one possible way--discovery of proof that some other committed the
+crime. I faced the situation hopelessly, confessing frankly to myself
+that I loved the man accused; that I would willingly sacrifice myself
+to save him.
+
+I felt no shame at this acknowledgment, and in my heart there was no
+shadow of regret. Yet I sat there stunned, helpless, gazing with heavy
+eyes into the fire, unable to determine a course of action, or devise
+any method of escape.
+
+Unable longer to remain quiet, I got to my feet, and my eyes surveyed
+the room. So immersed in thought I had not before really noted my
+surroundings, but now I glanced about, actuated by a vague curiosity.
+The hut contained two rooms, the walls of squared logs, partially
+concealed by the skins of wild animals, the roof so low I could almost
+touch it with my hand.
+
+A table and two chairs, rudely made with axe and knife, comprised the
+entire furniture, but a small mirror, unframed, hung suspended against
+the farther wall. I glanced at my reflection in the glass, surprised
+to learn how little change the weeks had made in my appearance. It was
+still the face of a girl which gazed back at me, with clear, wide-open
+eyes, and cheeks flushed in the firelight. Strange to say the very
+sight of my youthfulness was a disappointment and brought with it
+doubt. How could I fight these men? how could I hope to win against
+their schemes, and plans of vengeance?
+
+I opened the single window, and leaned out, grateful for the fresh air
+blowing against my face, but unable to perceive the scene below
+shrouded in darkness. Far away, down the valley, was the red glow of a
+fire, its flame reflecting over the surface of the river. I knew I
+stared down into a great void, but could hear no sound except a faint
+gurgle of water directly beneath. I closed the window shutter, and,
+urged by some impulse, crossed over to the door leading to the other
+apartment. It was a sleeping room, scarcely more than a large closet,
+with garments hanging on pegs against the logs, and two rude bunks
+opposite the door. But the thing which captured my eyes was a bag of
+brown leather lying on the floor at the head of one of the bunks--a
+shapeless bag, having no distinctive mark about it, and yet which I
+instantly recognized--since we left Quebec it had been in our boat.
+
+As I stood staring at it, I remembered the words of De Baugis, "your
+husband has been my guest." Ay, that was it--this had been Cassion's
+quarters since his arrival, and this was his bag, the one he kept
+beside him in the canoe, his private property. My heart beat wildly in
+the excitement of discovery, yet there was no hesitation; instantly I
+was upon my knees tugging at the straps. They yielded easily, and I
+forced the leather aside, gaining glimpse of the contents.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVII
+
+I SEND FOR DE TONTY
+
+
+I discovered nothing but clothes at first--moccasins, and numerous
+undergarments--together with a uniform, evidently new, and quite
+gorgeous. The removal of these, however, revealed a pocket in the
+leather side, securely fastened, and on opening this with trembling
+fingers, a number of papers were disclosed.
+
+Scarcely venturing to breathe, hardly knowing what I hoped to find,
+I drew these forth, and glanced hastily at them. Surely the man
+would bear nothing unimportant with him on such a journey; these
+must be papers of value, for I had noted with what care he had
+guarded the bag all the way. Yet at first I discovered nothing to
+reward my search--there was a package of letters, carefully bound with
+a strong cord, a commission from La Barre, creating Cassion a Major
+of Infantry, a number of receipts issued in Montreal, a list of
+goods purchased at St. Ignace, and a roster of men composing the
+expedition.
+
+At last from one corner of the pocket, I drew forth a number of
+closely written pages, evidently the Governor's instruction. They were
+traced in so fine a hand that I was obliged to return beside the fire
+to decipher their contents. They were written in detail, largely
+concerned with matters of routine, especially referring to relations
+with the garrison of the fort, and Cassion's authority over De Baugis,
+but the closing paragraph had evidently been added later, and had
+personal interest. It read: "Use your discretion as to De Artigny, but
+violence will hardly be safe; he is thought too well of by La Salle,
+and that fox may get Louis' ear again. We had best be cautious.
+Chevet, however, has no friends, and, I am told, possesses a list of
+the La Chesnayne property, and other documents which had best be
+destroyed. Do not fail in this, nor fear results. We have gone too far
+to hesitate now."
+
+I took this page, and thrust it into my breast. It was not much, and
+yet it might prove the one needed link. I ran through the packet of
+letters, but they apparently had no bearing on the case. Several were
+from women; others from officers, mere gossipy epistles of camp and
+field. Only one was from La Barre, and that contained nothing of
+importance, except the writer urged Cassion to postpone marriage until
+his return from the West, adding, "there is no suspicion, and I can
+easily keep things quiet until then."
+
+Assured that I had overlooked nothing, I thrust the various articles
+back, restrapped the bag, and returned to the outer room. As I paused
+before the fire, someone rapped at the door. I stood erect, my fingers
+gripping the pistol which I still retained. Again the raps sounded,
+clearly enough defined in the night, yet not violent, or threatening.
+
+"Who is there?" I asked.
+
+"Your husband, my dear--Francois Cassion."
+
+"But why do you come? It was the pledge of De Baugis that I was to be
+left here alone."
+
+"A fair pledge enough, although I was not consulted. From the look of
+your eyes little difference if I had been. You are as sweet in
+disposition as ever, my dear; yet never mind that--we'll soon settle
+our case now, I warrant you. Meanwhile I am content to wait until my
+time comes. 'Tis not you I seek tonight, but my dressing case."
+
+"Your dressing case?"
+
+"Ay, you know it well, a brown leather bag I bore with me during our
+journey."
+
+"And where is it, Monsieur?"
+
+"Beneath the bunk in the sleeping room. Pass it out to me, and I will
+ask no more."
+
+"'Twill be safer if you keep your word," I said quietly, "for I still
+carry Hugo Chevet's pistol, and know how to use it. Draw away from the
+door, Monsieur, and I will thrust out the bag."
+
+I lowered the bar, opening the door barely wide enough to permit the
+bag's passage. The light from the fire gleamed on the barrel of the
+pistol held in my hand. It was the work of an instant, and I saw
+nothing of Cassion, but, as the door closed, he laughed scornfully.
+
+"Tis your game tonight, Madame," he said spitefully, "but tomorrow I
+play my hand. I thank you for the bag, as it contains my commission.
+By virtue of it I shall assume command of this Fort St. Louis, and I
+know how to deal with murderers. I congratulate you on your lover,
+Madame--good night."
+
+I dropped into the nearest seat, trembling in every limb. It was not
+personal fear, nor did I in my heart resent the insult of his last
+words. De Artigny was my lover, not in mere lip service, but in fact.
+I was not ashamed, but proud, to know this was true. The only thing of
+which I was ashamed was my relationship with Cassion; and my only
+thought now was how that relationship could be ended, and De Artigny's
+life saved. The paper I had found was indeed of value, yet I realized
+it alone was not enough to offset the charges which Cassion would
+support by his own evidence and that of his men. This mere suggestion
+in La Barre's handwriting meant nothing unless we could discover also
+in Cassion's possession the documents taken from Chevet And these,
+beyond doubt, had been destroyed. Over and over again in my mind I
+turned these thoughts, but only to grow more confused and uncertain.
+All the powers of hate were arrayed against us, and I felt helpless
+and alone.
+
+I must have slept finally from sheer exhaustion, although I made no
+attempt to lie down. It was broad daylight, when I awoke, aroused by
+pounding on the door. To my inquiry a voice announced food, and I
+lowered the bar, permitting an orderly to enter bearing a tray, which
+he deposited on the table. Without speaking he turned to leave the
+room, but I suddenly felt courage to address him.
+
+"You were not of our party," I said gravely. "Are you a soldier of M.
+de Baugis?"
+
+"No, Madame," and he turned facing me, his countenance a pleasant one.
+"I am not a soldier at all, but I serve M. de Tonty."
+
+"Ah, I am glad of that. You will bear to your master a message?"
+
+"Perhaps, Madame," his tone somewhat doubtful. "You are the wife of
+Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+"Do not hesitate because of that," I hastened to say, believing I
+understood his meaning. "While it is true I am legally the wife of
+Francois Cassion, my sympathies now are altogether with the Sieur de
+Artigny. I would have you ask M. de Tonty to confer with me."
+
+"Yes, Madame."
+
+"You have served with De Artigny? You know him well?"
+
+"Three years, Madame; twice he saved my life on the great river. M. de
+Tonty shall receive your message."
+
+I could not eat, although I made the endeavor, and finally crossed to
+the window, opened the heavy wooden shutters, and gazed without. What
+a marvelous scene that was! Never before had my eyes looked upon so
+fair a view, and I stood silent, and fascinated. My window opened to
+the westward, and I gazed down from the very edge of the vast rock
+into the wide valley. Great tree tops were below, and I had to lean
+far out to see the silvery waters lapping the base of the precipice,
+but, a little beyond, the full width of the noble stream became
+visible, decked with islands, and winding here and there between
+green-clad banks, until it disappeared in the far distance. The sun
+touched all with gold; the wide meadows opposite were vivid green,
+while many of the trees crowning the bluffs had already taken on rich
+autumnal coloring. Nor was there anywhere in all that broad expanse,
+sign of war or death. It was a scene of peace, so silent, so
+beautiful, that I could not conceive this as a land of savage cruelty.
+Far away, well beyond rifle shot, two loaded canoes appeared, skimming
+the surface of the river. Beyond these, where the meadows swept down
+to the stream, I could perceive black heaps of ashes, and here and
+there spirals of smoke, the only visible symbols of destruction. A
+haze hid the distant hills, giving to them a purple tinge, like a
+frame encircling the picture. It was all so soft in coloring my mind
+could not grasp the fact that we were besieged by warriors of the
+Iroquois, and that this valley was even now being swept and harried by
+those wild raiders of the woods.
+
+I had neglected to bar the door, and as I stood there gazing in
+breathless fascination, a sudden step on the floor caused me to turn
+in alarm. My eyes encountered those of De Tonty, who stood hat in
+hand.
+
+"Tis a fair view, Madame," he said politely. "In all my travels I have
+seen no nobler domain."
+
+"It hath a peaceful look," I answered, still struggling with the
+memory. "Can it be true the savages hold the valley?"
+
+"All too true--see, yonder, where the smoke still shows, dwelt the
+Kaskaskias. Not a lodge is left, and the bodies of their dead strew
+the ground. Along those meadows three weeks since there were the happy
+villages of twelve tribes of peaceful Indians; today those who yet
+live are fleeing for their lives."
+
+"And this fort, Monsieur?"
+
+"Safe enough, I think, although no one of us can venture ten yards
+beyond the gate. The Rock protects us, Madame, yet we are greatly
+outnumbered, and with no ammunition to waste. 'Twas the surprise of
+the raid which left us thus helpless. Could we have been given time to
+gather our friendly Indians together the story would be different."
+
+"They are not cowards then?"
+
+"Not with proper leadership. We have seen them fight often since we
+invaded this land. 'Tis my thought many of them are hiding now beyond
+those hills, and may find some way to reach us. I suspected such an
+effort last night, when I sent out the rescue party which brought you
+in. Ah, that reminds me, Madame; you sent for me?"
+
+"Yes, M. de Tonty. I can speak to you frankly? You are the friend of
+Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"Faith, I hope I am, Madame, but I know not what has got into the
+lad--he will tell me nothing."
+
+"I suspected as much, Monsieur. It was for that reason I have sent for
+you. He has not even told you the story of our journey?"
+
+"Ay, as brief as a military report--not a fact I could not have
+guessed. There is a secret here, which I have not discovered. Why is
+M. Cassion so wild for the lad's blood? and how came there to be
+trouble between Rene, and the fur trader? Bah! I know the lad is no
+murderer, but no one will tell me the facts."
+
+"Then I will, Monsieur," I said gravely. "It was because of my belief
+that Sieur de Artigny would refuse explanation that I sent for you.
+The truth need not be concealed; not from you, at least, the commander
+of Fort St. Louis--"
+
+"Pardon, Madame, but I am not that. La Salle left me in command with
+less than a dozen men. De Baugis came later, under commission from La
+Barre, but he also had but a handful of followers. To save quarrel we
+agreed to divide authority, and so got along fairly well, until M.
+Cassion arrived with his party. Then the odds were altogether on the
+other side, and De Baugis assumed command by sheer force of rifles.
+'Twas La Salle's wish that no resistance be made, but, faith, with the
+Indians scattered, I had no power. This morning things have taken a
+new phase. An hour ago M. Cassion assumed command of the garrison by
+virtue of a commission he produced from the Governor La Barre, naming
+him major of infantry. This gives him rank above Captain de Baugis,
+and, besides, he bore also a letter authorizing him to take command of
+all French troops in this valley, if, in his judgment, circumstances
+rendered it necessary. No doubt he deemed this the proper occasion."
+
+"To assure the conviction, and death of De Artigny?" I asked, as he
+paused. "That is your meaning, Monsieur?"
+
+"I cannot see it otherwise," he answered slowly, "although I hesitate
+to make so grave a charge in your presence, Madame. Our situation here
+is scarcely grave enough to warrant his action, for the fort is in no
+serious danger from the Iroquois. De Baugis, while no friend of mine,
+is still a fair minded man, and merciful. He cannot be made a tool for
+any purpose of revenge. This truth Major Cassion has doubtless
+learned, and hence assumes command himself to carry out his plans."
+
+I looked into the soldier's dark, clear-cut face, feeling a confidence
+in him, which impelled me to hold out my hand.
+
+"M. de Tonty," I said, determined now to address him in all frankness.
+"It is true that I am legally the wife of this man of whom you speak,
+but this only enables me to know his motives better. This condemnation
+of Sieur de Artigny is not his plan alone; it was born in the brain of
+La Barre, and Cassion merely executes his orders. I have here the
+written instructions under which he operates."
+
+I held out to him the page from La Barre's letter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII
+
+THE COURT MARTIAL
+
+
+De Tonty took the paper from my hand, glanced at it, then lifted his
+eyes inquiringly to mine.
+
+"'Tis in the governor's own hand. How came this in your possession?"
+
+"I found it in Cassion's private bag last night, under the berth
+yonder. Later he came and carried the bag away, never suspecting it
+had been opened. His commission was there also. Read it, Monsieur."
+
+He did so slowly, carefully, seeming to weigh every word, his eyes
+darkening, and a flush creeping into his swarthy cheeks.
+
+"Madame," he exclaimed at last. "I care not whether the man be your
+husband, but this is a damnable conspiracy, hatched months ago in
+Quebec."
+
+I bowed my head.
+
+"Beyond doubt, Monsieur."
+
+"And you found nothing more? no documents taken from Hugo Chevet?"
+
+"None, Monsieur; they were either destroyed in accordance with La
+Barre's instructions, or else M. Cassion has them on his person."
+
+"But I do not understand the reason for such foul treachery. What
+occurred back in New France to cause the murder of Chevet, and this
+attempt to convict De Artigny of the crime?"
+
+"Sit here, Monsieur," I said, my voice trembling, "and I will tell you
+the whole story. I must tell you, for there is no one else in Fort St.
+Louis whom I can trust."
+
+He sat silent, and bareheaded, his eyes never leaving my face as I
+spoke. At first I hesitated, my words hard to control, but as I
+continued, and felt his sympathy, speech became easier. All
+unconsciously his hand reached out and rested on mine, as though in
+encouragement, and only twice did he interrupt my narrative with
+questions. I told the tale simply, concealing nothing, not even my
+growing love for De Artigny. The man listening inspired my utmost
+confidence--I sought his respect and faith. As I came to the end his
+hand grasp tightened, but, for a moment, he remained motionless and
+silent, his eyes grave with thought.
+
+"'Tis a strange, sad case," he said finally, "and the end is hard to
+determine. I believe you, Madame, and honor your choice. The case is
+strong against De Artigny; even your testimony is not for his defense.
+Does M. Cassion know you saw the young man that night?"
+
+"He has dropped a remark, or two, which shows suspicion. Possibly some
+one of the men saw me outside the Mission House, and made report."
+
+"Then he will call you as witness. If I know the nature of Cassion his
+plan of trial is a mere form, although doubtless he will ask the
+presence of Captain de Baugis, and M. de la Durantaye. Neither will
+oppose him, so long as he furnishes the proof necessary to convict. He
+will give his evidence, and call the Indian, and perchance a soldier
+or two, who will swear to whatever he wishes. If needed he may bring
+you in also to strengthen the case. De Artigny will make no defense,
+because he has no witnesses, and because he has a fool notion that he
+might compromise you by telling the whole truth."
+
+"Then there is no hope? nothing we can do?"
+
+"No, Madame; not now. I shall not be consulted, nor asked to be
+present. I am under strict order from La Salle not to oppose La
+Barre's officers, and, even if I were disposed to disobey my chief, I
+possess no force with which to act. I have but ten men on whom I could
+rely, while they number over forty." He leaned closer, whispering,
+"Our policy is to wait, and act after the prisoner has been
+condemned."
+
+"How? You mean a rescue?"
+
+"Ay, there lies the only hope. There is one man here who can turn the
+trick. He is De Artigny's comrade and friend. Already he has outlined
+a plan to me, but I gave no encouragement. Yet, now, that I know the
+truth, I shall not oppose. Have you courage, Madame, to give him your
+assistance? 'Tis like to be a desperate venture."
+
+I drew a deep breath, but with no sense of fear.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur. Who is the man I am to trust?"
+
+"Francois de Boisrondet, the one who led the rescue party last
+night."
+
+"A gallant lad."
+
+"Ay, a gentleman of France, a daring heart. Tonight--"
+
+The door opened, and the figure of a man stood outlined against the
+brighter glow without. De Tonty was on his feet fronting the newcomer,
+ere I even realized it was Cassion who stood there, glaring at us.
+Behind him two soldiers waited in the sunshine.
+
+"What is the meaning of this, M. de Tonty?" he exclaimed, with no
+pretense at friendliness. "A rather early morning call, regarding
+which I was not even consulted. Have husbands no rights in this
+wilderness paradise?"
+
+"Such rights as they uphold," returned the Italian, erect and
+motionless. "I am always at your service, M. Cassion. Madame and I
+have conversed without permission. If that be crime I answer for it
+now, or when you will."
+
+It was in Cassion's heart to strike. I read the desire in his eyes, in
+the swift clutch at his sword hilt; but the sarcastic smile on De
+Tonty's thin lips robbed him of courage.
+
+"'Tis best you curb your tongue," he snarled, "or I will have you in
+the guardhouse with De Artigny. I command now."
+
+"So I hear. Doubtless you could convict me as easily."
+
+"What do you mean?"
+
+"Only that your whole case is a tissue of lies."
+
+"Pah! you have her word for it, no doubt. But you will all sing a
+different song presently. Ay, and it will be her testimony which will
+hang the villain."
+
+"What is this you say, Monsieur--my testimony?"
+
+"Just that--the tale of what you saw in the Mission garden at St.
+Ignace. _Sacre_, that shot hits, does it! You thought me asleep, and
+with no knowledge of your escapade, but I had other eyes open that
+night, my lady. Now will you confess the truth?"
+
+"I shall conceal nothing, Monsieur."
+
+"'Twill be best that you make no attempt," he sneered, his old
+braggart spirit reasserting itself as De Tonty kept silent. "I have
+guard here to escort you to the Commandant's office."
+
+"You do me honor." I turned to De Tonty. "Shall I go, Monsieur?"
+
+"I think it best, Madame," he replied soberly, his dark eyes
+contemptuously surveying Cassion. "To refuse would only strengthen the
+case against the prisoner. M. Cassion will not, I am sure, deny me the
+privilege of accompanying you. Permit me to offer my arm."
+
+I did not glance toward Cassion, but felt no doubt as to the look on
+his face; yet he would think twice before laying hand on this stern
+soldier who had offered me protection. The guard at the door fell
+aside promptly, and permitted us to pass. Some order was spoken, in a
+low tone, and they fell in behind with rifles at trail. Once in the
+open I became, for the first time, aware of irregular rifle firing,
+and observed in surprise, men posted upon a narrow staging along the
+side of the log stockade.
+
+"Is the fort being attacked?" I asked.
+
+"There has been firing for some days," he answered, "but no real
+attack. The savages merely hide yonder amid the rocks and woods, and
+strive to keep us from venturing down the trail. Twice we have made
+sortie, and driven them away, but 'tis a useless waste of fighting."
+He called to a man posted above the gate. "How is it this morning,
+Jules?"
+
+The soldier glanced about cautiously, keeping his head below cover.
+
+"Thick as flies out there, Monsieur," he answered, "and with a
+marksman or two among them. Not ten minutes since Bowain got a ball in
+his head."
+
+"And no orders to clear the devils out?"
+
+"No, Monsieur--only to watch that they do not form for a rush."
+
+The Commandant's office was built against the last stockade--a log hut
+no more pretentious than the others. A sentry stood at each side of
+the closed door, but De Tonty ignored them, and ushered me into the
+room. It was not large, and was already well filled, a table littered
+with papers occupying the central space, De Baugis and De la Durantaye
+seated beside it, while numerous other figures were standing pressed
+against the walls. I recognized the familiar faces of several of our
+party, but before I recovered from my first embarrassment De Baugis
+arose, and with much politeness offered me a chair.
+
+De Tonty remained beside me, his hand resting on my chair back, as he
+coolly surveyed the scene. Cassion pushed past, and occupied a vacant
+chair, between the other officers, laying his sword on the table. My
+eyes swept about the circle of faces seeking De Artigny, but he was
+not present. But for a slight shuffling of feet, the silence was
+oppressive. Cassion's unpleasant voice broke the stillness.
+
+"M. de Tonty, there is a chair yonder reserved for your use."
+
+"I prefer remaining beside Madame Cassion," he answered calmly. "It
+would seem she has few friends in this company."
+
+"We are all her friends," broke in De Baugis, his face flushing, "but
+we are here to do justice, and avenge a foul crime. 'Tis told us that
+madame possesses certain knowledge which has not been revealed. Other
+witnesses have testified, and we would now listen to her word.
+Sergeant of the guard, bring in the prisoner."
+
+He entered by way of the rear door, manacled, and with an armed
+soldier on either side. Coatless and bareheaded, he stood erect in the
+place assigned him, and as his eyes swept the faces, his stern look
+changed to a smile as his glance met mine. My eyes were still upon
+him, seeking eagerly for some message of guidance, when Cassion
+spoke.
+
+"M. de Baugis will question the witness."
+
+"The court will pardon me," said De Artigny. "The witness to be heard
+is Madame?"
+
+"Certainly; what means your interruption?"
+
+"To spare the lady unnecessary embarrassment. She is my friend, and,
+no doubt, may find it difficult to testify against me. I merely
+venture to ask her to give this court the exact truth."
+
+"Your words are impertinent."
+
+"No, M. de Baugis," I broke in, understanding all that was meant.
+"Sieur de Artigny has spoken in kindness, and has my thanks. I am
+ready now to bear witness frankly."
+
+Cassion leaned over whispering, but De Baugis merely frowned, and
+shook his head, his eyes on my face. I felt the friendly touch of M.
+de Tonty's hand on my shoulder, and the slight pressure brought me
+courage.
+
+"What is it you desire me to tell, Monsieur?"
+
+"The story of your midnight visit to the Mission garden at St. Ignace,
+the night Hugo Chevet was killed. Tell it in your own words, Madame."
+
+As I began my voice trembled, and I was obliged to grip the arms of
+the chair to keep myself firm. There was a mist before my eyes, and I
+saw only De Artigny's face, as he leaned forward eagerly listening.
+Not even he realized all I had witnessed that night, and yet I must
+tell the truth--the whole truth, even though the telling cost his
+life. The words came faster, and my nerves ceased to throb. I read
+sympathy in De Baugis' eyes, and addressed him alone. Twice he asked
+me questions, in so kindly a manner as to win instant reply, and once
+he checked Cassion when he attempted to interrupt, his voice stern
+with authority. I told the story simply, plainly, with no attempt at
+equivocation, and when I ceased speaking the room was as silent as a
+tomb. De Baugis sat motionless, but Cassion stared at me across the
+table, his face dark with passion.
+
+"Wait," he cried as though thinking me about to rise. "There are
+questions yet."
+
+ "Monsieur," said De Baugis coldly. "If there are questions it is my
+place to ask them."
+
+"Ay," angrily beating his hand on the board, "but it is plain to be
+seen the woman has bewitched you. No, I will not be denied; I am
+Commandant here, and with force enough behind me to make my will law.
+Scowl if you will, but here is La Barre's commission, and I dare you
+ignore it. So answer me, Madame--you saw De Artigny bend over the body
+of Chevet--was your uncle then dead?"
+
+"I know not, Monsieur; but there was no movement."
+
+"Why did you make no report?--was it to shield De Artigny?"
+
+I hesitated, yet the answer had to be made.
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny was my friend, Monsieur. I did not believe him
+guilty, yet my evidence would have cast suspicion upon him. I felt it
+best to remain still, and wait."
+
+"You suspected another?"
+
+"Not then, Monsieur, but since."
+
+Cassion sat silent, not overly pleased with my reply, but De Baugis
+smiled grimly.
+
+"By my faith," he said, "the tale gathers interest. You have grown to
+suspicion another since, Madame--dare you name the man?"
+
+My eyes sought the face of De Tonty, and he nodded gravely.
+
+"It can do no harm, Madame," he muttered softly. "Put the paper in De
+Baugis' hand."
+
+I drew it, crumpled, from out the bosom of my dress, rose to my feet,
+and held it forth to the Captain of Dragoons. He grasped it
+wonderingly.
+
+"What is this, Madame?"
+
+"One page from a letter of instruction. Read it, Monsieur; you will
+recognize the handwriting."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIX
+
+CONDEMNED
+
+
+He opened the paper gravely, shadowing the page with one hand so that
+Cassion was prevented from seeing the words. He read slowly, a frown
+on his face.
+
+"'Tis the writing of Governor La Barre, although unsigned," he said at
+last.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"How came the page in your possession?"
+
+"I removed it last night from a leather bag found beneath the sleeping
+bunk in the quarters assigned me."
+
+"Do you know whose bag it was?"
+
+"Certainly; it was in the canoe with me all the way from Quebec--M.
+Cassion's."
+
+"Your husband?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+De Baugis' eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at me; then his glance
+fell upon Cassion, who was leaning forward, his mouth open, his face
+ashen gray. He straightened up as he met De Baugis' eyes, and gave
+vent to an irritating laugh.
+
+"_Sacre_, 'tis quite melodramatic," he exclaimed harshly. "But of
+little value else. I acknowledge the letter, M. de Baugis, but it
+bears no relation to this affair. Perchance it was unhappily worded,
+so that this woman, eager to save her lover from punishment--"
+
+De Tonty was on his feet, his sword half drawn.
+
+"'Tis a foul lie," he thundered hotly. "I will not stand silent before
+such words."
+
+"Messieurs," and De Baugis struck the table. "This is a court, not a
+mess room. Be seated, M. de Tonty; no one in my presence will be
+permitted to besmirch the honor of Captain la Chesnayne's daughter.
+Yet I must agree with Major Cassion that this letter in no way proves
+that he resorted to violence, or was even urged to do so. The governor
+in all probability suggested other means. I could not be led to
+believe he countenanced the commission of crime, and shall ask to read
+the remainder of his letter before rendering decision. You found no
+other documents, Madame?"
+
+"None bearing on this case."
+
+"The papers supposed to be taken from the dead body of Chevet?"
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+"Then I cannot see that the status of the prisoner is changed, or that
+we have any reason to charge the crime to another. You are excused,
+Madame, while we listen to such other witnesses as may be called."
+
+"You wish me to retire?"
+
+"I would prefer you do so."
+
+I arose to my feet, hesitating and uncertain. It was evident enough
+that the court intended to convict the prisoner. All the hatred and
+dislike engendered by years of controversy with La Salle, all the
+quarrels and misunderstandings of the past few months between the two
+rival commanders at the fort, was now finding natural outlet in this
+trial of Rene de Artigny. He was officer of La Salle, friend of De
+Tonty, and through his conviction they could strike at the men they
+both hated and feared. More, they realized also that such action would
+please La Barre. Whatever else had been accomplished by my exhibit of
+the governor's letter, it had clearly shown De Baugis that his master
+desired the overthrow of the young explorer. And while he felt slight
+friendship for Cassion, he was still La Barre's man, and would obey
+his orders. He wished me out of the way for a purpose. What purpose?
+That I might not hear the lying testimony of those soldiers and
+Indians, who would swear as they were told.
+
+Tears misted my eyes, so the faces about me were blurred, but, before
+I could find words in which to voice my indignation, De Tonty stood
+beside me, and grasped my arm.
+
+"There is no use, Madame," he said coldly enough, although his voice
+shook. "You only invite insult when you deal with such curs. They
+represent their master, and have made verdict already--let us go."
+
+De Baugis, Cassion, De la Durantaye were upon their feet, but the
+dragoon first found voice.
+
+"Were those words addressed to me, M. de Tonty?"
+
+"Ay, and why not! You are no more than La Barre's dog. Listen to me,
+all three of you. 'Twas Sieur de la Salle's orders that I open the
+gates of this fort to your entrance, and that I treat you courteously.
+I have done so, although you took my kindness to be sign of weakness,
+and have lorded it mightily since you came. But this is the end; from
+now it is war between us, Messieurs, and we will fight in the open.
+Convict Rene de Artigny from the lies of these hirelings, and you pay
+the reckoning at the point of my sword. I make no threat, but this is
+the pledged word of Henri de Tonty. Make passage there! Come,
+Madame."
+
+No one stopped us; no voice answered him. Almost before I realized the
+action, we were outside in the sunlight, and he was smiling into my
+face, his dark eyes full of cheer.
+
+"It will make them pause and think--what I said," he exclaimed, "yet
+will not change the result."
+
+"They will convict?"
+
+"Beyond doubt, Madame. They are La Barre's men, and hold commission
+only at his pleasure. With M. de la Durantaye it is different, for he
+was soldier of Frontenac's, yet I have no hope he will dare stand out
+against the rest. We must find another way to save the lad, but when I
+leave you at the door yonder I am out of it."
+
+"You, Monsieur! what can I hope to accomplish without your aid?"
+
+"Far more than with it, especially if I furnish a good substitute. I
+shall be watched now, every step I take. 'Tis like enough De Baugis
+will send me challenge, though the danger that Cassion would do so is
+slight. It is the latter who will have me watched. No, Madame,
+Boisrondet is the lad who must find a way out for the prisoner; they
+will never suspicion him, and the boy will enjoy the trick. Tonight,
+when the fort becomes quiet, he will find way to explain his plans.
+Have your room dark, and the window open."
+
+"There is but one, Monsieur, outward, above the precipice."
+
+"That will be his choice; he can reach you thus unseen. 'Tis quite
+possible a guard may be placed at your door."
+
+He left me, and walked straight across the parade to his own
+quarters, an erect, manly figure in the sun, his long black hair
+falling to his shoulders. I drew a chair beside the door, which I
+left partially open, so that I might view the scene without. There
+was no firing now, although soldiers were grouped along the
+western stockade, keeping guard over the gate. I sat there for
+perhaps an hour, my thoughts sad enough, yet unconsciously gaining
+courage and hope from the memory of De Tonty's words of confidence.
+He was not a man to fail in any deed of daring, and I had already seen
+enough of this young Boisrondet, and heard enough of his exploits, to
+feel implicit trust in his plans of rescue. Occasionally a soldier of
+the garrison, or a _courier du bois_, of La Salle's company, passed,
+glancing at me curiously, yet I recognized no familiar face, and
+made no attempt to speak, lest the man might prove an enemy. I could
+see the door of the guardhouse, and, at last, those in attendance
+at the trial emerged, talking gravely, as they scattered in
+various directions. The three officers came forth together, proceeding
+directly across toward De Tonty's office, evidently with some
+purpose in view. No doubt, angered at his words, they sought
+satisfaction. I watched until they disappeared within the distant
+doorway, De Baugis the first to enter. A moment later one of the
+soldiers who had accompanied us from Quebec, a rather pleasant-faced
+lad, whose injured hand I had dressed at St. Ignace, approached where
+I sat, and lifted his hand in salute.
+
+"A moment, Jules," I said swiftly. "You were at the trial?"
+
+"Yes, Madame."
+
+"And the result?"
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny was held guilty, Madame," he said regretfully,
+glancing about as though to assure himself alone. "The three officers
+agreed on the verdict, although I know some of the witnesses lied."
+
+"You know--who?"
+
+"My own mate for one--Georges Descartes; he swore to seeing De Artigny
+follow Chevet from the boats, and that was not true, for we were
+together all that day. I would have said so, but the court bade me be
+still."
+
+"Ay, they were not seeking such testimony. No matter what you said,
+Jules, De Artigny would have been condemned--it was La Barre's
+orders."
+
+"Yes, Madame, so I thought."
+
+"Did the Sieur de Artigny speak?"
+
+"A few words, Madame, until M. Cassion ordered him to remain still.
+Then M. de Baugis pronounced sentence--it was that he be shot
+tomorrow."
+
+"The hour?"
+
+"I heard none mentioned, Madame."
+
+"And a purpose in that also to my mind. This gives them twenty-four
+hours in which to consummate murder. They fear De Tonty and his men
+may attempt rescue; 'tis to find out the three have gone now to his
+quarters. That is all, Jules; you had best not be seen talking here
+with me."
+
+I closed the door, and dropped the bar securely into place. I knew the
+worst now, and felt sick and faint. Tears would not come to relieve,
+yet it seemed as though my brain ceased working, as if I had lost all
+physical and mental power. I know not how long I sat there, dazed,
+incompetent to even express the vague thoughts which flashed through
+my brain. A rapping on the door aroused me. The noise, the insistent
+raps awoke me as from sleep.
+
+"Who wishes entrance?"
+
+"I--Cassion; I demand speech with you."
+
+"For what purpose, Monsieur?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ Does a man have to give excuse for desiring to speak with
+his own wife? Open the door, or I'll have it broken in. Have you not
+yet learned I am master here?"
+
+I drew the bar, no longer with any sense of fear, but impelled by a
+desire to hear the man's message. I stepped back, taking refuge behind
+the table, as the door opened, and he strode in, glancing first at me,
+then suspiciously about the apartment.
+
+"You are alone?"
+
+"Assuredly, Monsieur; did you suspect others to be present?"
+
+"Hell's fire! How did I know; you have time enough to spare for
+others, although I have had no word with you since you came. I come
+now only to tell you the news."
+
+"If it be the condemnation of Sieur de Artigny, you may spare your
+words."
+
+"You know that! Who brought you the message?"
+
+"What difference, Monsieur? I would know the result without messenger.
+You have done your master's will. What said De Tonty when you told
+him?"
+
+Cassion laughed, as though the memory was pleasant.
+
+"Faith, Madame, if you base your hopes there on rescue you'll scarce
+meet with great result. De Tonty is all bark. _Mon Dieu!_ I went in to
+hold him to account for his insult, and the fellow met us with such
+gracious speech, that the four of us drank together like old comrades.
+The others are there yet, but I had a proposition to make you--so I
+left them."
+
+"A proposition, Monsieur?"
+
+"Ay, a declaration of peace, if you will. Listen Adele, for this is
+the last time I speak you thus fairly. I have this De Artigny just
+where I want him now. His life is in my hands. I can squeeze it out
+like that; or I can open my fingers, and let him go. Now you are to
+decide which it is to be. Here is where you choose, between that
+forest brat and me."
+
+"Choose between you? Monsieur you must make your meaning more clear."
+
+"_Mon Dieu_, is it not clear already? Then I will make it so. You are
+my wife by law of Holy Church. Never have you loved me, yet I can pass
+that by, if you grant me a husband's right. This De Artigny has come
+between us, and now his life is in my hands. I know not that you love
+the brat, yet you have that interest in him which would prevent
+forgiveness of me if I show no mercy. So now I come and offer you his
+life, if you consent to be my wife in truth. Is that fair?"
+
+"It may so sound," I answered calmly, "yet the sacrifice is all mine.
+How would you save the man?"
+
+"By affording him opportunity to escape during the night; first
+accepting his pledge never to see you again."
+
+"Think you he would give such pledge?"
+
+Cassion laughed sarcastically.
+
+"Bah, what man would not to save his life! It is for you to speak the
+word."
+
+I stood silent, hesitating to give final answer. Had I truly believed
+De Artigny's case hopeless I might have yielded, and made pledge. But
+as I gazed into Cassion's face, smiling with assurance of victory, all
+my dislike of the man returned, and I shrank back in horror. The
+sacrifice was too much, too terrible; besides I had faith in the
+promises of De Tonty, in the daring of Boisrondet. I would trust them,
+aye, and myself, to find some other way of rescue.
+
+"Monsieur," I said firmly, "I understand your proposition, and refuse
+it. I will make no pledge."
+
+"You leave him to die?"
+
+"If it be God's will. I cannot dishonor myself, even to save life. You
+have my answer. I bid you go."
+
+Never did I see such look of beastly rage in the face of any man. He
+had lost power of speech, but his fingers clutched as though he had my
+throat in their grip. Frightened, I stepped back, and Chevet's pistol
+gleamed in my hand.
+
+"You hear me, Monsieur--go!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXX
+
+I CHOOSE MY FUTURE
+
+
+He backed out the door, growling and threatening. I caught little of
+what he said, nor did I in the least care. All I asked, or desired,
+was to be alone, to be free of his presence. I swung the door in his
+very face, and fastened the bar. Through the thick wood his voice
+still penetrated in words of hatred. Then it ceased, and I was alone
+in the silence, sinking down nerveless beside the table, my face
+buried in my hands.
+
+I had done right; I knew I had done right, yet the reaction left me
+weak and pulseless. I saw now clearly what must be done. Never could I
+live with this Cassion; never again could I acknowledge him as
+husband. Right or wrong, whatever the Church might do, or the world
+might say, I had come to the parting of the ways; here and now I must
+choose my own life, obey the dictates of my own conscience. I had been
+wedded by fraud to a man I despised; my hatred had grown until now I
+knew that I would rather be dead than live in his presence.
+
+If this state of mind was sin, it was beyond my power to rid myself of
+the curse; if I was already condemned of Holy Church because of
+failure to abide by her decree, then there was naught left but for me
+to seek my own happiness, and the happiness of the man I loved.
+
+I lifted my head, strengthened by the very thought, the red blood
+tingling again through my veins. The truth was mine; I felt no
+inclination to obscure it. The time had come for rejoicing, and
+action. I loved Rene de Artigny, and, although he had never spoken the
+word, I knew he loved me. Tomorrow he would be in exile, a wanderer of
+the woods, an escaped prisoner, under condemnation of death, never
+again safe within reach of French authority. Ay, but he should not go
+alone; in the depths of those forests, beyond the arm of the law,
+beyond even the grasp of the Church, we should be together. In our own
+hearts love would justify. Without a qualm of conscience, without even
+a lingering doubt, I made the choice, the final decision.
+
+I know not how long it took me to think this all out, until I had
+accepted fate; but I do know the decision brought happiness and
+courage. Food was brought me by a strange Indian, apparently unable
+to speak French; nor would he even enter the room, silently handing
+me the platter through the open door. Two sentries stood just
+without--soldiers of De Baugis, I guessed, as their features were
+unfamiliar. They gazed at me curiously, as I stood in the doorway, but
+without changing their attitudes. Plainly I was held prisoner also;
+M. Cassion's threat was being put into execution. This knowledge
+merely served to strengthen my decision, and I closed, and barred
+the door again, smiling as I did so.
+
+It grew dusk while I made almost vain effort to eat, and, at last,
+pushing the pewter plate away, I crossed over, and cautiously opened
+the wooden shutter of the window. The red light of the sunset still
+illumined the western sky, and found glorious reflection along the
+surface of the river. It was a dizzy drop to the bed of the stream
+below, but Indians were on the opposite bank, beyond rifle shot, in
+considerable force, a half-dozen canoes drawn up on the sandy shore,
+and several fires burning. They were too far away for me to judge
+their tribe, yet a number among them sported war bonnets, and I had no
+doubt they were Iroquois.
+
+So far as I could perceive elsewhere there was no movement, as my eyes
+traveled the half circle, over a wide vista of hill and dale, green
+valley and dark woods, although to the left I could occasionally hear
+the sharp report of a rifle, in evidence that besieging savages were
+still watchful of the fort entrance. I could not lean out far enough
+to see in that direction, yet as the night grew darker the vicious
+spits of fire became visible. Above me the solid log walls arose but a
+few feet--a tall man might stand upon the window ledge, and find grip
+of the roof; but below was the sheer drop to the river--perchance two
+hundred feet beneath. Already darkness shrouded the water, as the
+broad valley faded into the gloom of the night.
+
+There was naught for me to do but sit and wait. The guard which M.
+Cassion had stationed at the door prevented my leaving the room, but
+its more probable purpose was to keep others from communicating with
+me. De Tonty had evidently resorted to diplomacy, and instead of
+quarreling with the three officers when they approached him, had
+greeted them all so genially as to leave the impression that he was
+disposed to permit matters to take their natural course. He might be
+watched of course, yet was no longer suspicioned as likely to help
+rescue the prisoner. All their fear now was centered upon me, and my
+possible influence.
+
+If I could be kept from any further communication with either De
+Artigny, or De Tonty, it was scarcely probable that any of the
+garrison would make serious effort to interfere with their plans. De
+Tonty's apparent indifference, and his sudden friendliness with De
+Baugis and Cassion, did not worry me greatly. I realized his purpose
+in thus diverting suspicion. His pledge of assistance had been given
+me, and his was the word of a soldier and gentleman. In some manner,
+and soon--before midnight certainly--I would receive message from
+Boisrondet.
+
+Yet my heart failed me more than once as I waited. How long the time
+seemed, and how deadly silent was the night. Crouched close beside the
+door I could barely hear the muttered conversation of the soldiers on
+guard; and when I crossed to the open window I looked out upon a black
+void, utterly soundless. Not even the distant crack of a rifle now
+broke the solemn stillness, and the only spot of color visible was the
+dull red glow of a campfire on the opposite bank of the river. I had
+no way of computing time, and the lagging hours seemed centuries long,
+as terrifying doubts assailed me.
+
+Every new thought became an agony of suspense. Had the plans failed?
+Had Boisrondet discovered the prisoner so closely guarded as to make
+rescue impossible? Had his nerve, his daring, vanished before the real
+danger of the venture? Had De Artigny refused to accept the chance?
+What had happened; what was happening out there in the mystery?
+
+All I could do was pray, and wait. Perhaps no word would be given
+me--the escape might already be accomplished, and I left here to my
+fate. Boisrondet knew nothing of my decision to accompany De Artigny
+in his exile. If the way was difficult and dangerous, he might not
+consider it essential to communicate with me at all. De Tonty had
+promised, to be sure, yet he might have failed to so instruct the
+younger man. I clung to the window, the agony of this possibility,
+driving me wild.
+
+_Mon Dieu!_ was that a noise overhead? I could see nothing, yet, as I
+leaned further out, a cord touched my face. I grasped it, and drew the
+dangling end in. It was weighted with a bit of wood. A single coal
+glowed in the fireplace, and from this I ignited a splinter, barely
+yielding me light enough to decipher the few words traced on the white
+surface: "Safe so far; have you any word?"
+
+My veins throbbed; I could have screamed in delight, or sobbed in
+sudden joy and relief. I fairly crept to the window on hands and
+knees, animated now with but one thought, one hope--the desire not to
+be left here behind, alone. I hung far out, my face upturned, staring
+into the darkness. The distance was not great, only a few feet to the
+roof above, yet so black was the night that the edge above me blended
+imperceptibly against the sky. I could perceive no movement, no
+outline. Could they have already gone? Was it possible that they
+merely dropped this brief message, and instantly vanished? No, the
+cord still dangled; somewhere in that dense gloom, the two men peered
+over the roof edge waiting my response.
+
+"Monsieur," I called up softly, unable to restrain my eagerness.
+
+"Yes, Madame," it was De Artigny's voice, although a mere whisper.
+"You have some word for me?"
+
+"Ay, listen; is there any way by which I can join you?"
+
+"Join me--here?" astonishment at my request made him incoherent. "Why,
+Madame, the risk is great--"
+
+"Never mind that; my reason is worthy, nor have we time now to discuss
+the matter. Monsieur Boisrondet is there a way?"
+
+I heard them speak to each other, a mere murmur of sound; then another
+voice reached my ears clearly.
+
+"We have a strong grass rope, Madame, which will safely bear your
+weight. The risk will not be great. I have made a noose, and will
+lower it."
+
+I reached it with my hand, but felt a doubt as my fingers clasped it.
+
+"'Tis very small, Monsieur."
+
+"But strong enough for double your weight, as 'twas Indian woven. Put
+foot in the noose, and hold tight. There are two of us holding it
+above."
+
+The memory of the depth below frightened me, yet I crept forth on the
+narrow sill, clinging desperately to the taut rope, until I felt my
+foot safely pressed into the noose, which tightened firmly about it.
+
+"Now," I said, barely able to make my lips speak. "I am ready."
+
+"Then swing clear, Madame; we'll hold you safe."
+
+I doubt if it was a full minute in which I swung out over that gulf
+amid the black night. My heart seemed to stop beating, and I retained
+no sense other than to cling desperately to the swaying cord which
+alone held me from being dashed to death on the jagged rocks below.
+Inch by inch they drew me up, the continuous jerks yielding a
+sickening sensation, but the distance was so short, I could scarcely
+realize the full danger, before De Artigny grasped me with his hands,
+and drew me in beside him on the roof. I stood upon my feet, trembling
+from excitement, yet encouraged in my purpose, by his first words of
+welcome.
+
+"Adele," he exclaimed, forgetful of the presence of his comrade.
+"Surely you had serious cause for joining us here."
+
+"Am I welcome, Monsieur?"
+
+"Can you doubt? Yet surely it was not merely to say farewell that you
+assumed such risk?"
+
+"No, Monsieur, it was not to say farewell. I would accompany you in
+your flight. Do not start like that at my words; I cannot see your
+face--perhaps if I could I should lose courage. I have made my choice,
+Monsieur. I will not remain the slave of M. Cassion. Whether for good
+or evil I give you my faith."
+
+"You--you," his hands grasped mine. "You mean you will go with me into
+exile, into the woods?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"But do you realize what it all means? I am a fugitive, a hunted man;
+never again can I venture within French civilization. I must live
+among savages. No, no, Adele, the sacrifice is too great. I cannot
+accept of it."
+
+"Do you love me, Monsieur?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu_--yes."
+
+"Then there is no sacrifice. My heart would break here. God! Would you
+doom me to live out my life with that brute--that murderer? I am a
+young woman, a mere girl, and this is my one chance to save myself
+from hell. I am not afraid of the woods, of exile, of anything, so I
+am with you. I would rather die than go to him--to confess him
+husband."
+
+"The lady is right, Rene," Boisrondet said earnestly. "You must think
+of her as well as yourself."
+
+"Think of her! _Mon Dieu_, of whom else do I think. Adele, do you mean
+your words? Would you give up all for me?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"But do you know what your choice means?"
+
+I stood before him, brave in the darkness.
+
+"Monsieur I have faced it all. I know; the choice is made--will you
+take me?"
+
+Then I was in his strong arms, and for the first time, his lips met
+mine.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI
+
+WE REACH THE RIVER
+
+
+It was the voice of Boisrondet which recalled us to a sense of
+danger.
+
+"It is late, and we must not linger here," he insisted, touching De
+Artigny's sleeve. "The guard may discover your absence, Rene, before
+we get beyond the stockade. Come, we must move quickly."
+
+"Ay, and with more than ever to give us courage, Francois. Yet how can
+we get Madame safely over the logs?"
+
+"She must venture the same as we. Follow me closely, and tread with
+care."
+
+So dark was the night I was obliged to trust entirely to De Artigny's
+guidance, but it was evident that both men were familiar with the way,
+and had thoroughly considered the best method of escape. No doubt De
+Tonty and his young lieutenant had arranged all details, so as to
+assure success. We traversed the flat roofs of the chain of log houses
+along the west side of the stockade until we came to the end. The only
+light visible was a dull glow of embers before the guardhouse near the
+center of the parade, which revealed a group of soldiers on duty. The
+stockade extended some distance beyond where we halted, crouched low
+on the flat roof to escape being seen. There would be armed men along
+that wall, especially near the gates, guarding against attack, but the
+darkness gave us no glimpse. There was no firing, no movement to be
+perceived. The two men crept to the edge, and looked cautiously over,
+and I clung close to De Artigny, nervous from the silence, and afraid
+to become separated. Below us was the dense blackness of the gorge.
+
+"This is the spot," whispered De Artigny, "and no alarm yet. How far
+to the rocks?"
+
+"De Tonty figured the distance at forty feet below the stockade; we
+have fifty feet of rope here. The rock shelf is narrow, and the great
+risk will be not to step off in the darkness. There should be an iron
+ring here somewhere--ay, here it is; help me draw the knot taut,
+Rene."
+
+"Do we--do we go down here, Monsieur?" I questioned, my voice
+faltering.
+
+"Here, or not at all; there are guards posted yonder every two yards.
+This is our only chance to escape unseen." Boisrondet tested the rope,
+letting it slip slowly through his hands down into the darkness below,
+until it hung at full length. "It does not touch," he said, "yet it
+cannot lack more than a foot or two. Faith! We must take the risk. I
+go first Rene--hush! 'tis best so--the lady would prefer that you
+remain, while I test the passage. The devil himself may be waiting
+there." He gazed down, balancing himself on the edge, the cord gripped
+in his hands.
+
+"Now mind my word; once on the rock below I will signal with three
+jerks on the cord. Haul up then slowly, so as to make no noise; make a
+noose for the lady's foot, and lower her with care. You have the
+strength?"
+
+"Ay, for twice her weight."
+
+"Good; there will be naught to fear, Madame, for I will be below to
+aid your footing. When I give the signal again Rene will descend and
+join us."
+
+"The rope is to be left dangling?"
+
+"Only until I return. Once I leave you safe beyond the Iroquois, 'tis
+my part to climb this rope again. Some task that," cheerfully, "yet De
+Tonty deems it best that no evidence connect us with this escape. What
+make you the hour?"
+
+"Between one and two."
+
+"Which will give me time before daydawn; so here, I chance it."
+
+He swung himself over the edge, and slipped silently down into the
+black mystery. We leaned over to watch, but could see nothing, our
+only evidence of his progress, the jerking of the cord. De Artigny's
+hand closed on mine.
+
+"Dear," he whispered tenderly, "we are alone now--you are sorry?"
+
+"I am happier than I have ever been in my life," I answered honestly.
+"I have done what I believe to be right, and trust God. All I care to
+know now is that you love me."
+
+"With every throb of my heart," he said solemnly. "It is my love which
+makes me dread lest you regret."
+
+"That will never be, Monsieur; I am of the frontier, and do not fear
+the woods. Ah! he has reached the rock safely--'tis the signal."
+
+De Artigny drew up the cord, testing it to make sure the strands held
+firm, and made careful noose, into which he slipped my foot.
+
+"Now, Adele, you are ready?"
+
+"Yes, sweetheart; kiss me first."
+
+"You have no fear?"
+
+"Not with your strong hands to support, but do not keep me waiting
+long below."
+
+Ay, but I was frightened as I swung off into the black void, clinging
+desperately to that slight rope, steadily sinking downward. My body
+rubbed against the rough logs, and then against rock. Once a jagged
+edge wounded me, yet I dare not release my grip, or utter a sound. I
+sank down, down, the strain ever greater on my nerves. I retained no
+knowledge of distance, but grew apprehensive of what awaited me below.
+Would the rope reach to the rock? Would I swing clear? Even as these
+thoughts began to horrify, I felt a hand grip me, and Boisrondet's
+whisper gave cheerful greeting.
+
+"It is all right, Madame; release your foot, and trust me. Good, now
+do not venture to move, until Rene joins us. Faith, he wastes little
+time; he is coming now."
+
+I could see nothing, not even the outlines of my companion, who stood
+holding the cord taut. I could feel the jagged face of the rock,
+against which I stood, and ventured, by reaching out with one foot, to
+explore my immediate surroundings. The groping toe touched the edge of
+the narrow shelf, and I drew back startled at thought of another sheer
+drop into the black depths. My heart was still pounding when De
+Artigny found foothold beside me. As he swung free from the cord, his
+fingers touched my dress.
+
+"A fine test of courage that, Adele," he whispered, "but with Francois
+here below there was small peril. Now what next?"
+
+"A ticklish passage for a few yards. Stand close until I get by; now
+cling to the wall, and follow me. Once off this shelf we can plan our
+journey. Madame, take hold of my jacket. Rene, you have walked this
+path before."
+
+"Ay, years since, but I recall its peril."
+
+We crept forward, so cautiously it seemed we scarcely moved, the rock
+shelf we traversed so narrow in places that I could scarce find space
+in which to plant my feet firmly. Boisrondet whispered words of
+guidance back to me, and I could feel De Artigny touch my skirt as he
+followed, ready to grip me if I fell. Yet then I experienced no fear,
+no shrinking, my every thought centered on the task. Nor was the way
+long. Suddenly we clambered onto a flat rock, crossed it, and came to
+the edge of a wood, with a murmur of water not far away. Here
+Boisrondet paused, and we came close about him. There seemed to be
+more light here, although the tree shadows were grim, and the night
+rested about us in impressive silence.
+
+"Here is where the river trail comes down," and Boisrondet made motion
+to the left. "You should remember that well, Rene."
+
+"I was first to pass over it; it leads to the water edge."
+
+"Yes; not so easily followed in the night, yet you are woodsman enough
+to make it. So far as we know from above the Iroquois have not
+discovered there is a passage here. Listen, Rene; I leave you now, for
+those were De Tonty's orders. He said that from now on you would be
+safe alone. Of course he knew nothing of Madame's purpose."
+
+"Monsieur shall not find me a burden," I interrupted.
+
+"I am sure of that," he said gallantly, "and so think it best to
+return while the night conceals my movements. There will be hot words
+when M. Cassion discovers your escape, and my chief may need my sword
+beside him, if it comes to blows. Is my decision to return right,
+Rene?"
+
+"Ay, right; would that I might be with you. But what plan did M. de
+Tonty outline for me to follow?"
+
+"'Twas what I started to tell. At the edge of the water, but concealed
+from the river by rocks, is a small hut where we keep hidden a canoe
+ready fitted for any secret service. 'Twas Sieur de la Salle's thought
+that it might prove of great use in time of siege. No doubt it is
+there now just as we left it, undiscovered of the Iroquois. This will
+bear you down the river until daylight, when you can hide along
+shore."
+
+"There is a rifle?"
+
+"Two of them, with powder and ball." He laid his hand on the other's
+shoulder. "There is nothing more to say, and time is of value.
+Farewell, my friend."
+
+"Farewell," their fingers clasped. "There will be other days,
+Francois; my gratitude to M. de Tonty." Boisrondet stepped back, and,
+hat in hand, bowed to me.
+
+"Adieu, Madame; a pleasant journey."
+
+"A moment, Monsieur," I said, a falter in my voice. "You are M. de
+Artigny's friend, an officer of France, and a Catholic."
+
+"Yes, Madame."
+
+"And you think that I am right in my choice? that I am doing naught
+unworthy of my womanhood?"
+
+Even in the darkness I saw him make the symbol of the cross, before he
+bent forward and kissed my hand.
+
+"Madame," he said gravely, "I am but a plain soldier, with all my
+service on the frontier. I leave to the priests the discussion of
+doctrines, and to God my punishment and reward. I can only answer you
+as De Artigny's friend, and an officer of France. I give you honor,
+and respect, and deem your love and trust far more holy than your
+marriage. My faith, and my sword are yours, Madame."
+
+I felt his lips upon my hand, yet knew not he had gone. I stood there,
+my eyes blinded with tears at his gallant words, only becoming
+conscious of his disappearance, when De Artigny drew me to him, his
+cheek pressed against my hair.
+
+"He has gone! we are alone!"
+
+"Yes, dear one; but I thank God for those last words. They have given
+me courage, and faith. So my old comrades believe us right the
+criticism of others does not move me. You love me, Adele? you do not
+regret?"
+
+My arms found way about his neck; my lips uplifted to his.
+
+"Monsieur, I shall never regret; I trust God, and you."
+
+How he ever found his way along that dim trail I shall never know.
+Some memory of its windings, together with the instinct of a woodsman,
+must have given guidance, while no doubt his feet, clad in soft Indian
+moccasins, enabled him to feel the faint track, imperceivable in the
+darkness. It led along a steep bank, through low, tangled bushes, and
+about great trees, with here and there a rock thrust across the path,
+compelling detour. The branches scratched my face, and tore my dress,
+confusing me so that had I not clung to his arm, I should have been
+instantly lost in the gloom. Our advance was slow and cautious, every
+step taken in silence. Snakes could not have moved with less noise,
+and the precaution was well taken. Suddenly De Artigny stopped,
+gripping me in warning. For a moment there was no sound, except the
+distant murmur of waters, and the chatter of some night bird. Yet some
+instinct of the woods held the man motionless, listening. A twig
+cracked to our left, and then a voice spoke, low and rumbling. It
+sounded so close at hand the fellow could scarcely have been five
+yards away. Another voice answered, and we were aware of bodies,
+stealing along through the wood; there was a faint rustling of dead
+leaves, and the occasional swish of a branch. We crouched low in the
+trail, fairly holding our breath, every nerve tense. There was no
+sound from below, but in the other direction one warrior--I could see
+the dim outline of his naked figure--passed within reach of my
+outstretched hand.
+
+Assured that all had passed beyond hearing De Artigny rose to his
+feet, and assisted me to rise, his hand still grasping mine.
+
+"Iroquois, by the look of that warrior," he whispered, "and enough of
+them to mean mischief. I would I knew their language."
+
+"'Twas the tongue of the Tuscaroras," I answered. "My father taught me
+a little of it years ago. The first words spoken were a warning to be
+still; the other answered that the white men are all asleep."
+
+"And I am not sure but that is true. If De Tonty was in command the
+walls would be well guarded, but De Baugis and Cassion know nothing of
+Indian war."
+
+"You believe it to be an assault?"
+
+"It hath the look; 'tis not Indian nature to gather thus at this night
+hour, without a purpose. But, _pouf_, there is little they can do
+against that stockade of logs for all their numbers. It is our duty to
+be well away by daylight."
+
+The remaining distance to the water's edge was not far--a direct
+descent amid a litter of rocks, shadowed by great trees. Nothing
+opposed our passage, nor did we hear any sound from the savages
+concealed in the forest above. De Artigny led the way along the shore
+until we reached the log hut. Its door stood open; the canoe was
+gone.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII
+
+WE MEET SURPRISE
+
+
+Not until we had felt carefully from wall to wall did we admit our
+disappointment. There were no overshadowing trees here, and what small
+glimmer of light came from the dull skies found reflection on river
+and rocks, so that we could perceive each other, and gain dim view of
+our surroundings.
+
+Of the canoe there was absolutely no trace, and, if arms had been
+hidden there also, they had likewise disappeared. The very fact that
+the door stood wide open, its wooden lock broken, told the story
+clearly. I remained silent, staring about through the semi-darkness of
+the interior, rendered speechless by a feeling of utter helplessness.
+De Artigny, after an utterance of disappointment, felt his way along
+the walls; as he came back to the open door our eyes met, and he must
+have read despair in mine, for he smiled encouragingly.
+
+"Swept bare, little girl," he said. "Not so much as an ounce of powder
+left. The savages got here before us, it seems. Never mind; we shall
+have to travel a ways on woodcraft, and it will not be the first
+wilderness journey I have made without arms. Did De Tonty mention to
+you where he believed the Illini were in hiding?"
+
+"No, Monsieur--are they Indians?"
+
+"Yes; the river tribes, the most loyal of all to La Salle. It was one
+of their villages we saw on the bank of the stream as we approached
+the fort from the west, I told Boisrondet that it stood there
+deserted, but not destroyed, and it was our judgment the inhabitants
+were hiding among the river bluffs. Without canoes they could not
+travel far, and are probably concealed out yonder. If we can find them
+our greatest peril is past."
+
+"They are friendly?"
+
+"Ay, and have never shed white blood. I know them well, and with
+leadership they would be a match even for the Iroquois. De Tonty led
+them once against these same warriors, and they fought like fiends.
+Come, we will follow the stream, and see if we cannot find trace of
+their covert."
+
+It was but a cluster of rocks where the hut stood, and a few yards
+below we found the forest creeping down to the very bank of the river.
+The sky had lightened above us, the obscuring clouds opening to let
+the silver gleam of stars through, and we paused a moment gazing back,
+and upward at the vast rock on which perched the beleaguered fort. We
+could dimly perceive the vague outline of it silhouetted against the
+lighter arch of sky. In massive gloom and silence it seemed to
+dominate the night, the grim forest sweeping up to its very walls. Not
+a gleam of light appeared; not a sound reached us. I felt De Artigny's
+arm about me.
+
+"I would that I really knew what was going on yonder 'neath the screen
+of trees," he said gravely. "Some Indian trick, perchance, which it
+might be in my power to circumvent--at least bear to the lads fair
+warning."
+
+"You would risk life for that?"
+
+"Ay, my own readily. That is a lesson of the wilderness; the duty of a
+comrade. But for your presence I should be climbing the hill seeking
+to learn the purpose of those savages--else I was no true soldier of
+France."
+
+"What think you their purpose is, Monsieur?"
+
+"An attack in force at dawn. Those who passed us were heavily armed,
+and crept forward stealthily, stripped and painted for war. There were
+other parties, no doubt, creeping up through the woods from all sides.
+'Tis my thought the hour has struck for them to make their great
+effort. They have scattered the friendly Indians, killed them, or
+driven them in terror down the river. Their villages have been
+destroyed. Now all the warriors who have been at that business have
+returned, filled with blood lust, and eager to strike at the French."
+
+"But they cannot win? Surely they cannot capture the fort, Monsieur?
+Why it is all rock?"
+
+"On three sides--yes; but to the south there is ample space for attack
+in force. Those woods yonder would conceal a thousand savages within a
+few hundred yards of the fort gates. And what of the defense? Opposing
+them is one hundred and fifty feet of stockade, protected at best by
+fifty rifles. There are no more in the fort, officers, Indians, and
+all; and Boisrondet says scarcely a dozen rounds of powder and ball to
+a man. If the Iroquois know this--and why should they not?--'twill be
+no great feat of arms to batter their way in. I would do that which is
+right, Adele, if I saw clearly."
+
+I clung to his hands, staring back still at the grim outline of the
+silent fort. I understood his thoughts, his desire to aid his
+comrades; but, for a moment, my mind was a blank. I could not let him
+go, alone, to almost certain death. No, nor would he abandon me on
+such a mission! Was there no other way by which we could serve?
+Suddenly a thought crept into my mind.
+
+"Monsieur," I asked breathlessly, "where do you suppose those Illini
+Indians to be?"
+
+"Back from the river, in a glen of caves and rocks."
+
+"How far from here?"
+
+"Four or five miles; there is a trail from the mouth of the creek."
+
+"And you know the way? and there might be many warriors there? they
+will remember you, and obey your orders?"
+
+He straightened up, aroused as the full meaning of my questioning
+occurred to him.
+
+"Ay, there is a chance there, if we find them in time, and in force
+enough to make foray. _Sacre!_ I know not why such thought has not
+come to me before. Could we but fall on those devils from the rear in
+surprise, even with a third their number, they would run like cats.
+_Mon Dieu!_ I thank you for the thought."
+
+We plunged into the forest, no longer endeavoring to advance silently,
+but inspired with a desire to achieve our goal as soon as possible. At
+the mouth of a stream entering the river, De Artigny picked me up in
+his arms, and waded across. On the opposite bank he sought eagerly on
+hands and knees for the old trace he dimly remembered. At last he
+stood erect.
+
+"Ay, lass, it's here, and to be easily followed. What hour do you make
+it now?"
+
+"About three."
+
+"So I would have said; and 'tis not daylight until after five. We can
+scarce make it, yet we will try."
+
+It was not as dark here away from the gloom of the Rock; the forest
+was open, and yet I will never know how De Artigny succeeded in
+following that dim trail at so rapid a gait. As for me I could see
+nothing of any path, and merely followed him blindly, not even certain
+of the nature of the ground under my feet. Again and again I tripped
+over some obstacles--a root, a tuft of grass--and continually unnoted
+branches flapped against my face. Once I fell prone, yet so
+noiselessly that Rene passed beyond view before he realized my
+misfortune, and returned to help me regain my feet. Not until then, I
+think, did he comprehend the rapidity of his movements.
+
+"Your pardon, dear girl," and his lips brushed my hair, as he held me
+in his arms. "I forgot all but our comrades yonder. The night is dark
+to your eyes."
+
+"I can see nothing," I confessed regretfully, "yet you have no
+difficulty."
+
+"'Tis a woodsman's training. I have followed many a dim trail in dark
+forests, and this is so plain I could keep to it on a run if
+necessary. Ah! the fort is awake and vigilant--that was rifle fire."
+
+I had not only heard the sharp reports, but seen the flash of fire
+cleaving the darkness.
+
+"The discharges came from the woods yonder--they were Indian guns,
+Monsieur. See! those two last were from the stockade; I could perceive
+the logs in the flare."
+
+"Ay, and that is all; the lads will waste no ammunition in the gloom,
+except to tell the savages they are awake and ready."
+
+"How far have we traveled, Monsieur?"
+
+"A mile, perhaps. At the crooked oak yonder we leave the stream. You
+met with no harm when you fell?"
+
+"No more than a bruise. I can go on now."
+
+We turned to the right, and plunged into the thicket, the way now so
+black that I grasped his jacket in fear of becoming lost. We were
+clambering up a slight hill, careless of everything but our footing,
+when there was a sudden rustling of the low branches on either side
+our path. De Artigny stopped, thrusting me back, while at that very
+instant, indistinct forms seemed to leap forth from the covert. It
+occurred so quickly, so silently, that before I even realized danger,
+he was struggling madly with the assailants. I heard the crash of
+blows, an oath of surprise, a guttural exclamation, a groan of pain.
+Hands gripped me savagely; I felt naked bodies, struggled wildly to
+escape, but was flung helplessly to the ground, a hand grasping my
+hair. I could see nothing only a confused mass of legs and arms, but
+De Artigny was still on his feet, struggling desperately. From some
+hand he had grabbed a rifle, and swung it crashing into the faces of
+those grappling him. Back he came step by step, fighting like a fiend,
+until he stood over me. With one wide sweep of his clutched weapon he
+struck me free, a blow which shattered the gun stock, and left him
+armed only with the iron bar. But the battle fury was on him; dimly I
+could see him towering above me, bareheaded, his clothes torn to rags,
+the grim barrel poised for a blow.
+
+"St. Ann!" he cried exultantly. "'Tis a good fight so far--would you
+have more of it?"
+
+"Hold!" broke in a French voice from out the darkness. "What means
+this? Are you of white blood?"
+
+"I have always supposed so."
+
+"A renegade consorting with devils of the Iroquois?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ No! an officer of Fort St. Louis."
+
+I could see the white man thrust aside the Indian circle, and strike
+through. His face was invisible, although I was upon my knees now, but
+he was a short, heavily built fellow.
+
+"Stand back! ay, make room. Saint Guise, we are fighting our own
+friends. If you are of the garrison name yourself."
+
+De Artigny, still clasping his rifle barrel, reached out his other
+hand, and lifted me to my feet.
+
+"Perchance," he said coolly, "if I were a stickler for etiquette, I
+might ask you first for some explanation of this attack. However, we
+have made some heads ring, so I waive that privilege. I am the Sieur
+de Artigny, a lieutenant of La Salle's."
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_" the other stepped forward, his hand outstretched. "'Tis
+no unknown name to me, although we have never before met by some
+chance--I am Francois de la Forest."
+
+"La Forest! You were in France three months ago."
+
+"Aye; I was there when Sieur de la Salle landed. He told me the whole
+tale. I was with him when he had audience with Louis. I am here now
+bearing the orders of the King, countersigned by La Barre at Quebec,
+restoring De Tonty to command at Fort St. Louis, and bidding De Baugis
+and that fool Cassion return to New France."
+
+De Artigny crushed the man's hand in both his own, dropping the rifle
+barrel to the ground. His voice trembled as he made answer.
+
+"He won the King's favor? he convinced Louis?"
+
+"No doubt of that--never saw I a greater miracle."
+
+"And the Sieur de la Salle--has he returned?"
+
+"Nay; he remains in France, to fit out an expedition to sail for the
+mouth of the Great River. He hath special commission from the King. To
+me was given the honor of bearing his message. Ah! but La Barre raved
+like a mad bull when I handed him the King's order. I thought he would
+burst a blood vessel, and give us a new governor. But no such luck.
+Pah! I stood there, struggling to keep a straight face, for he had no
+choice but obey. 'Twas a hard dose to swallow, but there was Louis'
+orders in his own hand, all duly sealed; and a command that I be
+dispatched hither with the message."
+
+"How made you the journey in so short a time?"
+
+"Overland from Detroit, the same trail you traveled with La Salle;
+'tis much the shorter."
+
+"Alone?"
+
+"With two _courier de bois_; they are with me now. But what is this De
+Artigny you have with you--a woman?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII
+
+WARRIORS OF THE ILLINI
+
+
+"Yes, M. de la Forest," I said, stepping forward to save Rene from a
+question which would embarrass him. "I am the daughter of Captain
+la Chesnayne, whom the Sieur de Artigny hath taken under his
+protection."
+
+"La Chesnayne's daughter! Ah, I heard the story told in Quebec--'twas
+La Barre's aid who gave me the facts with many a chuckle as though he
+held it an excellent joke. But why are you here, Madame? Is not M.
+Cassion in the fort yonder?"
+
+"'Tis a long tale, La Forest," broke in De Artigny, laying his hand on
+the other's shoulder, "and will bide a better time for telling. I am a
+soldier, and you may trust my word. We are La Salle's men; let it go
+at that, for there is graver duty fronting us now than the retelling
+of camp gossip. Madame is my friend, and my hand will defend her
+reputation. Is that enough, comrade?"
+
+"Ay, enough. My best regards, Madame," and he bowed low before me, his
+words ringing true. "Whoever Sieur de la Salle has learned to trust
+hath my faith also. You have come from the fort I take it, De Artigny?
+How are matters there?"
+
+"Ill enough; the officers at swords' points, and the men divided into
+three camps, for where De la Durantaye stands there is no evidence. M.
+Cassion holds command by virtue of La Barre's commission, and knows no
+more of Indian war than a Quebec storekeeper. The garrison numbers
+fifty men all told; two-thirds soldiers, and a poor lot."
+
+"With ammunition, and food?"
+
+"Ample to eat, so far as I know, but Boisrondet tells me with scarce a
+dozen rounds per man. The Iroquois are at the gates, and will attack
+at daylight."
+
+"You know this?"
+
+"The signs are plain. We passed one party clambering up the cliff--no
+less than fifty warriors, naked and painted for war. Tuscaroras,
+Madame said from the words she overheard as they slipped past where we
+hid. 'Tis not likely they made reconnoissance alone. The fiends have
+been a week in this valley, and have swept all clear of our Indian
+allies; now they can bring their full force against the fort."
+
+"No doubt you are right."
+
+"'Twas my judgment, at least, and we sought help when we ran into you.
+What Indians have you?"
+
+"Illini, mostly, with a handful of Miamis and Kickapoos. We met them
+at the crossing, hiding in the hills. They were sadly demoralized, and
+filled with horror at what they had seen, yet agreed to return here
+under my leadership."
+
+"Who is their chief?"
+
+"Old Sequitah--you know him?"
+
+"Ay, a real warrior. 'Tis better than I dared hope, for I have been in
+battle with him before. Do you number a hundred?"
+
+"And fifty more, though indifferently armed. Never have I seen the
+Illini in action, De Artigny; they seem to me a poor lot, so
+frightened of the wolves as to be valueless."
+
+"So they are if left to themselves, but under white leadership they
+stiffen. They will fight if given the Indian style. They will never
+stand in defense, but if we lead them to a surprise, they'll give good
+account of themselves. That is my plan La Forest--that we creep up
+through the woods behind the Iroquois lines. They will expect no
+attack from the rear, and will have no guard. If we move quickly while
+it remains dark, we ought to get within a few yards of the red demons
+without discovery. They will fight desperately, no doubt, for their
+only hope of escape would be to either plunge down the rocky banks on
+either side, or cut a way through. You have been at the fort?"
+
+"Twice before."
+
+"Then you know the nature of the ground. 'Tis all woodland until
+within a few hundred yards of the gates. You recall the great rock
+beside the trail?"
+
+"Ay, and the view from the top."
+
+"My plan would be to creep up that far, with flanking parties on the
+slopes below. In front, as you may remember, there is an open space,
+then a fringe of forest hiding the clearing before the stockade. The
+Iroquois will be gathered behind that fringe of trees waiting
+daylight. Is my thought right?"
+
+"'Tis the most likely spot."
+
+"Then listen; I have thought this all out. You and I, with Sequitah,
+will take a hundred of your Indians, cross the small river, and
+advance up the trail. That leaves fifty warriors to creep through the
+woods on either slope, twenty-five to a side, led by your two
+_couriers de bois_. We will wait at the great rock, and give the
+signal."
+
+La Forest stood silent a moment, thinking; then rested his hand on De
+Artigny's shoulder.
+
+"It looks feasible enough, but the flanking parties may not reach
+their positions in time."
+
+"The one from the west will not have as far to travel as we do. The
+other does not make so much difference, for if the Iroquois break they
+will come in this direction--the other side of the trail is sheer
+rock."
+
+"True; and what about the lady?"
+
+"I shall go with you, Messieurs," I said quietly. "There will be no
+more danger there than here; besides you would not leave me alone
+without a guard, and you will need every fighting man."
+
+I felt the grip of Rene's hand but it was La Forest's voice that
+spoke.
+
+"The right ring to that, hey, De Artigny! Madame answers my last
+argument. But first, let us have word with the chief."
+
+He addressed a word into the crowd of indistinguishable figures, and
+an Indian came forward. Dim as the light was I was impressed with the
+dignity of his carriage, the firm character of his facial outline.
+
+"I am Sequitah, Chief of the Mascoutins," he said gravely, "for whom
+the white chief sent."
+
+De Artigny stepped forth, standing as erect as the other.
+
+"Sequitah is great chief," he said quietly, "a warrior of many
+battles, the friend of La Salle. We have smoked the peace-pipe
+together, and walked side by side on the war-trail. Sequitah knows who
+speaks?"
+
+"The French warrior they call De Artigny."
+
+"Right; 'tis not the first time you and I have met the Iroquois! The
+wolves are here again; they have burned the villages of the Illini,
+and killed your women and children. The valley is black with smoke,
+and red with blood. What says the war chief of the Mascoutins--will
+his warriors fight? Will they strike with us a blow against the
+beasts?"
+
+The chief swept his hand in wide circle.
+
+"We are warriors; we have tasted blood. What are the white man's words
+of wisdom?"
+
+Briefly, in quick, ringing sentences, De Artigny outlined his plan.
+Sequitah listened motionless, his face unexpressive of emotion. Twice,
+confused by some French phrase, he asked grave questions, and once a
+_courier de bois_ spoke up in his own tongue, to make the meaning
+clear. As De Artigny ceased the chief stood for a moment silent.
+
+"We leap upon them from cover?" he asked calmly, "and the white men
+will sally forth to aid us?"
+
+"'Tis so we expect--M. de Tonty is never averse to a fight."
+
+"I believe in the Iron Hand; but 'tis told me others command now. If
+they fail we are but few against many."
+
+"They will not fail, Sequitah; they are Frenchmen."
+
+The Indian folded his hands across his breast, his eyes on the two men
+facing him. There was silence, but for the slight rustle of moving
+bodies in the darkness.
+
+"Sequitah hears the voice of his friend," he announced at last, "and
+his words sound wise. The warriors of the Illini will fight beside the
+white men."
+
+There was no time lost although I know but little of what occurred,
+being left alone there while La Forest and De Artigny divided the men,
+and arranged the plans of advance. The dense night shrouded much of
+this hasty preparation, for all I could perceive were flitting
+figures, or the black shadow of warriors being grouped together. I
+could hear voices, never loud, giving swift orders, or calling to this
+or that individual through the gloom.
+
+A party tramped by me, and disappeared, twenty or more naked warriors,
+headed by a black-bearded Frenchman, bearing a long rifle--the
+detachment, no doubt, dispatched to guard the slope east of the trail,
+and hurried forth to cover the greater distance. Yet these could have
+scarcely advanced far through that jungle when the others were also in
+line, waiting the word.
+
+The very silence in which all this was accomplished, the noiseless
+bodies, the almost breathless attention, scarcely enabled me to
+realize the true meaning of it all. These men were going into battle,
+into a death grapple. They meant to attack five times their own
+number. This was no boy's play; it was war, savage, relentless war.
+The stern horror of it seemed to suddenly grip me as with icy fingers.
+Here was what I had read of, dreamed of, being enacted before my very
+eyes. I was even a part of it, for I was going with them to the field
+of blood.
+
+Yet how different everything was from those former pictures of
+imagination. There was no noise, no excitement, no shrinking--just
+those silent, motionless men standing in the positions assigned them,
+the dim light gleaming on their naked bodies, their ready weapons. I
+heard the voices of the white men, speaking quietly, giving last
+instructions as they passed along the lines. Sequitah took his place,
+not two yards from me, standing like a statue, his face stern and
+emotionless.
+
+It was like a dream, rather than a reality. I was conscious of no
+thrill, no sense of fear. It was as though I viewed a picture in which
+I had no personal interest. Out of the darkness came De Artigny,
+pausing an instant before the chief.
+
+"All is well, Sequitah?"
+
+"Good--'tis as the white chief wishes."
+
+"Then we move at once; La Forest will guide the rear; you and I will
+march together. Give your warriors the word."
+
+He turned and took my hand.
+
+"You will walk with me, dear one; you are not afraid?"
+
+"Not of the peril of coming battle," I answered. "I--I think I hardly
+realize what that all means; but the risk you run. Rene! If--if you
+win, you will be a prisoner condemned to death."
+
+He laughed, and bent low, so I felt his lips brush my cheek.
+
+"You do not understand, dear girl. A moment and I will explain--once
+we are beyond the stream. Now I must see that all move together."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIV
+
+WE WAIT IN AMBUSH
+
+
+We advanced through the woods down a slight incline, the Indians
+moving like so many phantoms. Not a branch rattled as they glided
+silently forward, not a leaf rustled beneath the soft tread of
+moccasined feet. De Artigny led me by the hand, aiding me to move
+quietly over the uneven ground, but made no effort to speak. Beside
+us, not unlike a shadow, strode the chief Sequitah, his stern face
+uplifted, shadowed by long black hair, a rifle gripped in his sinewy
+arms. We crossed the little river, De Artigny bearing me easily in his
+grasp, and, on the opposite shore, waited for the others to follow.
+They came, a long line of dark, shadowy forms, wading cautiously
+through the shallow water, and ranged themselves just below the bank,
+many still standing in the stream. What light there was flickered over
+naked bodies, and revealed savage eyes gleaming from out masses of
+black hair.
+
+De Artigny stepped forward on the exposed root of a tree to where he
+could see his dusky followers, and La Forest climbed the bank, and
+joined him. A moment the two men conferred, turning about to question
+Sequitah. As they separated I could distinguish De Artigny's final
+words.
+
+"Very well, then, if it is your wish I take command. Sequitah, a
+hundred warriors will follow you along the trail--you know it well.
+Have your best scouts in advance, and circle your braves so as to make
+attack impossible. Your scouts will not go beyond the great rock
+except on my order. M. la Forest will accompany them. This is clear?"
+
+The Indian muttered response in his own tongue; then spoke more
+sharply, and the mass of warriors below changed formation, the greater
+number climbing the bank, and grouping themselves in the darker shadow
+of the woods.
+
+"Who has charge of the others?" asked De Artigny.
+
+"Bastian Courtray," replied La Forest. "He is yonder."
+
+"Then Courtray, listen; you follow the stream, but do not venture from
+cover. Post your men below the stockade and wait to intercept
+fugitives. We will do the fighting above. Are the warriors with you
+armed?"
+
+"All but ten have rifles, Monsieur, but I know not if they be of
+value."
+
+"You must make the best use of them you can. Above all things be
+quiet, and do nothing to alarm the Iroquois. You may go."
+
+I leaned forward watching them as they waded down stream, and then
+climbed the bank, disappearing in the undergrowth. Sequitah had moved
+past me, and I heard his voice speaking in Indian dialect. Along the
+forest aisles his warriors glided by where I stood, noiselessly as
+shadows. In another moment De Artigny and I were alone, the black
+night all about us, and not a sound reaching our ears to tell of those
+vanished allies. He took my hand, a caress in his touch, a suggestion
+of pride in his voice.
+
+"The old chief is warrior still," he said, "and, unless all signs
+fail, the Iroquois will long remember this day. Come, Adele, 'twill
+not do for us to be far behind, and we have walked this trail before
+together."
+
+Had I not tested it with my own ears never would I have believed a
+hundred men could have made way so noiselessly in the dark, through
+such thick forest, rock strewn and deeply rutted. Yet not a sound of
+their stealthy passage was wafted back to us on the wind--no echo of
+voice, no rasping of foot, no rustle of leaves. Ghosts could not have
+moved more silently. Some way the very thought that these grim savages
+were thus creeping forward to attack, and kill, their hearts mad with
+hate, wild beasts of prey stalking their victims, yielded me a strange
+feeling of horror. I clung to De Artigny's arm, shrinking from the
+shadows, my mind filled with nameless fear.
+
+"Adele," he whispered, tenderly, "you still fear for me in this
+venture?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"There is no need. You heard La Forest say he bore orders of the King
+which gave De Tonty command once more of Fort St. Louis."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; but you have already been tried and condemned. Even if
+they have not authority to shoot you here, they have power to
+transport to Quebec."
+
+"There would be battle first, if I know my old comrades well. No, as
+to that there is no cause to fear. I shall be given fair trial now,
+and welcome it. My fear has been for you--the vengeance of Cassion, if
+ever you came within his grasp again. But that also is settled."
+
+"Settled? What is it you would tell me?"
+
+"This, sweetheart; you should know, although I would that some other
+might tell you. La Forest whispered it to me while we were alone
+yonder, for he knew not you were estranged from your husband. He bears
+with him the King's order for the arrest of M. Cassion. Captain de
+Baugis is commissioned by La Barre to return him safely to Quebec for
+trial."
+
+"On what charge?"
+
+"Treason to France; the giving of false testimony against a King's
+officer, and the concealing of official records."
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ was it the case of my father?"
+
+"Yes; the truth has been made clear. There is, as I understand from
+what La Forest told me, not sufficient evidence against La Barre to
+convict, yet 'tis believed the case will cost him his office. But M.
+Cassion was his agent, and is guilty beyond a doubt."
+
+"But, Monsieur, who made the charges? Who brought the matter to the
+attention of Louis?"
+
+"The Comte de Frontenac; he was your father's friend, and won him
+restoration of his property. Not until La Forest met him in France was
+he aware of the wrong done Captain la Chesnayne. Later he had converse
+with La Salle, a Franciscan once stationed at Montreal, and two
+officers of the regiment Carignan-Salliers. Armed with information
+thus gained he made appeal to Louis. 'Tis told me the King was so
+angry he signed the order of arrest with his own hand, and handed it
+to La Forest to execute."
+
+"The Governor knows?"
+
+"Not yet. La Forest felt it best to keep the secret, fearing he might
+be detained, or possibly ambushed on the way hither."
+
+I cannot describe my feelings--joy, sorrow, memory of the past,
+overwhelming me. My eyes were wet with tears, and I could find no
+words. De Artigny seemed to understand, yet he made no effort to
+speak, merely holding me close with his strong arm. So in silence, our
+minds upon the past and the future, we followed the savages through
+the black night along the dim trail. For the time I forgot where I
+was, my weird, ghastly surroundings, the purpose of our stealthy
+advance, and remembered only my father, and the scenes of childhood.
+He must have comprehended, for he made no attempt to interrupt my
+reverie, and his silence drew me closer--the steady pressure of his
+arm brought me peace.
+
+Suddenly before us loomed the shadow of the great rock, which rose a
+mighty barrier across the trail, its crest outlined against the sky.
+The Indians had halted here, and we pressed forward through them,
+until we came to where the chief and La Forest waited. There was a
+growing tinge of light in the eastern sky, enabling us to perceive
+each other's faces. All was tense, expectant, the Indians scarcely
+venturing to breathe, the two white men conversing in whispers.
+Sequitah stood motionless as a statue, his lips tightly closed.
+
+"Your scouts ventured no further?" questioned De Artigny.
+
+"No, 'twas not safe; one man scaled the rock, and reports the Iroquois
+just beyond."
+
+"They hide in covert where I suspected then; but I would see with my
+own eyes. There is crevice here, as I remember, to give foothold. Ay,
+here it is, an easy passage enough. Come, La Forest, a glance ahead
+will make clear my plans."
+
+The two clambered up noiselessly, and outstretched themselves on the
+flat surface above. The dawn brightened, almost imperceptibly, so I
+could distinguish the savage forms on either side, some standing, some
+squatting on the grass, all motionless, but alert, their weapons
+gleaming, their cruel eyes glittering from excitement. La Forest
+descended cautiously, and touched the arm of the chief.
+
+"You see?"
+
+The Indian shook his head.
+
+"Sequitah know now; he not need see. We do what white chief says."
+
+La Forest turned toward me.
+
+"And you, Madame, De Artigny would have you join him."
+
+Surprised at the request I rested my foot in his hand, and crept
+forward along the smooth surface until I lay beside Rene. He glanced
+aside into my face.
+
+"Do not lift your head," he whispered. "Peer through this cleft in the
+stone."
+
+Had I the talent I could sketch that scene now from memory. It must
+ever abide in my mind, distinct in every detail. The sky overcast with
+cloud masses, a dense mist rising from the valley, the pallid spectral
+light barely making visible the strange, grotesque shapes of rocks,
+trees and men. Before us was a narrow opening, devoid of vegetation, a
+sterile patch of stone and sand, and beyond this a fringe of trees,
+matted with underbrush below so as to make good screen, but
+sufficiently thinned out above, so that, from our elevation, we could
+look through the interlaced branches across the cleared space where
+the timber had been chopped away to the palisades of the fort. The
+first space was filled with warriors, crouching behind the cover of
+underbrush. Most of these were lying down, or upon their knees,
+watchfully peering through toward the fort gates, but a few were
+standing, or moving cautiously about bearing word of command. The
+attention of all was in front riveted upon the silent, seemingly
+deserted fort. Not a face did I note turned in our direction, not a
+movement to indicate our presence was suspected. It was a line, in
+many places two deep, of naked red bodies, stretching down the slope
+on either side; the coarse black hair of the warriors gave them savage
+look, while here and there a chief sported gaudy war bonnet, and all
+along was the gleam of weapons. The number of them caused me to gasp
+for breath.
+
+"Monsieur," I whispered timidly, "you can never attack; there are too
+many."
+
+"They appear more numerous than they are," he answered confidently,
+"but it will be a stiff fight. Not all Tuscaroras either; there are
+Eries yonder to the right, and a few renegade Mohawks with them. Look,
+by the foot of that big tree, the fellow in war bonnet, and deerskin
+shirt--what make you of him?"
+
+"A white man in spite of his paint."
+
+"'Twas my guess also. I thought it likely they had a renegade with
+them, for this is not Indian strategy. La Forest was of the same
+opinion, although 'twas too dark when he was here for us to make
+sure."
+
+"For what are they waiting, and watching?"
+
+"The gates to open, no doubt. If they suspect nothing within, they
+will send out a party soon to reconnoiter the trail, and reach the
+river below for water. It is the custom, and, no doubt, these devils
+know, and will wait their chance. They urge the laggards now."
+
+We lay and watched them, his hand clasping mine. Those warriors who
+had been lying prone, rose to their knees, and weapons in hand,
+crouched for a spring; the chiefs scattered, careful to keep concealed
+behind cover. Not a sound reached us, every movement noiseless, the
+orders conveyed by gesture of the hand. De Artigny pressed my
+fingers.
+
+"Action will come soon," he said, his lips at my ear, "and I must be
+ready below to take the lead. You can serve us best here, Adele; there
+is no safer spot if you lie low. You have a bit of cloth--a
+handkerchief?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Then watch the fort gates, and if you see them open drop the cloth
+over the edge of the rock there in signal. I will wait just below, but
+from where we are we can see nothing. You understand?"
+
+"Surely, Monsieur; I am to remain here and watch; then signal you when
+the fort gates open."
+
+"Ay, that is it; or if those savages advance into the open--they may
+not wait."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+His lips touched mine, and I heard him whisper a word of endearment.
+
+"You are a brave girl."
+
+"No, Monsieur; I am frightened, terribly frightened, but--but I love
+you, and am a Frenchwoman."
+
+He crept back silently, and I was left alone on the great rock, gazing
+out anxiously into the gray morning.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXV
+
+THE CHARGE OF THE ILLINI
+
+
+It seemed a long time, yet it could scarcely have exceeded a few
+moments, for the light of early dawn was still dim and spectral,
+making those savage figures below appear strange and inhuman, while,
+through the tree barrier, the more distant stockade was little more
+than a vague shadow. I could barely distinguish the sharp pointed
+logs, and if any guard passed, his movements were indistinguishable.
+
+Had I not known where they were even the position of the gates
+would have been a mystery. Yet I lay there, my eyes peering through
+the cleft in the rock, every nerve in my body throbbing. All had
+been entrusted to me; it was to be my signal which would send De
+Artigny, La Forest, and their Indian allies forward. I must not
+fail them; I must do my part. Whatever the cost--even though it be his
+life--nothing could absolve me from this duty.
+
+The Iroquois were massing toward the center, directly in front of the
+closed gates. The change in formation was made with all the
+stealthiness of Indian cunning, the warriors creeping silently behind
+the concealing bushes, and taking up their new positions according to
+motions of their chiefs. Those having rifles loaded their weapons,
+while others drew knives and tomahawks from their belts, and held them
+glittering in the gray light. The white leader remained beside the big
+tree, paying no apparent heed to anything excepting the stockade in
+front. The daylight brightened, but mist clouds overhung the valley,
+while floating wreaths of fog drifted between the great rock and the
+fort gates, occasionally even obscuring the Iroquois in vaporous
+folds. There was no sound, no sight, of those hidden below, waiting my
+word. I seemed utterly alone.
+
+Suddenly I started, lifting myself slightly, on one arm so as to see
+more clearly. Ay, the gates were opening, slowly at first as though
+the great wooden hinges made resistance; then the two leaves parted,
+and I had glimpse within. Two soldiers pushed against the heavy logs,
+and, as they opened wider, a dozen, or more men were revealed, leaning
+carelessly on their rifles. Boisrondet, bearing gun in the hollow of
+his arm stepped forward into the opening, and gazed carelessly about
+over the gray, mist shrouded scene.
+
+It was evident enough he felt no suspicion that anything more serious
+than the usual Indian picket would be encountered. He turned and spoke
+to the soldiers, waiting while they shouldered their rifles, and
+tramped forth to join him. His back was toward the fringe of wood. The
+arm of the white renegade shot into the air, and behind him the massed
+Iroquois arose to their feet, crouching behind their cover ready to
+spring. I reached over the rock edge, and dropped the handkerchief.
+
+I must have seen what followed, yet I do not know; the incidents seem
+burned on my memory, yet are so confused I can place them in no order.
+The white renegade seemed waiting, his arm upraised. Ere it fell in
+signal to dispatch his wild crew to the slaughter, there was a crash
+of rifles all about me, the red flare leaping into the gray mist--a
+savage yell from a hundred throats, and a wild rush of naked bodies.
+
+I saw warriors of the Iroquois fling up their arms and fall; I saw
+them shrink, and shrivel, break ranks and run. Surprised, stricken,
+terrified by the war-whoops of the maddened Illini, realizing only
+that they were caught between enemies, their one and only thought was
+escape. Two of their chiefs were down, and the white renegade,
+stumbling and falling as though also hurt, dived into the underbrush.
+
+Before they could rally, or even comprehend what had occurred, their
+assailants were upon them. Leaping across the open, over rock and
+sand, yelling like fiends, weapons gleaming in the dull light, the
+frenzied Illini, enflamed with revenge, maddened with hate, flung
+themselves straight at them. Rifles flashed in their faces, tomahawks
+whirled in the air, but nothing stopped that rush. Warriors fell, but
+the others stumbled over the naked bodies. I saw De Artigny, stripped
+to his shirt, and that in rags from the bushes he had plunged through,
+his rifle barrel gripped, a yard in front of them all. I saw La
+Forest, bareheaded, and Sequitah, his Indian stoicism forgotten in mad
+blood lust.
+
+Then they struck and were lost in the fierce maelstrom of struggle,
+striking, falling, red hands gripping at red throats, rifle butts
+flung high, tomahawks dealing the death blow, knives gleaming as
+sinewy arms drove them home. I could no longer distinguish enemy from
+friend; they were interlocked, struggling like mad dogs, fighting as
+devils might, a wild tangled mass of bodies, of waving hair, of
+blazing eyes, of uplifted steel.
+
+The Iroquois had rallied from their first shock; already they realized
+the small number of the attackers. Those who had fled were turning
+back; those on either flank were running toward the scene of fight. I
+saw the white renegade burst from the press, urging these laggards
+forward. Scarcely had he attained the outer edge, when De Artigny
+fought his way forth also, tearing the mass asunder with sweep of
+rifle. They stood face to face, glaring into each other's eyes.
+
+The rifle in De Artigny's hand was but a twisted bar of iron; this
+renegade's only weapon was a murderous knife, its point reddened with
+blood. What word was said, I know not, but I saw De Artigny fling his
+bar aside, and draw the knife at his belt. _Mon Dieu!_ I could not
+look; I know not how they fought; I hid my eyes and prayed. When I
+glanced up again both were gone, the fighting mass was surging over
+the spot--but the Iroquois were in flight, seeking only some means of
+escape, while out through the fort gates the soldiers of the garrison
+were coming on a run, pouring volleys of lead into the fleeing
+savages. I saw De Tonty, De Baugis, De la Durantaye--ay! and there was
+M. Cassion, back among the stragglers, waving his sword gallantly in
+the air. It was all over with so quickly I could but sit and stare;
+they ran past me in pursuit, wild yells echoing through the woods, but
+all I thought of then was M. de Artigny. I scrambled down the rock,
+falling heavily in my haste, yet once upon my feet again, rushed
+forth, reckless of danger. The ground was strewn with dead and
+wounded, the victorious Illini already scattered in merciless,
+headlong pursuit. Only a group of soldiers remained at the edge of the
+forest. Among these were De Tonty and La Forest. Neither noticed my
+approach until I faced them.
+
+"What, Madame," exclaimed De Tonty, "you here also?" he paused as
+though in doubt, "and the Sieur de Artigny--had he part in this feat
+of arms?"
+
+"A very important part, Monsieur," returned La Forest, staunching a
+wound on his forehead, yet bowing gallantly to me. "'Twas indeed his
+plan, and I permitted him command as he knows these Illini Indians
+better than I."
+
+"But does he live, Monsieur?" I broke in anxiously.
+
+"Live! ay, very much alive--see, he comes yonder now. Faith, he fought
+Jules Lescalles knife to knife, and ended the career of that renegade.
+Is that not a recommendation, M. de Tonty?"
+
+The other did not answer; he was watching De Artigny approach, his
+eyes filled with doubt. I also had scarce thought otherwise, and
+stepped forward to greet him, with hands outstretched. He was rags
+from head to foot, spattered with blood, an ugly wound showing on one
+cheek, yet his lips and eyes smiled.
+
+"'Twas good work, well done," he said cheerily. "'Twill be a while
+before the Iroquois besiege this fort again. Is that not your thought,
+M. de Tonty?"
+
+"I appreciate the service rendered," replied the other gravely. "But
+you are in peril here. M. Cassion is yonder, and still in command."
+
+De Artigny glanced inquiringly at La Forest, and the latter stepped
+forward, a leather bound packet in his hands.
+
+"Your pardon, M. de Tonty," he said. "I had forgotten my true mission
+here. I bear orders from the King of France."
+
+"From Louis? La Salle has reached the King's ear?"
+
+"Ay, to good results. These are for you, Monsieur."
+
+De Tonty took them, yet his thought was not upon their contents, but
+with his absent chief.
+
+"You saw Sieur de la Salle in France? you left him well?"
+
+"More than well--triumphant over all his enemies. He sails for the
+mouth of the Great River with a French colony; Louis authorized the
+expedition."
+
+"And is that all?"
+
+"All, except it was rumored at the court that La Barre would not for
+long remain Governor of New France."
+
+The face of the Italian did not change expression; slowly he opened
+the papers, and glanced at their contents; then folded them once more,
+and lifted his eyes to our faces.
+
+"By Grace of the King," he said simply, "I am again in command of Fort
+St. Louis. I see the order is countersigned by La Barre."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; he had no choice--'twas not done happily."
+
+"I presume not. But Messieurs, it may be well for us to return within
+the fort. Madame, may I have the pleasure of escorting you?"
+
+We made our way slowly through the fringe of woods, and across the
+open space before the fort gates which still stood open. The dead
+bodies of savages were on all sides, so horribly mutilated, many of
+them, that I hid my eyes from the sight. De Tonty tried to speak of
+other things, and to shield me from the view, but I was so sick at
+heart I could hardly answer him. De la Durantaye, with a dozen men to
+aid, was already busily engaged in seeking the wounded, and I caught
+sight of De Baugis far down the western slope clambering up, a body of
+Indians at his heels. Cassion had disappeared; indeed there was not so
+much as a single guard at the gate when we entered, yet we were
+greeted instantly by his voice.
+
+"'Tis well you return, M. de Tonty," he said loudly. "I was about to
+call those soldiers yonder, and close the gates. 'Tis hardly safe to
+have them left thus with all these strange Indians about."
+
+"They are Illini, Monsieur--our allies."
+
+"Pah! an Indian is an Indian to my mind; bid M. de la Durantaye come
+hither." He stared at De Artigny and me, seeing us first as he stepped
+forward. A moment he gasped, his voice failing; then anger conquered,
+and he strode forward, sword in hand.
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ What is this? You here again, you bastard wood ranger? I
+had hopes I was rid of you, even at the cost of a wife. Well, I soon
+will be. Here, Durantaye, bring your men; we have a prisoner here to
+stretch rope. De Tonty, I command you in the name of France!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXVI
+
+THE CLEARING OF MYSTERY
+
+
+The point of his sword was at De Artigny's breast, but the younger man
+stood motionless, his lips smiling, his eyes on the other's face.
+
+"Perchance, Monsieur," he said quietly, "it might be best for you
+first to speak with this friend of mine."
+
+"What friend? _Sacre!_ What is the fellow to me? Who is he? another
+one of La Salle's spawn?"
+
+La Forest, still bareheaded, his forehead bleeding, pressed down the
+swordblade.
+
+"The company is a good one," he said bluntly enough, "and just now
+well worth belonging to. I am Francois de la Forest, Monsieur, one
+time commandant at Detroit; at present messenger from the King of
+France."
+
+"King's messenger--you! _Mon Dieu!_ you look it. Come, man, what
+mummery is this?"
+
+"No mummery, Monsieur. I left France two months since, bearing the
+King's own word to M. la Barre. 'Tis with his endorsement I journeyed
+hither to restore Henri de Tonty to his rightful command of Fort St.
+Louis."
+
+"You lie!" Cassion cried hotly, eyes blazing hatred and anger, "'tis
+some hellish trick."
+
+"Monsieur, never before did man say that to me, and live. Were you not
+felon, and thief I would strike you where you stand. Ay, I mean the
+words--now listen; lift that sword point and I shoot you dead.
+Monsieur de Tonty, show the man the papers."
+
+Cassion took them as though in a daze, his hand trembling, his eyes
+burning with malignant rage. I doubt if he ever saw clearly the
+printed and written words of the document, but he seemed to grasp
+vaguely the fact of La Barre's signature.
+
+"A forgery," he gasped. "Ah, De Baugis, see here; these damned curs of
+La Salle would play trick on me. Look at the paper."
+
+The dragoon took it, and smoothed it out in his hands. His face was
+grave, as his eyes searched the printed lines.
+
+"'Tis the great seal of France," he said soberly, looking about at the
+faces surrounding him, "and the signature of the governor. How came it
+here?"
+
+"By my hand," returned La Forest proudly. "You know me--Monsieur
+Francois la Forest."
+
+"Ay, I know you, ever a follower of La Salle, and friend of Frontenac.
+'Twas through his influence you got this. 'Tis little use for us to
+quarrel, M. Cassion--the order is genuine."
+
+"_Mon Dieu_, I care not for such an order; it does not supersede my
+commission; I outrank this De Tonty."
+
+"Hush, do not play the fool."
+
+"Better the fool than the coward."
+
+"Wait," said La Forest sharply, "the matter is not ended. You are
+Francois Cassion, of Quebec?"
+
+"Major of Infantry, Commissaire of the Governor La Barre."
+
+"So the titles read in this document. I arrest you by King's order for
+treason to France, and mutilation of official records. Here is the
+warrant, M. de Baugis, and your orders to convey the prisoner to
+Quebec for trial."
+
+Cassion's face went white, and he struggled madly for breath. De
+Baugis grasped the paper, so startled at this new development as to be
+incapable of comprehension.
+
+"Under arrest? for what, Monsieur? Treason, and mutilation of official
+records? What does it mean?"
+
+"This--the man knows, and will not deny the charge. False testimony
+sworn to, and signed by this Francois Cassion, charged Captain la
+Chesnayne with cowardice and treason. In consequence the latter was
+broken of his command, and his estates forfeited to the Crown. Later,
+through the efforts of Frontenac, the King was convinced of injustice,
+and the estates were restored by royal order. This order reached
+Quebec, but was never recorded. This Cassion was then private
+secretary to the governor, and the paper came into his hands. Later,
+to hush up the scandal, he married Captain la Chesnayne's daughter
+against her will. The day this was accomplished the lost order was
+placed on file."
+
+"You saw it?"
+
+"Yes, I had the files searched secretly. The order was dispatched from
+France five years ago, but was stamped as received the day Cassion
+departed from Quebec."
+
+My eyes were upon the speaker and I failed to note how the accused
+man met this damning charge. It was his voice which drew my
+attention--high pitched, harsh, unnatural.
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ 'twas not I--'twas La Barre!"
+
+"Tell that in Quebec; though little good 'twill do you. M. de Baugis,
+in the King's name I order this man's arrest."
+
+I saw De Baugis step forward, his hand outstretched; then all was
+confusion and struggle. With the hoarse snarl of a beast, Cassion
+leaped forward, struck La Forest with his shoulder, and drove sword
+point into De Artigny. De Tonty gripped him, but was hurled aside by
+insane strength, reeling back so that the weight of his body struck me
+to my knees. The next instant, his sword-point dripping blood, the
+runner was beyond reach, speeding for the open gate. What followed I
+know from word of others, and no view I had of it.
+
+De Artigny had fallen, huddled in a heap on the grass, and I dragged
+myself across to him on my knees. I heard oaths, a shuffling of feet,
+a rush of bodies, a voice I did not recognize shouting some
+order--then the sharp crack of a rifle, and silence. I cared not what
+had occurred; I had De Artigny's head in my arms, and his eyes opened
+and smiled up at me full of courage.
+
+"You are badly hurt?"
+
+"No, I think not; the thrust was too high. Lift me, and I breathe
+better. The man must have been mad."
+
+"Surely yes, Monsieur; think you he had hope of escape?"
+
+"'Tis likely he thought only of revenge. Ah, you are here also, De
+Tonty."
+
+"Yes, lad; there is small use for me yonder. You are not seriously
+struck?"
+
+"I bleed freely, but the thrust was in the shoulder. I could stand, I
+think, with your aid."
+
+On his feet he leaned heavily on us both, yet would not be led away,
+until La Forest joined us. He held in his hand some papers, yet
+neither of us questioned him.
+
+"Monsieur de Tonty," he said, "I would have private word with you."
+
+"When I help De Artigny to his bed, and have look at his wound. Yet is
+it not matter of interest to these as well?"
+
+"I take it so."
+
+"Then speak your message--M. Cassion is dead?"
+
+"The sentry's bullet found his heart, Monsieur."
+
+"I saw him fall. Those papers were upon him--are they of value?"
+
+"That I know not; they possess no meaning to me, but they were
+addressed to the man killed at St. Ignace."
+
+"Hugo Chevet?" I exclaimed. "My uncle; may I not see them, Monsieur?"
+
+De Tonty placed them in my hands--a letter from a lawyer in Quebec,
+with a form of petition to the King, and a report of his search of the
+archives of New France. The other document was the sworn affidavit of
+Jules Beaubaou, a clerk of records, that he had seen and read a paper
+purporting to be a restoration from the King to the heirs of Captain
+la Chesnayne. It was signed and sealed. I looked up at the faces
+surrounding me; startled and frightened at this witness from the
+dead.
+
+"They are papers belonging to Chevet?" asked De Tonty.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur--see. He must have known, suspected the truth before
+our departure, yet had no thought such villainy was the work of M.
+Cassion. He sought evidence."
+
+"That is the whole story, no doubt. La Barre learned of his search,
+for he would have spies in plenty, and wrote his letter of warning to
+Cassion. The latter, fearing the worst, and desperate, did not even
+hesitate at murder to gain possession of these documents. Fate served
+him well, and gave him De Artigny as victim. I wonder only that he did
+not long ago destroy the papers."
+
+"There is always some weakness in crime," commented La Forest, "and
+the man has paid penalty for his. It would be my guess he desired to
+place them in La Barre's hands in proof of his loyalty. But,
+Messieurs, De Artigny needs to have his wound dressed. We can discuss
+all this later."
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+It was two days later, and the bright sunshine rested on Fort St.
+Louis flecking the sides of the great rock with gold, and bridging the
+broad valley below. De Artigny, yet too weak to rise unaided, sat in a
+chair Barbeau had made beside the open window, and to his call I
+joined him, my arm on his shoulder as I also gazed down upon the scene
+below. It was one of peace now, the silvery Illinois winding hither
+and yon among its green islands, the shadowy woods darkening one bank,
+and the vast meadows stretching northward from the other. Below the
+bend an Indian village, already rebuilt and occupied, slept in the
+sun, and I could see children and dogs playing before the tepees.
+
+Down the sharp trail from the fort a line of Indian packers were
+toiling slowly, their backs supporting heavy burdens which they bore
+to two canoes resting against the bank. About these were grouped a
+little party of white men, and when at last the supplies were all
+aboard, several took their places at the paddles, and pushed off into
+the stream.
+
+There was waving of hands, and shouts, and one among them--even at
+that distance I could tell La Forest--looked up at our window, and
+raised his hat in gesture of farewell. I watched until they rounded
+the rock and disappeared on their long journey to Quebec, until the
+others--exiles of the wilderness--turned away and began to climb
+upward to the fort gates. De Artigny's hand closed softly over mine.
+
+"You are sad, sweetheart; you long too for New France?"
+
+"No, Dear One," I answered, and he read the truth in my eyes.
+"Wherever you are is my home. On this rock in the great valley we will
+serve each other--and France."
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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30319 ***</div>
+
+  <h1>Beyond the Frontier</h1>
+  <hr class="pb">
+  <div class="figtag">
+    <a id="linki_1"></a>
+  </div>
+  <div class="figcenter">
+    <img src="images/f0002-img.jpg" alt="frontispiece" title="" width="410" height="611"><br>
+    <p class="caption">
+      &ldquo;You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur, if you doubt how my race repays insult&rdquo;.<br>
+      Page 80. Beyond the Frontier.<br>
+    </p>
+  </div>
+  <hr class="pb">
+  <p class="tp" style="font-size:2.0em; margin-bottom:40px;margin-top:30px;">Beyond the Frontier</p>
+  <p class="tp" style="font-size:1.4em;margin-bottom:40px;">A Romance of Early Days in the<br>Middle West</p>
+  <p class="tp" style="font-size:1.2em;margin-bottom:20px;">By RANDALL PARRISH</p>
+  <p class="tp" style="font-variant:small-caps;">Author of</p>
+  <p class="tp">&ldquo;When Wilderness was King,&rdquo;<br>&ldquo;The Maid of the Forest,&rdquo; Etc.</p>
+
+  <div style="margin:35px auto; text-align:center;">
+    <img alt="emblem" src="images/f0003-img.png">
+  </div>
+
+  <p class="tp" style="margin-bottom:30px;">With Frontispiece<br>By THE KINNEYS</p>
+  <p class="tp" style="font-size:1.3em;margin-bottom:15px;">A. L. BURT COMPANY</p>
+  <p class="tp" style="font-size:1.2em;margin-bottom:10px;">
+    Publishers&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;New York</p>
+  <p class="tp" style="font-size:0.8em;margin-bottom:30px;">Published by Arrangements with A. C. <span
+      style="font-variant:small-caps;">McCLURG &amp; Co.</span></p>
+  <hr class="pb">
+  <div style="font-size:smaller">
+    <p class="tp">Copyright<br>A. C. McClurg &amp; Co.<br>1915</p>
+    <hr class="cpy" style="width:8em">
+    <p class="tp">Published October, 1915</p>
+    <hr class="cpy" style="width:4em">
+    <p class="tp" style="margin-bottom:40px;">Copyrighted in Great Britain</p>
+    <p class="tp" style="font-size:smaller;">W. F. HALL PRINTING COMPANY, CHICAGO</p>
+  </div>
+  <hr class="pb">
+  <h3>CONTENTS</h3>
+  <table style="border:0; padding:2px; border-spacing:0; margin:1em auto;">
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn"><span style="font-size:0.8em">CHAPTER</span></td>
+      <td></td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:0.8em">PAGE</span></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">I</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">At the Home of Hugo Chevet</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_I_AT_THE_HOME_OF_HUGO_CHEVET">1</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">II</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Choice of a Husband</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_II_THE_CHOICE_OF_A_HUSBAND">16</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">III</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">I Appeal for Aid</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_III_I_APPEAL_FOR_AID">28</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">IV</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">In the Palace of the Intendant</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV_IN_THE_PALACE_OF_THE_INTENDANT">45</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">V</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Order of La Barre</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_V_THE_ORDER_OF_LA_BARRE">61</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">VI</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Wife of Francois Cassion</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI_THE_WIFE_OF_FRANCOIS_CASSION">76</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">VII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Two Men Meet</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII_THE_TWO_MEN_MEET">87</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">VIII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">I Defy Cassion</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII_I_DEFY_CASSION">101</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">IX</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Flames of Jealousy</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX_THE_FLAMES_OF_JEALOUSY">115</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">X</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">We Attain the Ottawa</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_X_WE_ATTAIN_THE_OTTAWA">126</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XI</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">I Gain Speech With De Artigny</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI_I_GAIN_SPEECH_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY">136</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">On the Summit of the Bluff</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII_ON_THE_SUMMIT_OF_THE_BLUFF">148</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XIII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">We Reach the Lake</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII_WE_REACH_THE_LAKE">158</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XIV</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">At St. Ignace</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV_AT_ST_IGNACE">170</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XV</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Murder of Chevet</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV_THE_MURDER_OF_CHEVET">181</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XVI</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">My Pledge Saves De Artigny</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI_MY_PLEDGE_SAVES_DE_ARTIGNY">192</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XVII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Break of Storm</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII_THE_BREAK_OF_STORM">200</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XVIII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">Alone With De Artigny</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII_ALONE_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY">211</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XIX</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">We Exchange Confidences</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX_WE_EXCHANGE_CONFIDENCES">223</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XX</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">I Choose My Duty</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XX_I_CHOOSE_MY_DUTY">234</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXI</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">We Decide Our Course</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI_WE_DECIDE_OUR_COURSE">244</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">We Meet With Danger</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXII_WE_MEET_WITH_DANGER">254</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXIII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Words of Love</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII_THE_WORDS_OF_LOVE">267</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXIV</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">We Attack the Savages</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV_WE_ATTACK_THE_SAVAGES">278</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXV</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">Within the Fort</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXV_WITHIN_THE_FORT">289</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXVI</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">In De Baugis&rsquo; Quarters</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI_IN_DE_BAUGIS_QUARTERS">299</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXVII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">I Send for De Tonty</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII_I_SEND_FOR_DE_TONTY">309</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXVIII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Court Martial</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII_THE_COURT_MARTIAL">319</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXIX</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">Condemned</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIX_CONDEMNED">330</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXX</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">I Choose My Future</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXX_I_CHOOSE_MY_FUTURE">341</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXXI</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">We Reach the River</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXI_WE_REACH_THE_RIVER">350</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXXII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">We Meet Surprise</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXII_WE_MEET_SURPRISE">361</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXXIII</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">Warriors of the Illini</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIII_WARRIORS_OF_THE_ILLINI">371</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXXIV</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">We Wait in Ambush</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIV_WE_WAIT_IN_AMBUSH">380</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXXV</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Charge of the Illini</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXV_THE_CHARGE_OF_THE_ILLINI">390</a></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td class="valign-top chalgn">XXXVI</td>
+      <td class="valign-top" style="text-align:left; padding-right:4em;">The Clearing of Mystery</td>
+      <td class="valign-bottom" style="text-align:right;"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVI_THE_CLEARING_OF_MYSTERY">399</a></td>
+    </tr>
+  </table>
+  <hr class="pb">
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_1"></a>1</span></div>
+  <p style="text-align:center; margin-top:2em;font-size:1.8em;">BEYOND THE FRONTIER</p>
+  <div class="chsp" style="padding-top:0">
+    <a id="CHAPTER_I_AT_THE_HOME_OF_HUGO_CHEVET"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER I</h2>
+    <h3>AT THE HOME OF HUGO CHEVET</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>It was early autumn, for the clusters of grapes
+    above me were already purple, and the forest
+    leaves were tinged with red. And yet the air was
+    soft, and the golden bars of sun flickered down
+    on the work in my lap through the laced branches of
+    the trellis. The work was but a pretense, for I had
+    fled the house to escape the voice of Monsieur Cassion
+    who was still urging my uncle to accompany him on
+    his journey into the wilderness. They sat in the great
+    room before the fireplace, drinking, and I had heard
+    enough already to tell me there was treachery on foot
+    against the Sieur de la Salle. To be sure it was nothing
+    to me, a girl knowing naught of such intrigue, yet
+    I had not forgotten the day, three years before, when
+    this La Salle, with others of his company, had halted
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_2"></a>2</span>
+    before the Ursuline convent, and the sisters bade them
+    welcome for the night. &rsquo;Twas my part to help serve,
+    and he had stroked my hair in tenderness. I had sung
+    to them, and watched his face in the firelight as he
+    listened. Never would I forget that face, nor believe
+    evil of such a man. No! not from the lips of Cassion
+    nor even from the governor, La Barre.
+  </p>
+  <p>I recalled it all now, as I sat there in the silence,
+    pretending to work, how we watched them embark
+    in their canoes and disappear, the Indian paddlers
+    bending to their task, and Monsieur la Salle, standing,
+    bareheaded as he waved farewell. Beyond him was the
+    dark face of one they called De Tonty, and in the first
+    boat a mere boy lifted his ragged hat. I know not
+    why, but the memory of that lad was clearer than all
+    those others, for he had met me in the hall and we had
+    talked long in the great window ere the sister came,
+    and took me away. So I remembered him, and his
+    name, Rene de Artigny. And in all those years I heard
+    no more. Into the black wilderness they swept and
+    were lost to those of us at home in New France.</p>
+  <p>No doubt there were those who knew&ndash;&ndash;Frontenac,
+    Bigot, those who ruled over us at Quebec&ndash;&ndash;but &rsquo;twas
+    not a matter supposed to interest a girl, and so no
+    word came to me. Once I asked my Uncle Chevet,
+    and he replied in anger with only a few sentences,
+    bidding me hold my tongue; yet he said enough so
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_3"></a>3</span>
+    that I knew the Sieur de la Salle lived and had built
+    a fort far away, and was buying furs of the Indians.
+    It was this that brought jealousy, and hatred. Once
+    Monsieur Cassion came and stopped with us, and,
+    as I waited on him and Uncle Chevet, I caught words
+    which told me that Frontenac was La Salle&rsquo;s friend,
+    and would listen to no charges brought against him.
+    They talked of a new governor; yet I learned but little,
+    for Cassion attempted to kiss me, and I would wait
+    on him no more.
+  </p>
+  <p>Then Frontenac was recalled to France, and La
+    Barre was governor. How pleased my Uncle Chevet
+    was when the news came, and he rapped the table
+    with his glass and exclaimed: &ldquo;Ah! but now we will
+    pluck out the claws of this Sieur de la Salle, and send
+    him where he belongs.&rdquo; But he would explain
+    nothing, until a week later. Cassion came up the
+    river in his canoe with Indian paddlers, and stopped
+    to hold conference. The man treated me with much
+    gallantry, so that I questioned him, and he seemed
+    happy to answer that La Barre had already dispatched
+    a party under Chevalier de Baugis, of the King&rsquo;s
+    Dragoons to take command of La Salle&rsquo;s Fort St.
+    Louis in the Illinois country. La Salle had returned,
+    and was already at Quebec, but Cassion grinned as he
+    boasted that the new governor would not even give
+    him audience. Bah! I despised the man, yet I lingered
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_4"></a>4</span>
+    beside him, and thus learned that La Salle&rsquo;s party consisted
+    of but two <i>voyageurs</i>, and the young Sieur de
+    Artigny. I was glad enough when he went away,
+    though I gave him my hand to kiss, and waved to
+    him bravely at the landing. And now he was back
+    again, bearing a message from La Barre, and seeking
+    volunteers for some western voyage of profit. &rsquo;Twas
+    of no interest to me unless my uncle joined in the
+    enterprise, yet I was kind enough, for he brought with
+    him word of the governor&rsquo;s ball at Quebec, and had
+    won the pledge of Chevet to take me there with him.
+    I could be gracious to him for that and it was on my
+    gown I worked, as the two planned and talked in
+    secret. What they did was nothing to me now&ndash;&ndash;all
+    my thought was on the ball. What would you? I
+    was seventeen.
+  </p>
+  <p>The grape trellis ran down toward the river landing,
+    and from where I sat in the cool shadow, I could
+    see the broad water gleaming in the sun. Suddenly, as
+    my eyes uplifted, the dark outline of a canoe swept into
+    the vista, and the splashing paddles turned the prow
+    inward toward our landing. I did not move, although
+    I watched with interest, for it was not the time of year
+    for Indian traders, and these were white men. I could
+    see those at the paddles, voyageurs, with gay cloths
+    about their heads; but the one in the stern wore a hat,
+    the brim concealing his face, and a blue coat. I knew
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_5"></a>5</span>
+    not who it could be until the prow touched the bank,
+    and he stepped ashore. Then I knew, and bent low
+    over my sewing, as though I had seen nothing,
+    although my heart beat fast. Through lowered lashes
+    I saw him give brief order to the men, and then
+    advance toward the house alone. Ah! but this was
+    not the slender, laughing-eyed boy of three years
+    before. The wilderness had made of him a man&ndash;&ndash;a
+    soldier. He paused an instant to gaze about, and held
+    his hat in his hand, the sun touching his tanned cheeks,
+    and flecking the long, light-colored hair. He looked
+    strong and manly in his tightly buttoned jacket, a knife
+    at his belt, a rifle grasped within one hand. There
+    was a sternness to his face too, although it lit up in a
+    smile, as the searching eyes caught glimpse of my
+    white dress in the cool shade of the grape arbor. Hat
+    still in hand he came toward me, but I only bent the
+    lower, as though I knew nothing of his approach, and
+    had no interest other than my work.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Mademoiselle,&rdquo; he said gently, &ldquo;pardon me, but is
+    not this the home of Hugo Chevet, the fur trader?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I looked up into his face, and bowed, as he swept
+    the earth with his hat, seeing at a glance that he had
+    no remembrance of me.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I answered. &ldquo;If you seek him, rap on the
+    door beyond.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not so much Chevet I seek,&rdquo; he said, showing
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_6"></a>6</span>
+    no inclination to pass me, &ldquo;but one whom I understood
+    was his guest&ndash;&ndash;Monsieur Francois Cassion.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The man is here,&rdquo; I answered quickly, yet unable
+    to conceal my surprise, &ldquo;but you will find him no
+    friend to Sieur de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; and he stared at me intently. &ldquo;In the name
+    of the saints, what is the meaning of this? You know
+    me then?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I bowed, yet my eyes remained hidden.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I knew you once as Monsieur&rsquo;s friend,&rdquo; I said,
+    almost regretting my indiscretion, &ldquo;and have been told
+    you travel in his company.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You knew me once!&rdquo; he laughed. &ldquo;Surely that
+    cannot be, for never would I be likely to forget. I
+    challenge you, Mademoiselle to speak my name.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The Sieur Rene de Artigny, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By my faith, the witch is right, and yet in all this
+    New France I know scarce a maid. Nay look up;
+    there is naught to fear from me, and I would see if
+    memory be not new born. Saint Giles! surely &rsquo;tis true;
+    I have seen those eyes before; why, the name is on
+    my tongue, yet fails me, lost in the wilderness. I pray
+    you mercy, Mademoiselle!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You have memory of the face you say?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! the witchery of it; &rsquo;tis like a haunting spirit.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Which did not haunt long, I warrant. I am Adele
+    la Chesnayne, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_7"></a>7</span></div>
+  <p>He stepped back, his eyes on mine, questioningly.
+    For an instant I believed the name even brought no
+    familiar sound; then his face brightened, and his eyes
+    smiled, as his lips echoed the words.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Adele la Chesnayne! Ay! now I know. Why &rsquo;tis
+    no less than a miracle. It was a child I thought of
+    under that name&ndash;&ndash;a slender, brown-eyed girl, as
+    blithesome as a bird. No, I had not forgotten; only
+    the magic of three years has made of you a woman.
+    Again and again have I questioned in Montreal and
+    Quebec, but no one seemed to know. At the convent
+    they said your father fell in Indian skirmish.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; ever since then I have lived here, with my
+    uncle, Hugo Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Here!&rdquo; he looked about, as though the dreariness
+    of it was first noticed. &ldquo;Alone? Is there no other
+    woman?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I shook my head, but no longer looked at him, for
+    fear he might see the tears in my eyes.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am the housekeeper, Monsieur. There was
+    nothing else for me. In France, I am told, my father&rsquo;s
+    people were well born, but this is not France, and there
+    was no choice. Besides I was but a child of fourteen.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And seventeen, now, Mademoiselle,&rdquo; and he took
+    my hand gallantly. &ldquo;Pardon if I have asked questions
+    which bring pain. I can understand much, for in
+    Montreal I heard tales of this Hugo Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_8"></a>8</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;He is rough, a woodsman,&rdquo; I defended, &ldquo;yet not
+    unkind to me. You will speak him fair?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He laughed, his eyes sparkling with merriment.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No fear of my neglecting all courtesy, for I come
+    beseeching a favor. I have learned the lesson of when
+    the soft speech wins more than the iron hand. And
+    this other, the Commissaire Cassion&ndash;&ndash;is he a bird of
+    the same plumage?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I made a little gesture, and glanced back at the
+    closed door.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Oh, no; he is the court courtier, to stab with
+    words, not deeds. Chevet is rough of speech, and hard
+    of hand, but he fights in the open; Cassion has a double
+    tongue, and one never knows him.&rdquo; I glanced up into
+    his sobered face. &ldquo;He is a friend of La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So &rsquo;tis said, and has been chosen by the governor
+    to bear message to De Baugis in the Illinois country.
+    I seek passage in his company.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You! I thought you were of the party of Sieur
+    de la Salle?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am,&rdquo; he answered honestly, &ldquo;yet Cassion will
+    need a guide, and there is none save myself in all New
+    France who has ever made that journey. &rsquo;Twill be
+    well for him to listen to my plan. And why not? We
+    do not fight the orders of the governor: we obey, and
+    wait. Monsieur de la Salle will tell his story to the
+    King.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_9"></a>9</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;The King! to Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, &rsquo;twill not be the first time he has had audience,
+    and already he is at sea. We can wait, and laugh at
+    this Cassion over his useless journey.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But he&ndash;&ndash;he is treacherous, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He laughed, as though the words amused.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To one who has lived, as I, amid savages, treachery
+    is an old story. The Commissaire will not find me
+    asleep. We will serve each other, and let it go at that.
+    Ah! we are to be interrupted.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He straightened up facing the door, and I turned,
+    confronting my uncle as he emerged in advance. He
+    was a burly man, with iron-gray hair, and face reddened
+    by out-of-doors; and he stopped in surprise at
+    sight of a stranger, his eyes hardening with suspicion.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And who is this with whom you converse so privately,
+    Adele?&rdquo; he questioned brusquely, &ldquo;a young
+    popinjay new to these parts I venture.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny stepped between us, smiling in good
+    humor.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;My call was upon you, Monsieur Chevet, and not
+    the young lady,&rdquo; he said quietly enough, yet with a
+    tone to the voice. &ldquo;I merely asked her if I had found
+    the right place, and if, Monsieur, the Commissaire
+    Cassion was still your guest.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And what may I ask might be your business with
+    the Commissaire Cassion?&rdquo; asked the latter, pressing
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_10"></a>10</span>
+    past Chevet, yet bowing with a semblance of politeness,
+    scarcely in accord with the studied insolence of
+    his words. &ldquo;I have no remembrance of your face.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then, Monsieur Cassion is not observant,&rdquo; returned
+    the younger man pleasantly, &ldquo;as I accompanied
+    the Sieur de la Salle in his attempt to have audience
+    with the governor.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; the word of surprise exploded from the
+    lips. &ldquo;<i>Sacre!</i> &rsquo;tis true! My faith, what difference
+    clothes make. I mistook you for a <i>courier du bois</i>.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am the Sieur Rene de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Lieutenant of La Salle&rsquo;s?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Scarcely that, Monsieur, but a comrade; for three
+    years I have been with his party, and was chosen by
+    him for this mission.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion laughed, chucking the gloomy-faced Chevet
+    in the side, as though he would give point to a good
+    joke.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And little the trip hither has profited either master
+    or man, I warrant. La Barre does not sell New France
+    to every adventurer. Monsieur de la Salle found different
+    reception in Quebec than when Frontenac ruled
+    this colony. Where went the fur-stealer?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To whom do you refer?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To whom? Heaven help us, Chevet, the man
+    would play nice with words. Well, let it go, my young
+    cock, and answer me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_11"></a>11</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;You mean the Sieur de la Salle?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To be sure; I called him no worse than I have
+    heard La Barre speak. They say he has left Quebec;
+    what more know you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no secret, Monsieur,&rdquo; replied De Artigny
+    quietly enough, although there was a flash in his eyes,
+    as they met mine. &ldquo;The Sieur de la Salle has sailed
+    for France.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;France! Bah! you jest; there has been no ship
+    outward bound.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The <i>Breton</i> paused at St. Roche, held by the fog.
+    When the fog lifted there was a new passenger aboard.
+    By dawn the Indian paddlers had me landed in
+    Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Does La Barre know?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Faith! I could not tell you that, as he has not
+    honored me with audience.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion strode back and forth, his face dark with
+    passion. It was not pleasant news he had been told,
+    and it was plain enough he understood the meaning.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By the saints!&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a sly fox to
+    break through our guard so easily. Ay, and &rsquo;twill
+    give him a month to whisper his lies to Louis, before
+    La Barre can forward a report. But, <i>sacre!</i> my young
+    chanticleer, surely you are not here to bring me this
+    bit of news. You sought me, you said? Well, for
+    what purpose?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_12"></a>12</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;In peace, Monsieur. Because I have served Sieur
+    de la Salle loyally is no reason why we should be
+    enemies. We are both the King&rsquo;s men, and may work
+    together. The word has come to me that you head a
+    party for the Illinois, with instructions for De Baugis
+    at Fort St. Louis. Is this true?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion bowed coldly, waiting to discover how much
+    more his questioner knew.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, then I am right thus far. Well, Monsieur,
+    &rsquo;twas on that account I came, to volunteer as guide.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You! &rsquo;Twould be treachery.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Oh, no; our interests are the same so far as the
+    journey goes. I would reach St. Louis; so would you.
+    Because we may have different ends in view, different
+    causes to serve, has naught to do with the trail thither.
+    There is not a man who knows the way as well as I.
+    Four times have I traveled it, and I am not a savage,
+    Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;I am a gentleman of France.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you pledge your word?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I pledge my word&ndash;&ndash;to guide you safe to Fort St.
+    Louis. Once there I am comrade to Sieur de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bah! I care not who you comrade with, once you
+    serve my purpose. I take your offer, and if you play
+    me false&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Restrain your threats, Monsieur Cassion. A quarrel
+    will get us nowhere. You have my word of honor;
+    &rsquo;tis enough. Who will compose the party?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_13"></a>13</span></div>
+  <p>Cassion hesitated, yet seemed to realize the uselessness
+    of deceit.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A dozen or more soldiers of the Regiment of
+    Picardy, some <i>couriers du bois</i>, and the Indian paddlers.
+    There will be four boats.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You go by the Ottawa, and the lakes?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Such were my orders.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis less fatiguing, although a longer journey; and
+    the time of departure?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion laughed, as he turned slightly, and bowed
+    to me.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We leave Quebec before dawn Tuesday,&rdquo; he said
+    gaily. &ldquo;It is my wish to enjoy once more the follies
+    of civilization before plunging into the wilderness.
+    The Governor permits that we remain to his ball.
+    Mademoiselle la Chesnayne does me the honor of being
+    my guest on that occasion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I, Monsieur!&rdquo; I exclaimed in surprise at his boastful
+    words. &ldquo;&rsquo;Twas my uncle who proposed&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Tut, tut, what of that?&rdquo; he interrupted in no way
+    discomposed. &ldquo;It is my request which opens the
+    golden gates. The good Hugo here but looks on at a
+    frivolity for which he cares nothing. &rsquo;Tis the young
+    who dance. And you, Monsieur de Artigny, am I to
+    meet you there also, or perchance later at the boat
+    landing?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The younger man seemed slow in response, but
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_14"></a>14</span>
+    across Cassion&rsquo;s shoulder our eyes met. I know not
+    what he saw in the glance of mine, for I gave no sign,
+    yet his face brightened, and his words were carelessly
+    spoken.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;At the ball, Monsieur. &rsquo;Tis three years since I
+    have danced to measure, but it will be a joy to look
+    on, and thus keep company with Monsieur Chevet.
+    Nor shall I fail you at the boats: until then, Messieurs,&rdquo;
+    and he bowed hat in hand, &ldquo;and to you,
+    Mademoiselle, adieu.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>We watched him go down the grape arbor to the
+    canoe, and no one spoke but Cassion.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Pouf!</i> he thinks well of himself, that young cockerel,
+    and &rsquo;twill likely be my part to clip his spurs.
+    Still &rsquo;tis good policy to have him with us, for &rsquo;tis a
+    long journey. What say you, Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That he is one to watch,&rdquo; answered my uncle
+    gruffly. &ldquo;I trust none of La Salle&rsquo;s brood.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, nor I, for the matter of that, but I am willing
+    to pit my brains against the best of them. Francois
+    Cassion is not likely to be caught asleep, my good
+    Hugo.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He turned about, and glanced questioningly into my
+    face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And so, Mademoiselle, it did not altogether please
+    you to be my guest at the ball? Perchance you preferred
+    some other gallant?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_15"></a>15</span></div>
+  <p>The sunlight, flickering through the leaves, rested
+    on his face, and brought out the mottled skin of dissipation,
+    the thin line of his cruel lips, the insolent
+    stare of his eyes. I felt myself shrink, dreading he
+    might touch me; yet dominating all else was the
+    thought of De Artigny&ndash;&ndash;the message of his glance,
+    the secret meaning of his pledge&ndash;&ndash;the knowledge that
+    he would be there. So I smiled, and made light of
+    his suspicion.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It was but surprise, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said gaily &ldquo;for
+    I had not dreamed of such an honor. &rsquo;Tis my wish to
+    go; see, I have been working on a new gown, and now
+    I must work the faster.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I swept him a curtsey, smiling to myself at the
+    expression of his face, and before he could speak had
+    disappeared within. Bah! I would escape those eyes
+    and be alone to dream.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_16"></a>16</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_II_THE_CHOICE_OF_A_HUSBAND"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER II</h2>
+    <h3>THE CHOICE OF A HUSBAND</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>It was just before dark when Monsieur Cassion left
+    us, and I watched him go gladly enough, hidden
+    behind the shade of my window. He had been talking
+    for an hour with Chevet in the room below; I could
+    hear the rattle of glasses, as though they drank, and
+    the unpleasant arrogance of his voice, although no
+    words reached me clearly. I cared little what he said,
+    although I wondered at his purpose in being there, and
+    what object he might have in this long converse with
+    my uncle. Yet I was not sent for, and no doubt it
+    was some conference over furs, of no great interest.
+    The two were in some scheme I knew to gain advantage
+    over Sieur de la Salle, and were much elated
+    now that La Barre held power; but that was nothing
+    for a girl to understand, so I worked on with busy
+    fingers, my mind not forgetful of the young Sieur de
+    Artigny.</p>
+  <p>It was not that I already loved him, yet ever since
+    girlhood the memory of him had remained in my
+    thought, and in those years since I had met so few
+    young men that the image left on my imagination had
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_17"></a>17</span>
+    never faded. Indeed, it had been kept alive by the
+    very animosity which my uncle cherished against Monsieur
+    de la Salle. The real cause of his bitterness,
+    outside of trade rivalry, I never clearly understood,
+    but he was ever seeking every breath of gossip from
+    that distant camp of adventurers, and angrily commenting
+    thereon. Again and again I overheard him
+    conspiring with others in a vain effort to influence
+    Frontenac to withdraw his support of that distant expedition,
+    and it was this mutual enmity which first
+    brought Cassion to our cabin.
+  </p>
+  <p>With Frontenac&rsquo;s removal, and the appointment of
+    La Barre as Governor, the hopes of La Salle&rsquo;s enemies
+    revived, and when Cassion&rsquo;s smooth tongue won him
+    a place as Commissaire, all concerned became more
+    bold and confident in their planning. I knew little of
+    it, yet sufficient to keep the remembrance of those
+    adventures fresh in my mind, and never did they recur
+    to me without yielding me vision of the ardent young
+    face of De Artigny as he waved me adieu from the
+    canoe. Often in those years of silence did I dream of
+    him amid the far-off wilderness&ndash;&ndash;the idle dreaming
+    of a girl whose own heart was yet a mystery&ndash;&ndash;and
+    many a night I sat at my window gazing out upon the
+    broad river shimmering in the moonlight, wondering
+    at those wilderness mysteries among which he lived.</p>
+  <p>Yet only once in all those years had I heard mention
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_18"></a>18</span>
+    of his name. &rsquo;Twas but a rumor floating back to
+    us of how La Salle had reached the mouth of a great
+    river flowing into the South Sea, and among the few
+    who accompanied him was De Artigny. I remember
+    yet how strangely my heart throbbed as I heard the
+    brief tale retold, and someone read the names from a
+    slip of paper. Chevet sat by the open fire listening,
+    his pipe in his mouth, his eyes scowling at the news;
+    suddenly he blurted out: &ldquo;De Artigny, say you? In
+    the name of the fiend! &rsquo;tis not the old captain?&rdquo; &ldquo;No,
+    no, Chevet,&rdquo; a voice answered testily, &ldquo;Sieur Louis
+    de Artigny has not stepped foot on ground these ten
+    years; &rsquo;tis his brat Rene who serves this freebooter,
+    though &rsquo;tis like enough the father hath money in the
+    venture.&rdquo; And they fell to discussing, sneering at the
+    value of the discovery, while I slipped unnoticed from
+    the room.
+  </p>
+  <p>Chevet did not return to the house after Monsieur
+    Cassion&rsquo;s canoe had disappeared. I saw him walking
+    back and forth along the river bank, smoking, and
+    seemingly thinking out some problem. Nor did he
+    appear until I had the evening meal ready, and called
+    to him down the arbor. He was always gruff and
+    bearish enough when we were alone, seldom speaking,
+    indeed, except to give utterance to some order, but this
+    night he appeared even more morose and silent than
+    his wont, not so much as looking at me as he took seat,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_19"></a>19</span>
+    and began to eat. No doubt Cassion had brought ill
+    news, or else the appearance of De Artigny had served
+    to arouse all his old animosity toward La Salle. It
+    was little to me, however, and I had learned to ignore
+    his moods, so I took my own place silently, and paid
+    no heed to the scowl with which he surveyed me across
+    the table. No doubt my very indifference fanned his
+    discontent, but I remained ignorant of it, until he burst
+    out savagely.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And so you know this young cockerel, do you?
+    You know him, and never told me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I looked up in surprise, scarce comprehending the
+    unexpected outburst.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You mean the Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! Don&rsquo;t play with me! I mean Louis de
+    Artigny&rsquo;s brat. Bah! he may fool Cassion with his
+    soft words, but not Hugo Chevet. I know the lot of
+    them this many year, and no ward of mine will have
+    aught to do with the brood, either young or old. You
+    hear that, Adele! When I hate, I hate, and I have
+    reason enough to hate that name, and all who bear it.
+    Where before did you ever meet this popinjay?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;At the convent three years ago. La Salle rested
+    there overnight, and young De Artigny was of the
+    party. He was but a boy then.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He came here today to see you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, never,&rdquo; I protested. &ldquo;I doubt if he even had
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_20"></a>20</span>
+    the memory of me until I told him who I was. Surely
+    he explained clearly why he came.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>He eyed me fiercely, his face full of suspicion, his
+    great hand gripping the knife.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis well for you if that be true,&rdquo; he said gruffly,
+    &ldquo;but I have no faith in the lad&rsquo;s words. He is here
+    as La Salle&rsquo;s spy, and so I told Cassion, though the
+    only honor he did me was to laugh at my warning.
+    &lsquo;Let him spy,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;and I will play at the same
+    game; &rsquo;tis little enough he will learn, and we shall need
+    his guidance.&rsquo; Ay! and he may be right, but I want
+    nothing to do with the fellow. Cassion may give him
+    place in his boats, if he will, but never again shall he
+    set foot on my land, nor have speech with you. You
+    mark my words, Mademoiselle?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I felt the color flame into my cheeks, and knew my
+    eyes darkened with anger, yet made effort to control
+    my speech.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; I am your ward and have always
+    been obedient, yet this Sieur de Artigny seems a pleasant
+    spoken young man, and surely &rsquo;tis no crime that he
+    serves the Sieur de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Is it not!&rdquo; he burst forth, striking the table with
+    his fist. &ldquo;Know you not I would be rich, but for that
+    fur stealer. By right those should be my furs he sends
+    here in trade. There will be another tale to tell soon,
+    now that La Barre hath the reins of power; and this
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_21"></a>21</span>
+    De Artigny&ndash;&ndash;bah! What care I for that young cockerel&ndash;&ndash;but
+    I hate the brood. Listen, girl, I pay my
+    debts; it was this hand that broke Louis de Artigny,
+    and has kept him to his bed for ten years past. Yet
+    even that does not wipe out the score between us. &rsquo;Tis
+    no odds to you what was the cause, but while I live I
+    hate. So you have my orders; you will speak no more
+    with this De Artigny.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not like I shall have opportunity.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I will see to that. The fool looked at you in a
+    way that made me long to grip his throat; nor do I
+    like your answer, yet &rsquo;twill be well for you to mark
+    my words.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Oh, you&rsquo;re sweet enough with words. I have
+    heard you before, and found you a sly minx&ndash;&ndash;when
+    my back was turned&ndash;&ndash;but this time it is not I alone
+    who will watch your actions. I have pledged you a
+    husband.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I got to my feet, staring at him, the indignant words
+    stifled in my throat. He laughed coarsely, and
+    resumed his meal.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A husband, Monsieur? You have pledged me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! why not? You are seventeen, and &rsquo;tis my
+    place to see you well settled.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But I have no wish to marry, Monsieur,&rdquo; I protested.
+    &ldquo;There is no man for whom I care.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_22"></a>22</span></div>
+  <p>He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and
+    laughed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Pooh! if I waited for that no doubt you would
+    pick out some cockerel without so much as a spur to
+    his heel. &rsquo;Tis my choice, not yours, for I know the
+    world, and the man you need. Monsieur Cassion has
+    asked me to favor him, and I think well of it.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Cassion! Surely, you would not wed me to that
+    creature?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He pushed back his chair, regarding me with
+    scowling eyes.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And where is there a better? <i>Sacre</i>! do you think
+    yourself a queen to choose? &rsquo;Tis rare luck you have
+    such an offer. Monsieur Cassion is going to be a great
+    man in this New France; already he has the Governor&rsquo;s
+    ear, and a commission, with a tidy sum to his credit
+    in Quebec. What more could any girl desire in a
+    husband?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But, Monsieur, I do not love him; I do not trust
+    the man.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Pah!&rdquo; He burst into a laugh, rising from the
+    table. Before I could draw back he had gripped me
+    by the arm. &ldquo;Enough of that, young lady. He is my
+    choice, and that settles it. Love! who ever heard of
+    love nowadays? Ah, I see, you dream already of the
+    young gallant De Artigny. Well, little good that will
+    do you. Why what is he? a mere ragged adventurer,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_23"></a>23</span>
+    without a sou to his name, a prowling wolf of the
+    forest, the follower of a discredited fur thief. But
+    enough of this; I have told you my will, and you obey.
+    Tomorrow we go to Quebec, to the Governor&rsquo;s ball,
+    and when Monsieur Cassion returns from his mission
+    you will marry him&ndash;&ndash;you understand?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>The tears were in my eyes, blotting out his threatening
+    face, yet there was naught to do but answer.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And this De Artigny; if the fellow ever dares
+    come near you again I&rsquo;ll crush his white throat between
+    my fingers.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To your room then, and think over all I have said.
+    You have never found me full of idle threats I
+    warrant.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I drew my arm from his grasp, feeling it tingle with
+    pain where his fingers had crushed the flesh, and crept
+    up the narrow stairs, glad enough to get away and be
+    alone. I had never loved Chevet, but he had taught
+    me to fear him, for more than once had I experienced
+    his brutality and physical power. To him I was but
+    a chattel, an incumbrance. He had assumed charge of
+    me because the law so ordained, but I had found nothing
+    in his nature on which I could rely for sympathy.
+    I was his sister&rsquo;s child, yet no more to him than some
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_24"></a>24</span>
+    Indian waif. More, he was honest about it. To his
+    mind he did well by me in thus finding me a husband.
+    I sank on my knees, and hid my face, shuddering at
+    the thought of the sacrifice demanded. Cassion! never
+    before had the man appeared so despicable. His face,
+    his manner, swept through my memory in review. I
+    had scarcely considered him before, except as a disagreeable
+    presence to be avoided as much as possible.
+    But now, in the silence, the growing darkness of that
+    little chamber, with Chevet&rsquo;s threat echoing in my
+    ears, he came to me in clear vision&ndash;&ndash;I saw his dull-blue,
+    cowardly eyes, his little waxed mustache, his
+    insolent swagger, and heard his harsh, bragging voice.
+  </p>
+  <p>Ay! he would get on; there was no doubt of that,
+    for he would worm his way through where only a
+    snake could crawl. A snake! that was what he was,
+    and I shuddered at thought of the slimy touch of his
+    hand. I despised, hated him; yet what could I do?
+    It was useless to appeal to Chevet, and the Governor,
+    La Barre, would give small heed to a girl objecting to
+    one of his henchmen. De Artigny! The name was
+    on my lips before I realized I had spoken it, and
+    brought a throb of hope. I arose to my feet, and
+    stared out of the window into the dark night. My
+    pulses throbbed. If he cared; if I only knew he cared,
+    I would fly with him anywhere, into the wilderness
+    depths, to escape Cassion. I could think of no other
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_25"></a>25</span>
+    way, no other hope. If he cared! It seemed to me my
+    very breath stopped as this daring conception, this mad
+    possibility, swept across my mind.
+  </p>
+  <p>I was a girl, inexperienced, innocent of coquetry,
+    and yet I possessed all the instincts of a woman. I had
+    seen that in his eyes which gave me faith&ndash;&ndash;he remembered
+    the past; he had found me attractive; he
+    felt a desire to meet me again. I knew all this&ndash;&ndash;but
+    was that all? Was it a mere passing fervor, a fleeting
+    admiration, to be forgotten in the presence of the next
+    pretty face? Would he dare danger to serve me? to
+    save me from the clutches of Cassion? A smile, a
+    flash of the eyes, is small foundation to build upon, yet
+    it was all I had. Perchance he gave the same encouragement
+    to others, with no serious thought. The doubt
+    assailed me, yet there was no one else in all New
+    France to whom I could appeal.</p>
+  <p>But how could I reach him with my tale? There
+    was but one opportunity&ndash;&ndash;the Governor&rsquo;s ball. He
+    would be there; he had said so, laughingly glancing
+    toward me as he spoke the words, the flash of his eyes
+    a challenge. But it would be difficult. Chevet, Cassion,
+    not for a moment would they take eyes from me,
+    and if I failed to treat him coldly an open quarrel must
+    result. Chevet would be glad of an excuse, and Cassion&rsquo;s
+    jealousy would spur him on. Yet I must try,
+    and, in truth, I trusted not so much in Monsieur
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_26"></a>26</span>
+    de Artigny&rsquo;s interest in me, as in his reckless love of
+    adventure. &rsquo;Twould please him to play an audacious
+    trick on La Salle&rsquo;s enemies, and make Cassion the butt
+    of laughter.
+  </p>
+  <p>Once he understood, the game would prove much to
+    his liking, and I could count on his aid, while the
+    greater the danger the stronger it would appeal to such
+    a nature as his. Even though he cared little for me he
+    was a gallant to respond gladly to a maid in distress.
+    Ay, if I might once bring him word, I could rely on
+    his response; but how could that be done? I must
+    trust fortune, attend the ball, and be ready; there was
+    no other choice.</p>
+  <p>&rsquo;Tis strange how this vague plan heartened me, and
+    gave new courage. Scarce more than a dream, yet I
+    dwelt upon it, imagining what I would say, and how
+    escape surveillance long enough to make my plea for
+    assistance. Today, as I write, it seems strange that I
+    should ever have dared such a project, yet at the time
+    not a thought of its immodesty ever assailed me. To
+    my mind Rene de Artigny was no stranger; as a memory
+    he had lived, and been portion of my life for
+    three lonely years. To appeal to him now, to trust
+    him, appeared the most natural thing in the world.
+    The desperation of my situation obscured all else, and
+    I turned to him as the only friend I knew in time of
+    need. And my confidence in his fidelity, his careless
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_27"></a>27</span>
+    audacity, brought instantly a measure of peace. I
+    crept back and lay down upon the bed. The tears dried
+    upon my lashes, and I fell asleep as quietly as a tired
+    child.
+  </p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_28"></a>28</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_III_I_APPEAL_FOR_AID"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER III</h2>
+    <h3>I APPEAL FOR AID</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>It had been two years since I was at Quebec, and it
+    was with new eyes of appreciation that I watched
+    the great bristling cliffs as our boat glided silently past
+    the shore and headed in toward the landing. There
+    were two ships anchored in the river, one a great war
+    vessel with many sailors hanging over the rail and
+    watching us curiously. The streets leading back from
+    the water front were filled with a jostling throng,
+    while up the steep hillside beyond a constant stream of
+    moving figures, looking scarcely larger than ants, were
+    ascending and descending. We were in our large
+    canoe, with five Indian paddlers, its bow piled deep
+    with bales of fur to be sold in the market, and I had
+    been sleeping in the stern. It was the sun which
+    awoke me, and I sat up close beside Chevet&rsquo;s knee,
+    eagerly interested in the scene. Once I spoke, pointing
+    to the grim guns on the summit of the crest above, but
+    he answered so harshly as to compel silence. It was
+    thus we swept up to the edge of the landing, and made
+    fast. Cassion met us, attired so gaily in rich vestments
+    that I scarcely recognized the man, whom I had always
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_29"></a>29</span>
+    seen before in dull forest garb, yet I permitted him to
+    take my hand and assist me gallantly to the shore.
+    Faith, but he appeared like a new person with his embroidered
+    coat, buckled shoes and powdered hair,
+    smiling and debonair, whispering compliments to me,
+    as he helped me across a strip of mud to the drier
+    ground beyond. But I liked him none the better, for
+    there was the same cold stare to his eyes, and a cruel
+    sting to his words which he could not hide. The man
+    was the same whatever the cut of his clothes, and I
+    was not slow in removing my hand from his grasp,
+    once I felt my feet on firm earth.
+  </p>
+  <p>Yet naught I might do would stifle his complacency,
+    and he talked on, seeking to be entertaining, no doubt,
+    and pointing out the things of interest on every hand.
+    And I enjoyed the scene, finding enough to view to
+    make me indifferent to his posturing. Scarcely did I
+    even note what he said, although I must have answered
+    in a fashion, for he stuck at my side, and guided me
+    through the crowd, and up the hill. Chevet walked
+    behind us, gloomy and silent, having left the Indians
+    with the furs until I was safely housed. It was evidently
+    a gala day, for flags and streamers were flying
+    from every window of the Lower Town, and the narrow,
+    crooked streets were filled with wanderers having
+    no apparent business but enjoyment. Never had I
+    viewed so motley a throng, and I could but gaze
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_30"></a>30</span>
+    about with wide-opened eyes on the strange passing
+    figures.
+  </p>
+  <p>It was easy enough to distinguish the citizens of
+    Quebec, moving soberly about upon ordinary affairs of
+    trade, and those others idly jostling their way from
+    point to point of interest&ndash;&ndash;hunters from the far West,
+    bearded and rough, fur clad, and never without a long
+    rifle; sailors from the warship in the river; Indians
+    silent and watchful, staring gravely at every new sight;
+    settlers from the St. Lawrence and the Richelieu, great
+    seigniors on vast estates, but like children in the streets
+    of the town; fishermen from Cap St. Roche; <i>couriers
+      du bois</i>, and <i>voyageurs</i> in picturesque costumes; officers
+    of the garrison, resplendent in blue and gold; with
+    here and there a column of marching soldiers, or
+    statuesque guard. And there were women too,
+    a-plenty&ndash;&ndash;laughing girls, grouped together, ready for
+    any frolic; housewives on way to market; and occasionally
+    a dainty dame, with high-heeled shoe and
+    flounced petticoat, picking her way through the throng,
+    disdainful of the glances of those about. Everywhere
+    there was a new face, a strange costume, a glimpse of
+    unknown life.</p>
+  <p>It was all of such interest I was sorry when we
+    came to the gray walls of the convent. I had actually
+    forgotten Cassion, yet I was glad enough to be finally
+    rid of him, and be greeted so kindly by Sister Celeste.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_31"></a>31</span>
+    In my excitement I scarcely knew what it was the bowing
+    Commissaire said as he turned away, or paid heed
+    to Chevet&rsquo;s final growl, but I know the sister gently
+    answered them, and drew me within, closing the door
+    softly, and shutting out every sound. It was so quiet
+    in the stone passageway as to almost frighten me, but
+    she took me in her arms, and looked searchingly into
+    my face.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The three years have changed you greatly, my
+    child,&rdquo; she said gently, touching my cheeks with her
+    soft hands; &ldquo;but bright as your eyes are, it is not all
+    pleasure I see in them. You must tell me of your life.
+    The older man, I take it, was your uncle, Monsieur
+    Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I answered, but hesitated to add more.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He is much as I had pictured him, a bear of the
+    woods.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He is rough,&rdquo; I protested, &ldquo;for his life has been
+    hard, yet has given me no reason to complain. &rsquo;Tis
+    because the life is lonely that I grow old.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No doubt, and the younger gallant? He is not of
+    the forest school?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas Monsieur Cassion, Commissaire for the
+    Governor.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah! &rsquo;tis through him you have invitation to the
+    great ball?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I bowed my head, wondering at the kind questioning
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_32"></a>32</span>
+    in the sister&rsquo;s eyes. Could she have heard the truth?
+    Perchance she might tell me something of the man.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He has been selected by Monsieur Chevet as my
+    husband,&rdquo; I explained doubtfully. &ldquo;Know you aught
+    of the man, sister?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Her hand closed gently on mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, only that he has been chosen by La Barre to
+    carry special message to the Chevalier de Baugis in
+    the Illinois country. He hath an evil, sneering face,
+    and an insolent manner, even as described to me by
+    the Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I caught my breath quickly, and my hand grasp
+    tightened.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The Sieur de Artigny!&rdquo; I echoed, startled into
+    revealing the truth. &ldquo;He has been here? has talked
+    with you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Surely, my dear girl. He was here with La Salle
+    before his chief sailed for France, and yesterday he
+    came again, and questioned me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Questioned you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; he sought knowledge of you, and of why you
+    were in the household of Chevet. I liked the young
+    man, and told him all I knew, of your father&rsquo;s death
+    and the decree of the court, and of how Chevet compelled
+    you to leave the convent. I felt him to be honest
+    and true, and that his purpose was worthy.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And he mentioned Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_33"></a>33</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only that he had arranged to guide him into the
+    wilderness. But I knew he thought ill of the man.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I hesitated, for as a child I had felt awe of Sister
+    Celeste, yet her questioning eyes were kind, and we
+    were alone. Here was my chance, my only chance,
+    and I dare not lose it. Her face appeared before me
+    misty through tears, yet words came bravely enough
+    to my lips.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Sister, you must hear me,&rdquo; I began bewildered,
+    &ldquo;I have no mother, no friend even to whom to appeal;
+    I am just a girl all alone. I despise this man Cassion;
+    I do not know why, but he seems to be like a snake,
+    and I cannot bear his presence. I would rather die
+    than marry him. I do not think Chevet trusts him,
+    either, but he has some hold, and compels him to sell
+    me as though I was a slave in the market. I am to be
+    made to marry him. I pray you let me see this Sieur
+    de Artigny that I may tell him all, and beseech his
+    aid.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But why De Artigny, my girl? What is the boy
+    to you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nothing&ndash;&ndash;absolutely nothing,&rdquo; I confessed
+    frankly. &ldquo;We have scarcely spoken together, but he
+    is a gallant of true heart; he will never refuse aid to
+    a maid like me. It will be joy for him to outwit this
+    enemy of La Salle&rsquo;s. All I ask is that I be permitted
+    to tell him my story.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_34"></a>34</span></div>
+  <p>Celeste sat silent, her white hands clasped, her eyes
+    on the stained-glass window. It was so still I could
+    hear my own quick breathing. At last she spoke, her
+    voice still soft and kindly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I scarcely think you realize what you ask, my
+    child. &rsquo;Tis a strange task for a sister of the Ursulines,
+    and I would learn more before I answer. Is there
+    understanding between you and this Sieur de
+    Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We have met but twice; here at this convent three
+    years ago, when we were boy and girl, and he went
+    westward with La Salle. You know the time, and that
+    we talked together on the bench in the garden. Then
+    it was three days since that he came to our house on
+    the river, seeking Cassion that he might volunteer as
+    guide. He had no thought of me, nor did he know me
+    when we first met. There was no word spoken other
+    than that of mere friendship, nor did I know then that
+    Chevet had arranged my marriage to the Commissaire.
+    We did no more than laugh and make merry over the
+    past until the others came and demanded the purpose
+    of his visit. It was not his words, Sister, but the expression
+    of his face, the glance of his eye, which gave
+    me courage. I think he likes me, and his nature is
+    without fear. He will have some plan&ndash;&ndash;and there is
+    no one else.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I caught her hands in mine, but she did not look at
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_35"></a>35</span>
+    me, or answer. She was silent and motionless so long
+    that I lost hope, yet ventured to say no more in urging.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You think me immodest, indiscreet?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I fear you know little of the world, my child, yet,
+    I confess this young Sieur made good impression upon
+    me. I know not what to advise, for it may have been
+    but idle curiosity which brought him here with his
+    questioning. &rsquo;Tis not safe to trust men, but I can see
+    no harm in his knowing all you have told me. There
+    might be opportunity for him to be of service. He
+    travels with Cassion, you say?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Sister.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And their departure is soon?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Before daylight tomorrow. When the Commissaire
+    returns we are to be married. So Chevet explained
+    to me; Monsieur Cassion has not spoken. You
+    will give me audience with the Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have no power, child, but I will speak with the
+    Mother Superior, and repeat to her all I have learned.
+    It shall be as she wills. Wait here, and you may trust
+    me to plead for you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>She seemed to fade from the room, and I glanced
+    about, seeing no change since I was there before&ndash;&ndash;the
+    same bare walls and floor, the rude settee, the
+    crucifix above the door, and the one partially open
+    window, set deep in the stone wall. Outside I could
+    hear voices, and the shuffling of feet on the stone slabs,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_36"></a>36</span>
+    but within all was silence. I had been away from this
+    emotionless cloister life so long, out in the open air,
+    that I felt oppressed; the profound stillness was a
+    weight on my nerves. Would the sister be successful
+    in her mission? Would the Mother Superior, whose
+    stern rule I knew so well, feel slightest sympathy
+    with my need? And if she did, would De Artigny
+    care enough to come? Perchance it would have been
+    better to have made the plea myself rather than trust
+    all to the gentle lips of Celeste. Perhaps I might even
+    yet be given that privilege, for surely the Mother
+    would feel it best to question me before she rendered
+    decision.
+  </p>
+  <p>I crossed to the window and leaned out, seeking to
+    divert my mind by view of the scene below, yet the
+    stone walls were so thick that only a tantalizing glimpse
+    was afforded of the pavement opposite. There were
+    lines of people there, pressed against the side of a
+    great building, and I knew from their gestures that
+    troops were marching by. Once I had view of a
+    horseman, gaily uniformed, his frightened animal rearing
+    just at the edge of the crowd, which scattered like
+    a flock of sheep before the danger of pawing hoofs.
+    The man must have gained glimpse of me also, for
+    he waved one hand and smiled even as he brought the
+    beast under control. Then a band played, and I perceived
+    the shiny top of a carriage moving slowly up
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_37"></a>37</span>
+    the hill, the people cheering as it passed. No doubt it
+    was Governor la Barre, on his way to the citadel for
+    some ceremony of the day.
+  </p>
+  <p>Cassion would be somewhere in the procession, for
+    he was one to keep in the glare, and be seen, but there
+    would be no place for a lieutenant of La Salle&rsquo;s. I
+    leaned out farther, risking a fall, but saw nothing to
+    reward the effort, except a line of marching men, a
+    mere bobbing mass of heads. I drew back flushed with
+    exertion, dimly aware that someone had entered the
+    apartment. It was the Mother Superior, looking
+    smaller than ever in the gloom, and behind her framed
+    in the narrow doorway, his eyes smiling as though in
+    enjoyment of my confusion, stood De Artigny. I
+    climbed down from the bench, feeling my cheeks burn
+    hotly, and made obeisance. The Mother&rsquo;s soft hand
+    rested on my hair, and there was silence, so deep I
+    heard the pounding of my heart.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Child,&rdquo; said the Mother, her voice low but clear.
+    &ldquo;Rise that I may see your face. Ah! it has not so
+    greatly changed in the years, save that the eyes hold
+    knowledge of sorrow. Sister Celeste hath told me
+    your story, and if it be sin for me to grant your request
+    then must I abide the penance, for it is in my heart to
+    do so. Until I send the sister you may speak alone
+    with Monsieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>She drew slightly aside, and the young man bowed
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_38"></a>38</span>
+    low, hat in hand, then stood erect, facing me, the light
+    from the window on his face.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;At your command, Mademoiselle,&rdquo; he said quietly.
+    &ldquo;The Mother tells me you have need of my services.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I hesitated, feeling the embarrassment of the other
+    presence, and scarce knowing how best to describe my
+    case. It seemed simple enough when I was alone, but
+    now all my thoughts fled in confusion, and I realized
+    how little call I had to ask assistance. My eyes fell,
+    and the words trembled unspoken on my lips. When
+    I dared glance up again the Mother had slipped silently
+    from the room, leaving us alone. No doubt he felt
+    the difference also, for he stepped forward and caught
+    my hand in his, his whole manner changing, as he thus
+    assumed leadership. &rsquo;Twas so natural, so confidently
+    done, that I felt a sudden wave of hope overcome my
+    timidity.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Come, Mademoiselle,&rdquo; he said, almost eagerly.
+    &ldquo;There is no reason for you to fear confiding in me.
+    Surely I was never sent for without just reason. Let
+    us sit here while you retell the story. Perchance we
+    will play boy and girl again.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You remember that?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do I not!&rdquo; he laughed pleasantly. &ldquo;There were
+    few pleasant memories I took with me into the wilderness,
+    yet that was one. Ay, but we talked freely
+    enough then, and there is naught since in my life to
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_39"></a>39</span>
+    bring loss of faith. &rsquo;Tis my wish to serve you, be it
+    with wit or blade.&rdquo; He bent lower, seeking the expression
+    in my eyes. &ldquo;This Hugo Chevet&ndash;&ndash;he is a
+    brute. I know&ndash;&ndash;is his abuse beyond endurance?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, no,&rdquo; I hastened to explain. &ldquo;In his way he
+    is not unkind. The truth is he has lived so long in the
+    woods alone, he scarcely speaks. He&ndash;&ndash;he would
+    marry me to Monsieur Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Never will I forget the look of sheer delight on his
+    face as these words burst from me. His hand struck
+    the bench, and he tossed back the long hair from his
+    forehead, his eyes merry with enjoyment.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, good! By all the saints, &rsquo;tis even as I hoped.
+    Then have no fear of my sympathy, Mademoiselle.
+    Nothing could please me like a clash with that perfumed
+    gallant. He doth persecute you with his
+    wooing?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He has not spoken, save to Chevet; yet it is seemingly
+    all arranged without my being approached.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A coward&rsquo;s way. Chevet told you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Three days ago, Monsieur, after you were there,
+    and Cassion had departed. It may have been that your
+    being seen with me hastened the plan. I know not, yet
+    the two talked together long, and privately, and when
+    the Commissaire finally went away, Chevet called me
+    in, and told me what had been decided.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That you were to marry that coxcomb?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_40"></a>40</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; he did not ask me if I would; it was a command.
+    When I protested my lack of love, saying even
+    that I despised the man, he answered me with a laugh,
+    insisting it was his choice, not mine, and that love had
+    naught to do with such matters. Think you this Cassion
+    has some hold on Hugo Chevet to make him so
+    harsh?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No doubt, they are hand in glove in the fur trade,
+    and the Commissaire has La Barre&rsquo;s ear just now. He
+    rode by yonder in the carriage a moment since, and
+    you might think from his bows he was the Governor.
+    And this marriage? when does it take place?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;On Monsieur&rsquo;s safe return from the great West.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The smile came back to his face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not so bad that, for &rsquo;tis a long journey, and might
+    be delayed. I travel with him, you know, and we
+    depart at daybreak. What else did this Chevet have
+    to say?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only a threat that if ever you came near me again
+    his fingers would feel your throat, Monsieur. He
+    spoke of hate between himself and your father.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The eyes upon mine lost their tolerant smile, and
+    grew darker, and I marked the fingers of his hand
+    clinch.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That was like enough, for my father was little
+    averse to a quarrel, although he seldom made boast of
+    it afterwards. And so this Hugo Chevet threatened
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_41"></a>41</span>
+    me! I am not of the blood, Mademoiselle, to take such
+    things lightly. Yet wait&ndash;&ndash;why came you to me with
+    such a tale? Have you no friends?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;None, Monsieur,&rdquo; I answered gravely, and regretfully,
+    &ldquo;other than the nuns to whom I went to school,
+    and they are useless in such a case. I am an orphan
+    under guardianship, and my whole life has been passed
+    in this convent, and Chevet&rsquo;s cabin on the river. My
+    mother died at my birth, my father was a soldier on
+    the frontier, and I grew up alone among strangers.
+    Scarcely have I met any save the rough boatmen, and
+    those <i>couriers du bois</i> in my uncle&rsquo;s employ. There
+    was no one else but you, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;no one. &rsquo;Twas
+    not immodesty which caused me to make this appeal,
+    but a dire need. I am a helpless, friendless girl.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You trust me then?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; I believe you a man of honor.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He walked across the room, once, twice, his head
+    bent in thought, and I watched him, half frightened
+    lest I had angered him.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Have I done very wrong, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He stopped, his eyes on my face. He must have
+    perceived my perplexity, for he smiled again, and
+    pressed my hand gently.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If so, the angels must judge,&rdquo; he answered stoutly.
+    &ldquo;As for me, I am very glad you do me this honor. I
+    but seek the best plan of service, Mademoiselle, for I
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_42"></a>42</span>
+    stand between you and this sacrifice with much pleasure.
+    You shall not marry Cassion while I wear a
+    sword; yet, faith! I am so much a man of action that
+    I see no way out but by the strong arm. Is appeal to
+    the Governor, to the judges impossible?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He possesses influence now.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;True enough; he is the kind La Barre finds useful,
+    while I can scarce keep my head upon my shoulders
+    here in New France. To be follower of La Salle is to
+    be called traitor. It required the aid of every friend I
+    had in Quebec to secure me card of admission to the
+    ball tonight.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You attend, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Unless they bar me at the sword point. Know
+    you why I made the effort?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your promise to be present. I had no wish otherwise.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I felt the flush deepen on my cheeks and my eyes fell.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis most kind of you to say so, Monsieur,&rdquo; was
+    all I could falter.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay!&rdquo; he interrupted, &ldquo;we are both so alone in this
+    New France &rsquo;tis well we help each other. I will find
+    you a way out, Mademoiselle&ndash;&ndash;perhaps this night; if
+    not, then in the woods yonder. They are filled with
+    secrets, yet have room to hide another.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But not violence, Monsieur!&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_43"></a>43</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Planning and scheming is not my way, nor am I
+    good at it. A soldier of La Salle needs more to understand
+    action, and the De Artigny breed has ever had
+    faith in steel. I seek no quarrel, yet if occasion arise
+    this messenger of La Barre will find me quite ready.
+    I know not what may occur. Mademoiselle; I merely
+    pledge you my word of honor that Cassion will no
+    longer seek your hand. The method you must trust
+    to me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Our eyes met, and his were kind and smiling, with
+    a confidence in their depths that strangely heartened
+    me. Before I realized the action I had given him my
+    hand.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I do, Monsieur, and question no more, though I
+    pray for peace between you. Our time is up, Sister?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, my child,&rdquo; she stood in the doorway, appearing
+    like some saintly image. &ldquo;The Mother sent me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny released my hand, and bowed low.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I still rely upon your attendance at the ball?&rdquo; he
+    asked, lingering at the door.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And may bespeak a dance?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I cannot say no, although it may cost you dear.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He laughed gaily, his eyes bright with merriment.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Faith! most pleasures do I find; the world would
+    be dull enough otherwise. Till then, Mademoiselle,
+    adieu.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_44"></a>44</span></div>
+  <p>We heard his quick step ring on the stone of the
+    passage, and Celeste smiled, her hand on mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A lad of spirit that. The Sieur de la Salle picks
+    his followers well, and knows loyal hearts. The De
+    Artignys never fail.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You know of them, Sister?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I knew his father,&rdquo; she answered, half ashamed
+    already of her impulse, &ldquo;a gallant man. But come,
+    the Mother would have you visit her.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_45"></a>45</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_IV_IN_THE_PALACE_OF_THE_INTENDANT"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER IV</h2>
+    <h3>IN THE PALACE OF THE INTENDANT</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>The huge palace of the Intendant, between the
+    bluff and the river, was ablaze with lights, and
+    already crowded with guests at our arrival. I had
+    seen nothing of Chevet since the morning, nor did he
+    appear now; but Monsieur Cassion was prompt
+    enough, and congratulated me on my appearance with
+    bows, and words of praise which made me flush with
+    embarrassment. Yet I knew myself that I looked well
+    in the new gown, simple enough to be sure, yet prettily
+    draped, for Sister Celeste had helped me, and &rsquo;twas
+    whispered she had seen fine things in Europe before
+    she donned the sober habit of a nun. She loved yet to
+    dress another, and her swift touches to my hair had
+    worked a miracle. I read admiration in Cassion&rsquo;s
+    eyes, as I came forward from the shadows to greet
+    him, and was not unhappy to know he recognized my
+    beauty, and was moved by it. Yet it was not of him
+    I thought, but Rene de Artigny.</p>
+  <p>There was a chair without, and bearers, while two
+    soldiers of the Regiment of Picardy, held torches to
+    light the way, and open passage. Cassion walked beside
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_46"></a>46</span>
+    me, his tongue never still, yet I was too greatly
+    interested in the scene to care what he was saying,
+    although I knew it to be mostly compliment. It was
+    a steep descent, the stones of the roadway wet and
+    glistening from a recent shower, and the ceaseless
+    stream of people, mostly denizens of Quebec, peered at
+    us curiously as we made slow progress. Great bonfires
+    glowed from every high point of the cliff, their
+    red glare supplementing our torches, and bringing out
+    passing faces in odd distinctness.
+  </p>
+  <p>A spirit of carnival seemed to possess the crowd,
+    and more than once bits of green, and handfuls of
+    sweets were tossed into my lap; while laughter, and
+    gay badinage greeted us from every side. Cassion
+    took this rather grimly, and gave stern word to the
+    soldier escort, but I found it all diverting enough, and
+    had hard work to retain my dignity, and not join in
+    the merriment. It was darker at the foot of the hill,
+    yet the crowd did not diminish, although they stood in
+    ankle deep mud, and seemed less vivacious. Now and
+    then I heard some voice name Cassion as we passed,
+    recognizing his face in the torch glow, but there was
+    no sign that he was popular. Once a man called out
+    something which caused him to stop, hand on sword,
+    but he fronted so many faces that he lost heart, and
+    continued, laughing off the affront. Then we came
+    to the guard lines, and were beyond reach of the mob.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_47"></a>47</span></div>
+  <p>An officer met us, pointing out the way, and, after
+    he had assisted us to descend from the chair, we advanced
+    slowly over a carpet of clean straw toward the
+    gaily lighted entrance. Soldiers lined the walls on either
+    side, and overhead blazed a beacon suspended on a
+    chain. It was a scene rather grotesque and weird in
+    the red glow, and I took Cassion&rsquo;s arm gladly, feeling
+    just a little frightened by the strange surroundings.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Where is my Uncle Chevet?&rdquo; I asked, more as a
+    relief, than because I cared, although I was glad of his
+    absence because of De Artigny.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;In faith, I know not,&rdquo; he answered lightly. &ldquo;I
+    won him a card, but he was scarce gracious about it.
+    In some wine shop likely with others of his kind.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>There were servants at the door, and an officer, who
+    scanned the cards of those in advance of us, yet passed
+    Cassion, with a glance at his face, and word of recognition.
+    I observed him turn and stare after me, for
+    our eyes met, but, almost before I knew what had
+    occurred, I found myself in a side room, with a maid
+    helping to remove my wraps, and arrange my hair.
+    She was gracious and apt, with much to say in praise
+    of my appearance; and at my expression of doubt,
+    brought a mirror and held it before me. Then, for
+    the first time, did I comprehend the magic of Sister
+    Celeste, and what had been accomplished by her deft
+    fingers. I was no longer a rustic maid, but really a
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_48"></a>48</span>
+    quite grand lady, so that I felt a thrill of pride as I
+    went forth once more to join Cassion in the hall.
+    &rsquo;Twas plain enough to be seen that my appearance
+    pleased him also, for appreciation was in his eyes, and
+    he bowed low over my hand, and lifted it gallantly to
+    his lips.
+  </p>
+  <p>I will not describe the scene in the great ballroom,
+    for now, as I write, the brilliant pageant is but a dim
+    memory, confused and tantalizing. I recall the bright
+    lights overhead, and along the walls, the festooned
+    banners, the raised dais at one end, carpeted with
+    skins of wild animals, where the Governor stood, the
+    walls covered with arms and trophies of the chase, the
+    guard of soldiers at each entrance, and the mass of
+    people grouped about the room.</p>
+  <p>It was an immense apartment, but so filled with
+    guests as to leave scarce space for dancing, and the
+    company was a strange one; representative, I thought,
+    of each separate element which composed the population
+    of New France. Officers of the regiments in
+    garrison were everywhere, apparently in charge of the
+    evening&rsquo;s pleasure, but their uniforms bore evidence of
+    service. The naval men were less numerous, yet more
+    brilliantly attired, and seemed fond of the dance, and
+    were favorites of the ladies. These were young,
+    and many of them beautiful; belles of Quebec mostly,
+    and, although their gowns were not expensive, becomingly
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_49"></a>49</span>
+    attired. Yet from up and down the river the
+    seigniors had brought their wives and daughters to
+    witness the event. Some of these were uncouth
+    enough, and oddly appareled; not a few among them
+    plainly exhibiting traces of Indian blood; and here and
+    there, standing silent and alone, could be noted a red
+    chief from distant forest. Most of those men I saw
+    bore evidence in face and dress of the wild, rough life
+    they led&ndash;&ndash;fur traders from far-off waterways, guardians
+    of wilderness forts, explorers and adventurers.
+  </p>
+  <p>Many a name reached my ears famous in those days,
+    but forgotten long since; and once or twice, as we
+    slowly made our way through the throng, Cassion
+    pointed out to me some character of importance in the
+    province, or paused to present me with formality to
+    certain officials whom he knew. It was thus we approached
+    the dais, and awaited our turn to extend
+    felicitations to the Governor. Just before us was Du
+    L&rsquo;Hut, whose name Cassion whispered in my ear, a
+    tall, slender man, attired as a <i>courier du bois</i>, with long
+    fair hair sweeping his shoulders. I had heard of him
+    as a daring explorer, but there was no premonition
+    that he would ever again come into my life, and I was
+    more deeply interested in the appearance of La Barre.</p>
+  <p>He was a dark man, stern of face, and with strange,
+    furtive eyes, concealed behind long lashes and overhanging
+    brows. Yet he was most gracious to Du
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_50"></a>50</span>
+    L&rsquo;Hut, and when he turned, and perceived Monsieur
+    Cassion next in line, smiled and extended his hand
+    cordially.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, Francois, and so you are here at last, and
+    ever welcome. And this,&rdquo; he bowed low before me in
+    excess of gallantry, &ldquo;no doubt will be the Mademoiselle
+    la Chesnayne of whose charms I have heard so
+    much of late. By my faith, Cassion, even your eloquence
+    hath done small justice to the lady. Where,
+    Mademoiselle, have you hidden yourself, to remain
+    unknown to us of Quebec?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have lived with my uncle, Hugo Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, yes; I recall the circumstances now&ndash;&ndash;a rough,
+    yet loyal trader. He was with me once on the Ottawa&ndash;&ndash;and
+    tonight?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He accompanied me to the city, your excellency,
+    but I have not seen him since.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Small need, with Francois at your beck and call,&rdquo;
+    and he patted me playfully on the cheek. &ldquo;I have already
+    tested his faithfulness. Your father, Mademoiselle?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Captain Pierre la Chesnayne, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, yes; I knew him well; he fell on the Richelieu;
+    a fine soldier.&rdquo; He turned toward Cassion, the expression
+    of his face changed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You depart tonight?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;At daybreak, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_51"></a>51</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;That is well; see to it that no time is lost on the
+    journey. I have it in my mind that De Baugis may
+    need you, for, from all I hear Henri de Tonty is not
+    an easy man to handle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;De Tonty?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! the lieutenant Sieur de la Salle left in charge
+    at St. Louis; an Italian they tell me, and loyal to his
+    master. &rsquo;Tis like he may resist my orders, and De
+    Baugis hath but a handful with which to uphold
+    authority. I am not sure I approve of your selecting
+    this lad De Artigny as a guide; he may play you false.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Small chance he&rsquo;ll have for any trick.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perchance not, yet the way is long, and he knows
+    the wilderness. I advise you guard him well. I shall
+    send to you for council in an hour; there are papers
+    yet unsigned.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He turned away to greet those who followed us in
+    line, while we moved forward into the crowd about
+    the walls. Cassion whispered in my ear, telling me
+    bits of gossip about this and that one who passed us,
+    seeking to exhibit his wit, and impress me with his
+    wide acquaintance. I must have made fit response, for
+    his voice never ceased, yet I felt no interest in the
+    stories, and disliked the man more than ever for his
+    vapid boasting. The truth is my thought was principally
+    concerned with De Artigny, and whether he
+    would really gain admission. Still of this I had small
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_52"></a>52</span>
+    doubt, for his was a daring to make light of guards,
+    or any threat of enemies, if desire urged him on. And
+    I had his pledge.
+  </p>
+  <p>My eyes watched every moving figure, but the man
+    was not present, my anxiety increasing as I realized
+    his absence, and speculated as to its cause. Could
+    Cassion have interfered? Could he have learned of
+    our interview, and used his influence secretly to prevent
+    our meeting again? It was not impossible, for
+    the man was seemingly in close touch with Quebec, and
+    undoubtedly possessed power. My desire to see De
+    Artigny was now for his own sake&ndash;&ndash;to warn him of
+    danger and treachery. The few words I had caught
+    passing between La Barre and Cassion had to me a
+    sinister meaning; they were a promise of protection
+    from the Governor to his lieutenant, and this officer
+    of La Salle&rsquo;s should be warned that he was suspected
+    and watched. There was more to La Barre&rsquo;s words
+    than appeared openly; it would be later, when they
+    were alone, that he would give his real orders to
+    Cassion. Yet I felt small doubt as to what those orders
+    would be, nor of the failure of the lieutenant to
+    execute them. The wilderness hid many a secret, and
+    might well conceal another. In some manner that
+    night I must find De Artigny, and whisper my warning.</p>
+  <p>These were my thoughts, crystallizing into purpose,
+    yet I managed to smile cheerily into the face of the
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_53"></a>53</span>
+    Commissaire and make such reply to his badinage as
+    gave him pleasure. Faith, the man loved himself so
+    greatly the trick was easy, the danger being that I
+    yield too much to his audacity. No doubt he deemed
+    me a simple country maid, overawed by his gallantries,
+    nor did I seek to undeceive him, even permitting the
+    fool to press my hand, and whisper his soft nonsense.
+    Yet he ventured no further, seeing that in my eyes
+    warning him of danger if he grew insolent. I danced
+    with him twice, pleased to know I had not forgotten
+    the step, and then, as he felt compelled to show attention
+    to the Governor&rsquo;s lady, he left me in charge of a
+    tall, thin officer&ndash;&ndash;a Major Callons, I think&ndash;&ndash;reluctantly,
+    and disappeared in the crowd. Never did I
+    part with one more willingly, and as the Major spoke
+    scarcely a dozen words during our long dance together
+    I found opportunity to think, and decide upon a course
+    of action.
+  </p>
+  <p>As the music ceased my only plan was to avoid
+    Cassion as long as possible, and, at my suggestion, the
+    silent major conducted me to a side room, and then
+    disappeared seeking refreshments. I grasped the opportunity
+    to slip through the crowd, and find concealment
+    in a quiet corner. It was impossible for me to conceive
+    that De Artigny would fail to come. He had
+    pledged his word, and there was that about the man to
+    give me faith. Ay! he would come, unless there had
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_54"></a>54</span>
+    already been treachery. My heart beat swiftly at the
+    thought, my eyes eagerly searching the moving figures
+    in the ballroom. Yet there was nothing I could do but
+    wait, although fear was already tugging at my heart.
+  </p>
+  <p>I leaned forward scanning each passing face, my
+    whole attention concentrated on the discovery of De
+    Artigny. Where he came from I knew not, but his
+    voice softly speaking at my very ear brought me to my
+    feet, with a little cry of relief. The joy of finding him
+    must have found expression in my eyes, in my eager
+    clasping of his hand, for he laughed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis as though I was truly welcomed, Mademoiselle,&rdquo;
+    he said, and gravely enough. &ldquo;Could I hope
+    that you were even seeking me yonder?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It would be the truth, if you did,&rdquo; I responded
+    frankly, &ldquo;and I was beginning to doubt your promise.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nor was it as easily kept as I supposed when
+    given,&rdquo; he said under his breath. &ldquo;Come with me
+    into this side room where we can converse more freely&ndash;&ndash;I
+    can perceive Monsieur Cassion across the floor.
+    No doubt he is seeking you, and my presence here will
+    give the man no pleasure.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I glanced in the direction indicated, and although I
+    saw nothing of the Commissaire, I slipped back willingly
+    enough through the lifted curtain into the deserted
+    room behind. It was evidently an office of some
+    kind, for it contained only a desk and some chairs, and
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_55"></a>55</span>
+    was unlighted, except for the gleam from between the
+    curtains. The outer wall was so thick a considerable
+    space separated the room from the window, which was
+    screened off by heavy drapery. De Artigny appeared
+    familiar with these details, for, with scarcely a glance
+    about, he led me into this recess, where we stood concealed.
+    Lights from below illumined our faces, and
+    revealed an open window looking down on the court.
+    My companion glanced out at the scene beneath, and
+    his eyes and lips smiled as he turned again and
+    faced me.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But, Monsieur,&rdquo; I questioned puzzled, &ldquo;why was
+    it not easy? You met with trouble?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hardly that; a mere annoyance. I may only suspect
+    the cause, but an hour after I left you my ticket
+    of invitation was withdrawn.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Withdrawn? by whom?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The order of La Barre, no doubt; an officer of
+    his guard called on me to say he preferred my absence.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas the work of Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So I chose to believe, especially as he sent me word
+    later to remain at the boats, and have them in readiness
+    for departure at any minute. Some inkling of our
+    meeting must have reached his ears.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But how came you here, then?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He laughed in careless good humor.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Why that was no trick! Think you I am one to
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_56"></a>56</span>
+    disappoint because of so small an obstacle? As the
+    door was refused me I sought other entrance and
+    found it here.&rdquo; He pointed through the open window.
+    &ldquo;It was not a difficult passage, but I had to wait the
+    withdrawal of the guards below, which caused my late
+    arrival. Yet this was compensated for by discovering
+    you so quickly. My only fear was encountering someone
+    I knew while seeking you on the floor.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You entered through this window?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; there is a lattice work below.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And whose office is that within?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;My guess is that of Colonel Delguard, La Barre&rsquo;s
+    chief of staff, for there was a letter for him lying on
+    the desk. What difference? You are glad I came?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur, but not so much for my own sake,
+    as for yours. I bring you warning that you adventure
+    with those who would do you evil if the chance arrive.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bah! Monsieur Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not well for you to despise the man, for he
+    has power and is a villain at heart in spite of all his
+    pretty ways. &rsquo;Tis said he has the cruelty of a tiger,
+    and in this case La Barre gives him full authority.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hath the Governor grudge against me also?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only that you are follower of La Salle, and loyal,
+    while he is heart and hand with the other faction. He
+    chided Cassion for accepting you as guide, and advised
+    close watch lest you show treachery.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_57"></a>57</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;You overheard their talk?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! they made no secret of it; but I am convinced
+    La Barre has more definite instructions to give in private,
+    for he asked the Commissaire to come to him
+    later for conference. I felt that you should be told,
+    Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny leaned motionless against the window
+    ledge, and the light streaming in through the opening
+    of the draperies revealed the gravity of his expression.
+    For the moment he remained silent, turning the affair
+    over in his mind.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I thank you, Mademoiselle,&rdquo; he said finally, and
+    touched my hand, &ldquo;for your report gives me one more
+    link to my chain. I have picked up several in the past
+    few hours, and all seem to lead back to the manipulations
+    of Cassion. Faith! there is some mystery here,
+    for surely the man seemed happy enough when first
+    we met at Chevet&rsquo;s house, and accepted my offer
+    gladly. Have you any theory as to this change in
+    his front?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I felt the blood surge to my cheeks, and my eyes
+    fell before the intensity of his glance.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If I have, Monsieur, &rsquo;tis no need that it be mentioned.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your pardon, Mademoiselle, but your words
+    already answer me&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis then that I have shown
+    interest in you; the dog is jealous!&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_58"></a>58</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He laughed, and I felt the tightening of his hand
+    on mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Good! and by all the gods, I will give him fair
+    cause. The thought pleases me, for rather would I
+    be your soldier than my own. See, how it dovetails
+    in&ndash;&ndash;I meet you at the convent and pledge you my
+    aid; some spy bears word of our conference to Monsieur,
+    and an hour later I receive word that if I have
+    more to do with you I die. I smile at the warning
+    and send back a message of insult. Then my invitation
+    to this ball is withdrawn, and, later still, La Barre
+    even advises that I be assassinated at the least
+    excuse. &rsquo;Twould seem they deem you of importance,
+    Mademoiselle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You make it no more than a joke?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Far from it; the very fact that I know the men
+    makes it matter of grave concern. I might, indeed,
+    smile did it concern myself alone, but I have your
+    interests in mind&ndash;&ndash;you have honored me by calling
+    me your only friend, and now I know not where I
+    may serve you best&ndash;&ndash;in the wilderness, or here in
+    Quebec?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There can nothing injure me here, Monsieur, not
+    with Cassion traveling to the Illinois. No doubt he
+    will leave behind him those who will observe my
+    movements&ndash;&ndash;that cannot harm.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_59"></a>59</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;It is Hugo Chevet, I fear.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Chevet! my uncle&ndash;&ndash;I do not understand.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, for he is your uncle, and you know him only
+    in such relationship. He may have been to you kind
+    and indulgent. I do not ask. But to those who meet
+    him in the world he is a big, cruel, savage brute, who
+    would sacrifice even you, if you stood in his way.
+    And now if you fail to marry Cassion, you will so
+    stand. He is the one who will guard you, by choice
+    of the Commissaire, and orders of La Barre, and he
+    will do his part well.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I can remain with the sisters.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not in opposition to the Governor; they would
+    never dare antagonize him; tomorrow you will return
+    with Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I drew a quick breath, my eyes on his face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How can you know all this, Monsieur? Why
+    should my uncle sacrifice me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No matter how I know. Some of it has been
+    your own confession, coupled with my knowledge of
+    the man. Three days ago I learned of his debt to
+    Cassion, and that the latter had him in his claws, and
+    at his mercy. Today I had evidence of what that debt
+    means.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Today!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! &rsquo;twas from Chevet the threat came that he
+    would kill me if I ever met with you again.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_60"></a>60</span></div>
+  <p>I could but stare at him, incredulous, my fingers
+    unconsciously grasping his jacket.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He said that? Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! Chevet; the message came by mouth of the
+    half-breed, his <i>voyageur</i>, and I choked out of him
+    where he had left his master, yet when I got there the
+    man had gone. If we might meet tonight the matter
+    would be swiftly settled.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He gazed out into the darkness, and I saw his hand
+    close on the hilt of his knife. I caught his arm.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, no Monsieur; not that. You must not seek
+    a quarrel, for I am not afraid&ndash;&ndash;truly I am not; you
+    will listen&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>There was a voice speaking in the office room behind,
+    the closing of a door, and the scraping of a chair as
+    someone sat down. My words ceased, and we stood
+    silent in the shadow, my grasp still on De Artigny&rsquo;s
+    arm.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_61"></a>61</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_V_THE_ORDER_OF_LA_BARRE"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER V</h2>
+    <h3>THE ORDER OF LA BARRE</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>I did not recognize the voice speaking&ndash;&ndash;a husky
+    voice, the words indistinct, yet withal forceful&ndash;&ndash;nor
+    do I know what it was he said. But when the
+    other answered, tapping on the desk with some instrument,
+    I knew the second speaker to be La Barre, and
+    leaned back just far enough to gain glimpse through
+    the opening in the drapery. He sat at the desk, his
+    back toward us, while his companion, a red-faced,
+    heavily-moustached man, in uniform of the Rifles,
+    stood opposite, one arm on the mantel over the fireplace.
+    His expression was that of amused interest.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You saw the lady?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;In the receiving line for a moment only; a fair
+    enough maid to be loved for her own sake I should say.
+    Faith, never have I seen handsomer eyes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The other laughed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis well Madame does not overhear that confession.
+    An heiress, and beautiful! Piff! but she might
+    find others to her liking rather than this Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It is small chance she has had to make choice, and
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_62"></a>62</span>
+    as to her being an heiress, where heard you such a
+    rumor, Colonel Delguard?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>The officer straightened up.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You forget, sir,&rdquo; he said slowly, &ldquo;that the papers
+    passed through my hands after Captain la Chesnayne&rsquo;s
+    death. It was at your request they failed to
+    reach the hands of Frontenac.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>La Barre gazed at him across the desk, his brows
+    contracted into a frown.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, I had not forgotten,&rdquo; and the words sounded
+    harsh. &ldquo;But they came to me properly sealed, and
+    I supposed unopened. I think I have some reason to
+    ask an explanation, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And one easily made. I saw only the letter, but
+    that revealed enough to permit of my guessing the rest.
+    It is true, is it not, that La Chesnayne left an estate
+    of value?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He thought so, but, as you must be aware, it had
+    been alienated by act of treason.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! but Comte de Frontenac appealed the case
+    to the King, who granted pardon, and restoration.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So, &rsquo;twas rumored, but unsupported by the records.
+    So far as New France knows there was no
+    reply from Versailles.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The Colonel stood erect, and advanced a step, his
+    expression one of sudden curiosity.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;In faith, Governor,&rdquo; he said swiftly, &ldquo;but your
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_63"></a>63</span>
+    statement awakens wonder. If this be so why does
+    Francois Cassion seek the maid so ardently? Never
+    did I deem that cavalier one to throw himself away
+    without due reward.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>La Barre laughed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perchance you do Francois ill judgment, Monsieur
+    le Colonel,&rdquo; he replied amused. &ldquo;No doubt &rsquo;tis love,
+    for, in truth, the witch would send sluggish blood
+    dancing with the glance of her eyes. Still,&rdquo; more
+    soberly, his eyes falling to the desk, &ldquo;&rsquo;tis, as you say,
+    scarce in accord with Cassion&rsquo;s nature to thus make
+    sacrifice, and there have been times when I suspected
+    he did some secret purpose. I use the man, yet never
+    trust him.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nor I, since he played me foul trick at La Chine.
+    Could he have found the paper of restoration, and
+    kept it concealed, until all was in his hands?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have thought of that, yet it doth not appear possible.
+    Francois was in ill grace with Frontenac, and
+    could never have reached the archives. If the paper
+    came to his hands it was by accident, or through some
+    treachery. Well,&rsquo;tis small use of our discussing the
+    matter. He hath won my pledge to Mademoiselle
+    la Chesnayne&rsquo;s hand, for I would have him friend,
+    not enemy, just now. They marry on his return.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He is chosen then for the mission to Fort St.
+    Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_64"></a>64</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, there were reasons for his selection. The
+    company departs at dawn. Tell him, Monsieur, that
+    I await him now for final interview.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I watched Delguard salute, and turn away to execute
+    his order. La Barre drew a paper from a drawer of
+    the desk, and bent over it pen in hand. My eyes lifted
+    to the face of De Artigny, standing motionless behind
+    me in the deeper shadow.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You overheard, Monsieur?&rdquo; I whispered.</p>
+  <p>He leaned closer, his lips at my ear, his eyes dark
+    with eagerness.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Every word, Mademoiselle! Fear not, I shall yet
+    learn the truth from this Cassion. You suspected?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I shook my head, uncertain.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;My father died in that faith, Monsieur, but Chevet
+    called me a beggar.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Chevet! no doubt he knows all, and has a dirty
+    hand in the mess. He called you beggar, hey!&ndash;&ndash;hush,
+    the fellow comes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He was a picture of insolent servility, as he stood
+    there bowing, his gay dress fluttering with ribbons, his
+    face smiling, yet utterly expressionless. La Barre
+    lifted his eyes, and surveyed him coldly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You sent for me, sir?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, although I scarcely thought at this hour you
+    would appear in the apparel of a dandy. I have
+    chosen you for serious work, Monsieur, and the time
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_65"></a>65</span>
+    is near for your departure. Surely my orders were
+    sufficiently clear?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They were, Governor la Barre,&rdquo; and Cassion&rsquo;s lips
+    lost their grin, &ldquo;and my delay in changing dress has
+    occurred through the strange disappearance of Mademoiselle
+    la Chesnayne. I left her with Major Callons
+    while I danced with my lady, and have since
+    found no trace of the maid.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Does not Callons know?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only that, seeking refreshments, he left her, and
+    found her gone on his return. Her wraps are in the
+    dressing room.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then &rsquo;tis not like she has fled the palace. No
+    doubt she awaits you in some corner. I will have the
+    servants look, and meanwhile pay heed to me. This
+    is a mission of more import than love-making with a
+    maid, Monsieur Cassion, and its success, or failure,
+    will determine your future. You have my letter of
+    instruction?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It has been carefully read.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And the sealed orders for Chevalier de Baugis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Here, protected in oiled silk.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;See that they reach him, and no one else; they
+    give him an authority I could not grant before, and
+    should end La Salle&rsquo;s control of that country. You
+    have met this Henri de Tonty? He was here with
+    his master three years since, and had audience.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_66"></a>66</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, but that was before my time. Is he one to
+    resist De Baugis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He impressed me as a man who would obey to
+    the letter, Monsieur; a dark-faced soldier, with an iron
+    jaw. He had lost one arm in battle, and was loyal to
+    his chief.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So I have heard&ndash;&ndash;a stronger man than De
+    Baugis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A more resolute; all depends on what orders La
+    Salle left, and the number of men the two command.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;In that respect the difference is not great. De
+    Baugis had but a handful of soldiers to take from
+    Mackinac, although his <i>voyageurs</i> may be depended
+    upon to obey his will. His instructions were not to
+    employ force.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And the garrison of St. Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis hard to tell, as there are fur hunters there of
+    whom we have no record. La Salle&rsquo;s report would
+    make his own command eighteen, but they are well
+    chosen, and he hath lieutenants not so far away as to
+    be forgotten. La Forest would strike at a word, and
+    De la Durantaye is at the Chicago portage, and no
+    friend of mine. &rsquo;Tis of importance, therefore, that
+    your voyage be swiftly completed, and my orders
+    placed in De Baugis&rsquo; hands. Are all things ready for
+    departure?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, the boats only await my coming.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_67"></a>67</span></div>
+  <p>The Governor leaned his head on his hand, crumbling
+    the paper between his fingers.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;This young fellow&ndash;&ndash;De Artigny,&rdquo; he said
+    thoughtfully, &ldquo;you have some special reason for keeping
+    him in your company?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion crossed the room, his face suddenly darkening.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, now I have,&rdquo; he explained shortly, &ldquo;although
+    I first engaged his services merely for what I deemed
+    to be their value. He spoke me most fairly.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But since?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have cause to suspect. Chevet tells me that today
+    he had conference with Mademoiselle at the House of
+    the Ursulines.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, &rsquo;twas for that then you had his ticket revoked.
+    I see where the shoe pinches. &rsquo;Twill be safer with him
+    in the boats than back here in Quebec. Then I give
+    permission, and wash my hands of the whole affair&ndash;&ndash;but
+    beware of him, Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I may be trusted, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I question that no longer.&rdquo; He hesitated slightly,
+    then added in lower tone: &ldquo;If accident occur the
+    report may be briefly made. I think that will be all.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Both men were upon their feet, and La Barre
+    extended his hand across the desk. I do not know
+    what movement may have caused it, but at that
+    moment, a wooden ring holding the curtain fell, and
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_68"></a>68</span>
+    struck the floor at my feet. Obeying the first impulse
+    I thrust De Artigny back behind me into the shadow,
+    and held aside the drapery. Both men, turning, startled
+    at the sound, beheld me clearly, and stared in
+    amazement. Cassion took a step forward, an exclamation
+    of surprise breaking from his lips.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Adele! Mademoiselle!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I stepped more fully into the light, permitting the
+    curtain to fall behind me, and my eyes swept their
+    faces.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;you were seeking me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;For an hour past; for what reason did you leave
+    the ballroom?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>With no purpose in my mind but to gain time in
+    which to collect my thought and protect De Artigny
+    from discovery, I made answer, assuming a carelessness
+    of demeanor which I was far from feeling.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Has it been so long, Monsieur?&rdquo; I returned in
+    apparent surprise. &ldquo;Why I merely sought a breath
+    of fresh air, and became interested in the scene without.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>La Barre stood motionless, just as he had risen to
+    his feet at the first alarm, his eyes on my face, his
+    heavy eyebrows contracted in a frown.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I will question the young lady, Cassion,&rdquo; he said
+    sternly, &ldquo;for I have interests here of my own. Mademoiselle!&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_69"></a>69</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How long have you been behind that curtain?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur Cassion claims to have sought me for
+    an hour.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Enough of that,&rdquo; his voice grown harsh, and
+    threatening. &ldquo;You address the Governor; answer me
+    direct.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I lifted my eyes to his stern face, but they instantly
+    fell before the encounter of his fierce gaze.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I do not know, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Who was here when you came in?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No one, Monsieur; the room was empty.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then you hid there, and overheard the conversation
+    between Colonel Delguard and myself?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur,&rdquo; I confessed, feeling my limbs
+    tremble.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And also all that has passed since Monsieur Cassion
+    entered?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He drew a deep breath, striking his hand on the
+    desk, as though he would control his anger.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Were you alone? Had you a companion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I know not how I managed it, yet I raised my eyes
+    to his, simulating a surprise I was far from feeling.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Alone, Monsieur? I am Adele la Chesnayne; if
+    you doubt, the way of discovery is open without word
+    from me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_70"></a>70</span></div>
+  <p>His suspicious, doubting eyes never left my face,
+    and there was sneer in his voice as he answered.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bah! I am not in love to be played with by a
+    witch. Perchance &rsquo;tis not easy for you to lie. Well,
+    we will see. Look within the alcove, Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The Commissaire was there even before the words
+    of command were uttered, and my heart seemed to
+    stop beating as his heavy hand tore aside the drapery.
+    I leaned on the desk, bracing myself, expecting a blow,
+    a struggle; but all was silent. Cassion, braced, and
+    expectant, peered into the shadows, evidently perceiving
+    nothing; then stepped within, only to instantly
+    reappear, his expression that of disappointment. The
+    blood surged back to my heart, and my lips smiled.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No one is there, Monsieur,&rdquo; he reported, &ldquo;but
+    the window is open.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And not a dangerous leap to the court below,&rdquo;
+    returned La Barre thoughtfully. &ldquo;So far you win,
+    Mademoiselle. Now will you answer me&ndash;&ndash;were you
+    alone there ten minutes ago?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It is useless for me to reply, Monsieur,&rdquo; I answered
+    with dignity, &ldquo;as it will in no way change your
+    decision.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You have courage, at least.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The inheritance of my race, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Well, we&rsquo;ll test it then, but not in the form you
+    anticipate.&rdquo; He smiled, but not pleasantly, and
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_71"></a>71</span>
+    resumed his seat at the desk. &ldquo;I propose closing your
+    mouth, Mademoiselle, and placing you beyond temptation.
+    Monsieur Cassion, have the lieutenant at the
+    door enter.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I stood in silence, wondering at what was about to
+    occur; was I to be made prisoner? or what form was
+    my punishment to assume? The power of La Barre
+    I knew, and his stern vindictiveness, and well I realized
+    the fear and hate which swept his mind, as he
+    recalled the conversation I had overheard. He must
+    seal my lips to protect himself&ndash;&ndash;but how? As though
+    in a daze I saw Cassion open the door, speak a sharp
+    word to one without, and return, followed by a young
+    officer, who glanced curiously aside at me, even as he
+    saluted La Barre, and stood silently awaiting his
+    orders. The latter remained a moment motionless, his
+    lips firm set.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Where is Father Le Guard?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;In the Chapel, Monsieur; he passed me a moment
+    ago.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Good; inform the <i>p&egrave;re</i> that I desire his presence
+    at once. Wait! know you the fur trader, Hugo
+    Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have seen the man, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;a big fellow,
+    with a shaggy head.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, as savage as the Indians he has lived among.
+    He is to be found at Eclair&rsquo;s wine shop in the Rue St.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_72"></a>72</span>
+    Louis. Have your sentries bring him here to me.
+    Attend to both these matters.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>La Barre&rsquo;s eyes turned from the disappearing figure
+    of the officer, rested a moment on my face, and then
+    smiled grimly as he fronted Cassion. He seemed well
+    pleased with himself, and to have recovered his good
+    humor.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A delightful surprise for you, Monsieur Cassion,&rdquo;
+    he said genially, &ldquo;and let us hope no less a pleasure
+    for the fair lady. Be seated, Mademoiselle; there may
+    be a brief delay. You perceive my plan, no doubt?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion did not answer, and the Governor looked
+    at me.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And yet so simple, so joyful a way out of this
+    unfortunate predicament. I am surprised. Cassion
+    here might not appreciate how nicely this method will
+    answer to close your lips, but you, remembering clearly
+    the private conference between myself and Colonel
+    Delguard, should grasp my purpose at once. Your
+    marriage is to take place tonight, Mademoiselle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Tonight! my marriage! to whom?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah! is there then more than one prospective
+    bridegroom? Monsieur Cassion surely I am not in
+    error that you informed me of your engagement to
+    Mademoiselle la Chesnayne?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_73"></a>73</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;She has been pledged me in marriage, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;the
+    banns published.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I sat with bowed head, my cheeks flaming.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis then as I understood,&rdquo; La Barre went on,
+    chuckling. &ldquo;The lady is over modest.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have made no pledge,&rdquo; I broke in desperately.
+    &ldquo;Monsieur spoke to my Uncle Chevet, not I!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yet you were told! You made no refusal?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, I could not; they arranged it all, and,
+    besides, it was not to be until Monsieur returned from
+    the West. I do not love him; I thought&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bah! what is love? &rsquo;Tis enough that you accepted.
+    This affair is no longer one of affection; it has become
+    the King&rsquo;s business, a matter of State. I decide it is
+    best for you to leave Quebec; ay! and New France,
+    Mademoiselle. There is but one choice, imprisonment
+    here, or exile into the wilderness.&rdquo; He leaned forward
+    staring into my face with his fierce, threatening eyes.
+    &ldquo;I feel it better that you go as Monsieur Cassion&rsquo;s
+    wife, and under his protection. I decree that so you
+    shall go.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Alone&ndash;&ndash;with&ndash;&ndash;with&ndash;&ndash;Monsieur Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;One of his party. &rsquo;Tis my order also that Hugo
+    Chevet be of the company. Perchance a year in the
+    wilderness may be of benefit to him, and he might be
+    of value in watching over young De Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Never have I felt more helpless, more utterly alone.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_74"></a>74</span>
+    I knew all he meant, but my mind grasped no way of
+    escape. His face leered at me as through a mist, yet
+    as I glanced aside at Cassion it only brought home to
+    me a more complete dejection. The man was glad&ndash;&ndash;glad!
+    He had no conscience, no shame. To appeal
+    to him would be waste of breath&ndash;&ndash;a deeper humiliation.
+    Suddenly I felt cold, hard, reckless; ay! they
+    had the power to force me through the unholy ceremony.
+    I was only a helpless girl; but beyond that I
+    would laugh at them; and Cassion&ndash;&ndash;if he dared&ndash;&ndash;
+  </p>
+  <p>The door opened, and a lean priest in long black
+    robe entered noiselessly, bending his shaven head to
+    La Barre, as his crafty eyes swiftly swept our faces.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur desired my presence?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, P&egrave;re le Guard, a mission of happiness. There
+    are two here to be joined in matrimony by bonds of
+    Holy Church. We but wait the coming of the lady&rsquo;s
+    guardian.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The <i>p&egrave;re</i> must have interpreted the expression of
+    my face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis regular, Monsieur?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By order of the King,&rdquo; returned La Barre sternly.
+    &ldquo;Beyond that it is not necessary that you inquire.
+    Ah! Monsieur Chevet! they found you then? I have a
+    pleasant surprise for you. &rsquo;Tis hereby ordered that you
+    accompany Commissaire Cassion to the Illinois country
+    as interpreter, to be paid from my private fund.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_75"></a>75</span></div>
+  <p>Chevet stared into the Governor&rsquo;s dark face, scarce
+    able to comprehend, his brain dazed from heavy
+    drinking.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The Illinois country! I&ndash;&ndash;Hugo Chevet? &rsquo;Tis
+    some joke, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;None at all, as you will discover presently, my
+    man. I do not jest on the King&rsquo;s service.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But my land, Monsieur; my niece?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>La Barre permitted himself a laugh.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bah! let the land lie fallow; &rsquo;twill cost little while
+    you draw a wage, and as for Mademoiselle, &rsquo;tis that
+    you may accompany her I make choice. Stand back;
+    you have your orders, and now I&rsquo;ll show you good reason.&rdquo;
+    He stood up, and placed his hand on Cassion&rsquo;s
+    arm. &ldquo;Now my dear, Francois, if you will join the
+    lady.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_76"></a>76</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_VI_THE_WIFE_OF_FRANCOIS_CASSION"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER VI</h2>
+    <h3>THE WIFE OF FRANCOIS CASSION</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>It is vague, all that transpired. I knew then, and
+    recall now, much of the scene yet it returns to
+    memory more in a passing picture than an actual
+    reality in which I was an actor. But one clear impression
+    dominated my brain&ndash;&ndash;my helplessness to resist
+    the command of La Barre. His word was law in the
+    colony, and from it there was no appeal, save to the
+    King. Through swimming mist I saw his face, stern,
+    dark, threatening, and then glimpsed Cassion approaching
+    me, a smile curling his thin lips. I shrank back
+    from him, yet arose to my feet, trembling so that I
+    clung to the chair to keep erect.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do not touch me, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, in a voice
+    which scarcely sounded like my own. Cassion stood
+    still, the smile of triumph leaving his face. La Barre
+    turned, his eyes cold and hard.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What is this, Mademoiselle? You would dare
+    disobey me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I caught my breath, gripping the chair with both
+    hands.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur le Governor,&rdquo; I answered, surprised
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_77"></a>77</span>
+    at the clearness with which I spoke. &ldquo;That would
+    be useless; you have behind you the power of France,
+    and I am a mere girl. Nor do I appeal, for I know
+    well the cause of your decision. It is indeed my privilege
+    to appeal to Holy Church for protection from this
+    outrage, but not through such representative as I see
+    here.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;P&egrave;re le Guard is chaplain of my household.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And servant to your will, Monsieur. &rsquo;Tis known
+    in all New France he is more diplomat than priest.
+    Nay! I take back my word, and will make trial of his
+    priesthood. Father, I do not love this man, nor marry
+    him of my own free will. I appeal to you, to the
+    church, to refuse the sanction.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The priest stood with fingers interlocked, and head
+    bowed, nor did his eyes meet mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am but the humble instrument of those in authority,
+    Daughter,&rdquo; he replied gently, &ldquo;and must perform
+    the sacred duties of my office. &rsquo;Tis your own confession
+    that your hand has been pledged to Monsieur
+    Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By Hugo Chevet, not myself.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Without objection on your part.&rdquo; He glanced up
+    slyly. &ldquo;Perchance this was before the appearance of
+    another lover, the Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I felt the color flood my cheeks, yet from indignation
+    rather than embarrassment.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_78"></a>78</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;No word of love has been spoken me by Monsieur
+    de Artigny,&rdquo; I answered swiftly. &ldquo;He is a friend, no
+    more. I do not love Francois Cassion, nor marry him
+    but through force; ay! nor does he love me&ndash;&ndash;this is
+    but a scheme to rob me of my inheritance.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Enough of this,&rdquo; broke in La Barre sternly, and
+    he gripped my arm. &ldquo;The girl hath lost her head,
+    and such controversy is unseemly in my presence.
+    P&egrave;re le Guard, let the ceremony proceed.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis your order, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! do I not speak my will plainly enough? Come,
+    the hour is late, and our King&rsquo;s business is of more
+    import than the whim of a girl.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I never moved, never lifted my eyes. I was conscious
+    of nothing, but helpless, impotent anger, of
+    voiceless shame. They might force me to go through
+    the form, but never would they make me the wife of
+    this man. My heart throbbed with rebellion, my mind
+    hardened into revolt. I knew all that occurred, realized
+    the significance of every word and act, yet it was as
+    if they appertained to someone else. I felt the clammy
+    touch of Cassion&rsquo;s hand on my nerveless fingers, and
+    I must have answered the interrogatories of the priest,
+    for his voice droned on, meaningless to the end. It
+    was only in the silence which followed that I seemed
+    to regain consciousness, and a new grip on my numbed
+    faculties. Indeed I was still groping in the fog, bewildered,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_79"></a>79</span>
+    inert, when La Barre gave utterance to a coarse
+    laugh.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Congratulations, Francois,&rdquo; he cried. &ldquo;A fair
+    wife, and not so unwilling after all. And now your
+    first kiss.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The sneer of these words was like a slap in the face,
+    and all the hatred, and indignation I felt seethed to
+    the surface. A heavy paper knife lay on the desk, and
+    I gripped it in my fingers, and stepped back, facing
+    them. The mist seemed to roll away, and I saw their
+    faces, and there must have been that in mine to startle
+    them, for even La Barre gave back a step, and the
+    grin faded from the thin lips of the Commissaire.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis ended then,&rdquo; I said, and my voice did not
+    falter. &ldquo;I am this man&rsquo;s wife. Very well, you have
+    had your way; now I will have mine. Listen to what
+    I shall say, Monsieur le Governor, and you also, Francois
+    Cassion. By rite of church you call me wife, but
+    that is your only claim. I know your law, and that
+    this ceremony has sealed my lips. I am your captive,
+    nothing more; you can rob me now&ndash;&ndash;but, mark you!
+    all that you will ever get is money. Monsieur Cassion,
+    if you dare lay so much as a finger on me, I will kill
+    you, as I would a snake. I know what I say, and mean
+    it. You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur, if you doubt how
+    my race repays insult. I will go with you; I will bear
+    your name; this the law compels, but I am still mistress
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_80"></a>80</span>
+    of my soul, and of my body. You hear me, Messieurs?
+    You understand?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>Cassion stood leaning forward, just where my first
+    words had held him motionless. As I paused his eyes
+    were on my face, and he lifted a hand to wipe away
+    drops of perspiration. La Barre crumpled the paper
+    he held savagely.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So,&rdquo; he exclaimed, &ldquo;we have unchained a tiger
+    cat. Well, all this is naught to me; and Francois, I
+    leave you and the wilderness to do the taming. In
+    faith, &rsquo;tis time already you were off. You agree to
+    accompany the party without resistance, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;As well there, as here,&rdquo; I answered contemptuously.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you, Hugo Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The giant growled something inarticulate through
+    his beard, not altogether, I thought, to La Barre&rsquo;s liking,
+    for his face darkened.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By St. Anne! &rsquo;tis a happy family amid which you
+    start your honeymoon, Monsieur Cassion,&rdquo; he ejaculated
+    at length, &ldquo;but go you must, though I send a file
+    of soldiers with you to the boats. Now leave me, and
+    I would hear no more until word comes of your arrival
+    at St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>We left the room together, the three of us, and no
+    one spoke, as we traversed the great assembly hall, in
+    which dancers still lingered, and gained the outer hall.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_81"></a>81</span>
+    Cassion secured my cloak, and I wrapped it about my
+    shoulders, for the night air without was already chill,
+    and then, yet in unbroken silence, we passed down the
+    steps into the darkness of the street. I walked beside
+    Chevet, who was growling to himself, scarce sober
+    enough to clearly realize what had occurred, and so
+    we followed the Commissaire down the steep path
+    which led to the river.
+  </p>
+  <p>There was no pomp now, no military guard, or blazing
+    torches. All about us was gloom and silence, the
+    houses fronting the narrow passage black, although a
+    gleam of fire revealed the surface of the water below.
+    The rough paving made walking difficult, and I tripped
+    twice during the descent, once wrenching an ankle, but
+    with no outcry. I was scarce conscious of the pain,
+    or of my surroundings, for my mind still stood aghast
+    over what had occurred. It had been so swiftly
+    accomplished I yet failed to grasp the full significance.</p>
+  <p>Vaguely I comprehended that I was no longer Adele
+    la Chesnayne, but the wife of that man I followed. A
+    word, a muttered prayer, an uplifted hand, had made
+    me his slave, his vassal. Nothing could break the
+    bond between us save death. I might hate, despise,
+    revile, but the bond held. This thought grew clearer
+    as my mind readjusted itself, and the full horror of
+    the situation took possession of me. Yet there was
+    nothing I could do; I could neither escape or fight, nor
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_82"></a>82</span>
+    had I a friend to whom I could appeal. Suddenly I
+    realized that I still grasped in my hand the heavy
+    paper knife I had snatched up from La Barre&rsquo;s desk,
+    and I thrust it into the waistband of my skirt. It was
+    my only weapon of defense, yet to know I had even
+    that seemed to bring me a glow of courage.
+  </p>
+  <p>We reached the river&rsquo;s edge and halted. Below us,
+    on the bank, the blazing fire emitted a red gleam
+    reflecting on the water, and showing us the dark outlines
+    of waiting canoes, and seated figures. Gazing
+    about Cassion broke the silence, his voice assuming
+    the harshness of authority.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Three canoes! Where is the other? Huh! if there
+    be delay now, someone will make answer to me. Pass
+    the word for the sergeant; ah! is this you Le Claire?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;All is prepared, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He glared at the stocky figure fronting him in
+    infantry uniform.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Prepared! You have but three boats at the bank.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The other is below, Monsieur; it is loaded and
+    waits to lead the way.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah! and who is in charge?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Was it not your will that it be the guide&ndash;&ndash;the
+    Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Sacre!</i> but I had forgotten the fellow. Ay! &rsquo;tis
+    the best place for him. And are all provisions and
+    arms aboard? You checked them, Le Claire?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_83"></a>83</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;With care, Monsieur; I watched the stowing of
+    each piece; there is nothing forgotten.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And the men?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Four Indian paddlers to each boat, Monsieur,
+    twenty soldiers, a priest, and the guide.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the tally. Make room for two more in the
+    large canoe; ay, the lady goes. Change a soldier each
+    to your boat and that of P&egrave;re Allouez until we make
+    our first camp, where we can make new arrangement.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is room in De Artigny&rsquo;s canoe.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We&rsquo;ll not call him back; the fellows will tuck away
+    somehow. Come, let&rsquo;s be off, it looks like dawn over
+    yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I found myself in one of the canoes, so filled with
+    men any movement was almost impossible, yet of this
+    I did not complain for my Uncle Chevet was next to
+    me, and Cassion took place at the steering oar in the
+    stern. To be separated from him was all I asked,
+    although the very sound of his harsh voice rasping out
+    orders, as we swung out from the bank rendered me
+    almost frantic. My husband! God! and I was actually
+    married to that despicable creature! I think I hardly
+    realized before what had occurred, but now the hideous
+    truth came, and I buried my face in my hands, and
+    felt tears stealing through my fingers.</p>
+  <p>Yet only for a moment were these tears of weakness.
+    Indignation, anger, hatred conquered me. He
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_84"></a>84</span>
+    had won! he had used power to conquer! Very well,
+    now he would pay the price. He thought me a helpless
+    girl; he would find me a woman, and a La Chesnayne.
+    The tears left my eyes, and my head lifted, as purpose
+    and decision returned.
+  </p>
+  <p>We were skirting the northern bank, the high bluffs
+    blotting out the stars, with here and there, far up above
+    us, a light gleaming from some distant window, its
+    rays reflecting along the black water. The Indian
+    paddlers worked silently, driving the sharp prow of
+    the heavily laden canoe steadily up stream. Farther
+    out to the left was the dim outline of another boat,
+    keeping pace with ours, the moving figures of the
+    paddlers revealed against the water beyond.</p>
+  <p>I endeavored to discern the canoe which led the way,
+    over which De Artigny held command, but it was hidden
+    by a wall of mist too far away to be visible. Yet
+    the very thought that the young Sieur was there,
+    accompanying us into the drear wilderness, preserved
+    me from utter despair. I would not be alone, or friendless.
+    Even when he learned the truth, he would know
+    it was not my fault, and though he might question,
+    and even doubt, at first, yet surely the opportunity
+    would come for me to confess all, and feel his sympathy,
+    and protection. I cannot explain the confidence
+    which this certainty of his presence brought, or how
+    gratefully I awaited the dawn, and its revelation.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_85"></a>85</span></div>
+  <p>&rsquo;Tis not in the spirit of youth to be long depressed
+    by misfortune, and although each echo of Cassion&rsquo;s
+    voice recalled my condition, I was not indifferent to
+    the changing scene. Chevet, still sodden with drink,
+    fell asleep, his head on his pack, but I remained wide
+    awake, watching the first faint gleam of light along
+    the edge of the cloud stretching across the eastern sky
+    line. It was a dull, drear morning, everywhere a dull
+    gray, the wide waters about us silent and deserted. To
+    the right the shore line was desolate and bare, except
+    for blackened stumps of fire-devastated woods, and
+    brown rocks, while in every other direction the river
+    spread wide in sullen flow. There was no sound but
+    the dip of the paddles and the heavy breathing.</p>
+  <p>As the sun forced its way through the obscuring
+    cloud, the mist rose slowly, and drifted aside, giving
+    me glimpse of the canoe in advance, although it
+    remained indistinct, a vague speck in the waste of
+    water. I sat motionless gazing about at the scene, yet
+    vaguely comprehending the nature of our surroundings.
+    My mind reviewed the strange events of the
+    past night, and endeavored to adjust itself to my new
+    environment. Almost in an instant of time my life
+    had utterly changed&ndash;&ndash;I had been married and exiled;
+    wedded to a man whom I despised, and forced to
+    accompany him into the unknown wilderness. It was
+    like a dream, a delirium of fever, and even yet I could
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_86"></a>86</span>
+    not seem to comprehend its dread reality. But the
+    speeding canoes, the strange faces, the occasional
+    sound of Cassion&rsquo;s voice, the slumbering figure of
+    Chevet was evidence of truth not to be ignored, and
+    ahead yonder, a mere outline, was the boat which contained
+    De Artigny. What would he say, or do, when
+    he learned the truth? Would he care greatly? Had
+    I read rightly the message of his eyes? Could I have
+    trust, and confidence in his loyalty? Would he accept
+    my explanation! or would he condemn me for this act
+    in which I was in no wise to blame? Mother of God!
+    it came to me that it was not so much Monsieur Cassion
+    I feared, as the Sieur de Artigny. What would
+    be his verdict? My heart seemed to stop its beating,
+    and tears dimmed my eyes, as I gazed across the water
+    at that distant canoe. I knew then that all my courage,
+    all my hope, centered on his decision&ndash;&ndash;the decision of
+    the man I loved.
+  </p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_87"></a>87</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_VII_THE_TWO_MEN_MEET"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER VII</h2>
+    <h3>THE TWO MEN MEET</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>I could not have slept, although I must have lost
+    consciousness of our surroundings, for I was
+    aroused by Cassion&rsquo;s voice shouting some command,
+    and became aware that we were making landing on the
+    river bank. The sun was two hours high, and the
+    spot selected a low grass-covered point, shaded by
+    trees. Chevet had awakened, sobered by his nap, and
+    the advance canoe had already been drawn up on the
+    shore, the few soldiers it contained busily engaged in
+    starting fires with which to cook our morning meal.</p>
+  <p>I perceived De Artigny with my first glance, standing
+    erect on the bank, his back toward us, directing the
+    men in their work. As we shot forward toward the
+    landing he turned indifferently, and I marked the sudden
+    straightening of his body, as though in surprise,
+    although the distance gave me no clear vision of his
+    face. As our canoe came into the shallows, he sprang
+    down the bank to greet us, hat in hand, his eyes on me.
+    My own glance fell before the eagerness in his face,
+    and I turned away.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah! Monsieur Cassion,&rdquo; he exclaimed, the very
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_88"></a>88</span>
+    sound of his voice evidencing delight. &ldquo;You have
+    guests on the journey; &rsquo;tis unexpected.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>Cassion stepped over the side, and fronted him, no
+    longer a smiling gallant of the court, but brutal in
+    authority.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And what is that to you, may I ask, Sieur de
+    Artigny?&rdquo; he said, coldly contemptuous. &ldquo;You are
+    but our guide, and it is no concern of yours who may
+    compose the company. &rsquo;Twill be well for you to
+    remember your place, and attend to your duties. Go
+    now, and see that the men have breakfast served.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>There was a moment of silence, and I did not even
+    venture to glance up to perceive what occurred,
+    although I felt that De Artigny&rsquo;s eyes shifted their
+    inquiry from Cassion&rsquo;s face to mine. There must be
+    no quarrel now, not until he knew the truth, not
+    until I had opportunity to explain, and yet he was a
+    firebrand, and it would be like him to resent such
+    words. How relieved I felt, as his voice made final
+    answer.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Pardon, Monsieur le Commissaire,&rdquo; he said, pleasantly
+    enough. &ldquo;It is true I forgot my place in this
+    moment of surprise. I obey your orders.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I looked up as he turned away, and disappeared.
+    Cassion stared after him, smothering an oath, and evidently
+    disappointed at so tame an ending of the affair,
+    for it was his nature to bluster and boast. Yet as his
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_89"></a>89</span>
+    lips changed to a grin, I knew of what the man was
+    thinking&ndash;&ndash;he had mistaken De Artigny&rsquo;s actions for
+    cowardice, and felt assured now of how he would
+    deal with him. He turned to the canoe, a new conception
+    of importance in the sharp tone of his voice.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Come ashore, men; ay! draw the boat higher on
+    the sand. Now, Monsieur Chevet, assist your niece
+    forward to where I can help her to land with dry feet&ndash;&ndash;permit
+    me, Adele.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It is not at all necessary, Monsieur,&rdquo; I replied,
+    avoiding his hand, and leaping lightly to the firm sand.
+    &ldquo;I am no dainty maid of Quebec to whom such courtesy
+    is due.&rdquo; I stood and faced him, not unpleased to
+    mark the anger in his eyes. &ldquo;Not always have you
+    shown yourself so considerate.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Why blame me for the act of La Barre?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The act would never have been considered had
+    you opposed it, Monsieur. It was your choice, not the
+    Governor&rsquo;s.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I would wed you&ndash;&ndash;yes; but that is no crime. But
+    let us understand each other. Those were harsh words
+    you spoke in anger in the room yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They were not in anger.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But surely&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, you have forced me into marriage; the
+    law holds me as your wife. I know not how I may
+    escape that fate, or avoid accompanying you. So far
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_90"></a>90</span>
+    I submit, but no farther. I do not love you; I do not
+    even feel friendship toward you. Let me pass.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>He grasped my arm, turning me about until I faced
+    him, his eyes glaring into mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not until I speak,&rdquo; he replied threateningly. &ldquo;Do
+    not mistake my temper, or imagine me blind. I know
+    what has so suddenly changed you&ndash;&ndash;it is that gay,
+    simpering fool yonder. But be careful how far you
+    go. I am your husband, and in authority here.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, your words are insult; release your
+    hand.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So you think to deceive! Bah! I am too old a
+    bird for that, or to pay heed to such airs. I have seen
+    girls before, and a mood does not frighten me. But
+    listen now&ndash;&ndash;keep away from De Artigny unless you
+    seek trouble.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What mean you by that threat?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You will learn to your sorrow; the way we travel
+    is long, and I am woodsman as well as soldier. You
+    will do well to heed my words.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I released my arm, but did not move. My only feeling
+    toward him at that moment was one of disgust,
+    defiance. The threat in his eyes, the cool insolence of
+    his speech, set my blood on fire.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I said coldly, although every nerve of
+    my body throbbed, &ldquo;you may know girls, but you deal
+    now with a woman. Your speech, your insinuation is
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_91"></a>91</span>
+    insult. I disliked you before; now I despise you, yet
+    I will say this in answer to what you have intimated.
+    Monsieur de Artigny is nothing to me, save that he
+    hath shown himself friend. You wrong him, even as
+    you wrong me, in thinking otherwise, and whatever
+    the cause of misunderstanding between us, there is no
+    excuse for you to pick quarrel with him.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You appear greatly concerned over his safety.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not at all; so far as I have ever heard the Sieur
+    de Artigny has heretofore proven himself quite capable
+    of sustaining his own part. &rsquo;Tis more like I am concerned
+    for you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;For me? You fool! Why, I was a swordsman
+    when that lad was at his mother&rsquo;s knee.&rdquo; He laughed,
+    but with ugly gleam of teeth. &ldquo;<i>Sacre!</i> I hate such
+    play acting. But enough of quarrel now; there is
+    sufficient time ahead to bring you to your senses, and
+    a knowledge of who is your master. Hugo Chevet,
+    come here.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>My uncle climbed the bank, his rifle in hand, with
+    face still bloated, and red from the drink of the night
+    before. Behind him appeared the slender black-robed
+    figure of the Jesuit, his eyes eager with curiosity. It
+    was sight of the latter which caused Cassion to moderate
+    his tone of command.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You will go with Chevet,&rdquo; he said, pointing to the
+    fire among the trees, &ldquo;until I can talk to you alone.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_92"></a>92</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;A prisoner?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No; a guest,&rdquo; sarcastically, &ldquo;but do not overstep
+    the courtesy.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>We left him in conversation with the <i>p&egrave;re</i>, and I
+    did not even glance back. Chevet breathed heavily,
+    and I caught the mutter of his voice. &ldquo;What meaneth
+    all this chatter?&rdquo; he asked gruffly. &ldquo;Must you two
+    quarrel so soon?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Why not?&rdquo; I retorted. &ldquo;The man bears me no
+    love; &rsquo;tis but gold he thinks about.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Gold!&rdquo; he stopped, and slapped his thighs. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis
+    precious little of that he will ever see then.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And why not? Was not my father a land
+    owner?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! till the King took it.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then even you do not know the truth. I am glad
+    to learn that, for I have dreamed that you sold me to
+    this coxcomb for a share of the spoils.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What? a share of the spoils! Bah! I am no angel,
+    girl, nor pretend to a virtue more than I possess. There
+    is truth in the thought that I might benefit by your
+    marriage to Monsieur Cassion, and, by my faith, I
+    see no wrong in that. Have you not cost me heavily
+    in these years? Why should I not seek for you a husband
+    of worth in these colonies? Wherefore is that
+    a crime? Were you my own daughter I could do no
+    less, and this man is not ill to look upon, a fair-spoken
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_93"></a>93</span>
+    gallant, a friend of La Barre&rsquo;s, chosen by him for special
+    service&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And with influence in the fur trade.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;All the better that,&rdquo; he continued obstinately.
+    &ldquo;Why should a girl object if her husband be rich?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But he is not rich,&rdquo; I said plainly, looking straight
+    into his eyes. &ldquo;He is no more than a penniless adventurer;
+    an actor playing a part assigned him by the
+    Governor; while you and I do the same. Listen, Monsieur
+    Chevet, the property at St. Thomas is mine by
+    legal right, and it was to gain possession that this
+    wretch sought my hand.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your legal right?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, restored by the King in special order.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It is not true; I had the records searched by a
+    lawyer, Monsieur Gautier, of St. Anne.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I gave a gesture of indignation.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A country advocate at whom those in authority
+    would laugh. I tell you what I say is true; the land
+    was restored, and the fact is known to La Barre and
+    to Cassion. It is this fact which has caused all our
+    troubles. I overheard talk last night between the Governor
+    and his aide-de-camp, Colonel Delguard&ndash;&ndash;you
+    know him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Chevet nodded, his interest stirred.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They thought themselves alone, and were laughing
+    at the success of their trick. I was hidden behind
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_94"></a>94</span>
+    the heavy curtains at the window, and every word they
+    spoke reached my ears. Then they sent for Cassion.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But where is the paper?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I did not learn; they have it hidden, no doubt,
+    awaiting the proper time to produce it. But there is
+    such a document: La Barre explained that clearly, and
+    the reason why he wished Cassion to marry me. They
+    were all three talking when an accident happened,
+    which led to my discovery.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah! and so that was what hurried the wedding,
+    and sent me on this wild wilderness chase. They
+    would bury me in the woods&ndash;&ndash;<i>sacre!</i>&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hush now&ndash;&ndash;Cassion has left the canoe already,
+    and we can talk of this later. Let us seem to suspect
+    nothing.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>This was the first meal of many eaten together along
+    the river bank in the course of our long journey, yet
+    the recollection of that scene rises before my memory
+    now with peculiar vividness. It was a bright, glorious
+    morning, the arching sky blue overhead, and the air
+    soft with early autumn. Our temporary camp was at
+    the edge of a grove, and below us swept the broad
+    river, a gleaming highway of silvery water without
+    speck upon its surface. Except for our little party of
+    voyagers no evidence of life was visible, not even a
+    distant curl of smoke obscuring the horizon.</p>
+  <p>Cassion had divided us into groups, and, from where
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_95"></a>95</span>
+    I had found resting place, with a small flat rock for
+    table, I was enabled to see the others scattered to the
+    edge of the bank, and thus learned for the first time,
+    the character of those with whom I was destined to
+    companion on the long journey. There were but four
+    of us in that first group, which included P&egrave;re Allouez,
+    a silent man, fingering his cross, and barely touching
+    food. His face under the black cowl was drawn, and
+    creased by strange lines, and his eyes burned with
+    fanaticism. If I had ever dreamed of him as one to
+    whom I might turn for counsel, the thought instantly
+    vanished as our glances met.
+  </p>
+  <p>A soldier and two Indians served us, while their companions,
+    divided into two groups, were gathered at
+    the other extremity of the ridge, the soldiers under
+    discipline of their own under officers, and the Indians
+    watched over by Sieur De Artigny, who rested, however,
+    slightly apart, his gaze on the broad river. Never
+    once while I observed did he turn and glance my way.
+    I counted the men, as I endeavored to eat, scarcely
+    heeding the few words exchanged by those about me.
+    The Indians numbered ten, including their chief, whom
+    Cassion called Altudah. Chevet named them as Algonquins
+    from the Ottawa, treacherous rascals enough,
+    yet with expert knowledge of water craft.</p>
+  <p>Altudah was a tall savage, wrapped in gaudy blanket,
+    his face rendered sinister and repulsive by a scar
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_96"></a>96</span>
+    the full length of his cheek, yet he spoke French fairly
+    well, and someone said that he had three times made
+    journey to Mackinac, and knew the waterways. There
+    were twenty-four soldiers, including a sergeant and
+    corporal, of the Regiment of Picardy; active fellows
+    enough, and accustomed to the frontier, although they
+    gave small evidence of discipline, and their uniforms
+    were in shocking condition. The sergeant was a heavily
+    built, stocky man, but the others were rather undersized,
+    and of little spirit. The same thought must have
+    been in the minds of others, for the expression on
+    Monsieur Cassion&rsquo;s face was not pleasant as he stared
+    about.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Chevet,&rdquo; he exclaimed disgustedly &ldquo;did ever you
+    see a worse selection for wilderness travel than La
+    Barre has given us? Cast your eyes down the line
+    yonder; by my faith! there is not a real man among
+    them.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Chevet who had been growling to himself, with
+    scarce a thought other than the food before him, lifted
+    his eyes and looked.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not so bad,&rdquo; he answered finally, the words rumbling
+    in his throat. &ldquo;Altudah is a good Indian, and
+    has traveled with me before, and the sergeant yonder
+    looks like a fighting man.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, but the others?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No worse than all the scum. De Baugis had no
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_97"></a>97</span>
+    better with him, and La Salle led a gang of outcasts.
+    With right leadership you can make them do men&rsquo;s
+    work. &rsquo;Tis no kid-gloved job you have, Monsieur
+    Cassion.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>The insulting indifference of the old fur trader&rsquo;s
+    tone surprised the Commissaire, and he exhibited
+    resentment.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You are overly free with your comments, Hugo
+    Chevet. When I wish advice I will ask it.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And in the woods I do not always wait to be
+    asked,&rdquo; returned the older man, lighting his pipe, and
+    calmly puffing out the blue smoke. &ldquo;Though it is
+    likely enough you will be asking for it before you
+    journey many leagues further.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You are under my orders.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So La Barre said, but the only duty he gave me
+    was to watch over Adele here. He put no shackle on
+    my tongue. You have chosen your course?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, up the Ottawa.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I supposed so, although that boy yonder could
+    lead you a shorter passage.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How learned you that?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By talking with him in Quebec. He even sketched
+    me a map of the route he traveled with La Salle. You
+    knew it not?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas of no moment, for my orders bid me go
+    by St. Ignace. Yet it might be well to question him
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_98"></a>98</span>
+    and the chief also.&rdquo; He turned to the nearest soldier.
+    &ldquo;Tell the Algonquin, Altudah, to come here, and
+    Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>They approached together, two specimens of the
+    frontier as different as could be pictured, and stood
+    silent, fronting Cassion who looked at them frowning,
+    and in no pleasant humor. The eyes of the younger
+    man sought my face for an instant, and the swift
+    glance gave harsher note to the Commissaire&rsquo;s voice.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We will reload the canoes here for the long voyage,&rdquo;
+    he said brusquely. &ldquo;The sergeant will have
+    charge of that, but both of you will be in the leading
+    boat, and will keep well in advance of the others. Our
+    course is by way of the Ottawa. You know that
+    stream, Altudah?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The Indian bowed his head gravely, and extended
+    one hand beneath the scarlet fold of his blanket.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Five time, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How far to the west, Chief?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To place call Green Bay.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion turned his eyes on De Artigny, a slight
+    sneer curling his lips.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you?&rdquo; he asked coldly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But one journey, Monsieur, along the Ottawa and
+    the lakes,&rdquo; was the quiet answer, &ldquo;and that three years
+    ago, yet I scarce think I would go astray. &rsquo;Tis not a
+    course easily forgotten.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_99"></a>99</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;And beyond Green Bay?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have been to the mouth of the Great River.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You!&rdquo; in surprise. &ldquo;Were you of that party?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you actually reached the sea&ndash;&ndash;the salt
+    water?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Saint Anne! I never half believed the tale true,
+    nor do I think overmuch of your word for it. But
+    let that go. Chevet here tells me you know a shorter
+    journey to the Illinois?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not by canoe, Monsieur. I followed Sieur de la
+    Salle by forest trail to the Straits, and planned to
+    return that way, but &rsquo;tis a foot journey.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not fitted for such a party as this?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only as you trust to your rifles for food, bearing
+    what packs we might on our backs. With the lady
+    the trail is scarcely possible.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;As to the lady I will make my own decision.
+    Besides, our course is decided. We go to St. Ignace.
+    What will be your course from Green Bay?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Along the west shore, Monsieur; it is dangerous
+    only by reason of storms.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And the distance?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;From St. Ignace?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! from St. Ignace! What distance lies between
+    there and this Fort St. Louis, on the Illinois?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_100"></a>100</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be but a venture, Monsieur, but I think
+    &rsquo;tis held at a hundred and fifty leagues.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Of wilderness?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;When I passed that way&ndash;&ndash;yes; they tell me now
+    the Jesuits have mission station at Green Bay, and
+    there may be fur traders in Indian villages beyond.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No chance to procure supplies?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only scant rations of corn from the Indians.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your report is in accordance with my instructions
+    and maps, and no doubt is correct. That will be
+    all. Take two more men in your boat, and depart at
+    once. We shall follow immediately.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>As De Artigny turned away in obedience to these
+    orders, his glance met mine, and seemed to question.
+    Eager as I was to acquaint him with the true reason
+    of my presence it was impossible. To have exhibited
+    the slightest interest would only increase the enmity
+    between the two men, and serve no good purpose. I
+    did not even venture to gaze after him as he disappeared
+    down the bank, feeling assured that Cassion&rsquo;s
+    eyes were suspiciously watching me. My appearance
+    of indifference must have been well assumed, for
+    there was a sound of confidence in his voice as he bade
+    us return to the canoes, and I even permitted him to
+    assist me to my feet, and aid me in the descent to the
+    shore.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_101"></a>101</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_VIII_I_DEFY_CASSION"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2>
+    <h3>I DEFY CASSION</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>Our progress was slow against the swift current
+    of the St. Lawrence, and we kept close to the
+    overhanging bank, following the guidance of the leading
+    canoe. We were the second in line, and no longer
+    over-crowded, so that I had ample room to rest at ease
+    upon a pile of blankets, and gaze about me with interest
+    on the changing scene.</p>
+  <p>Cassion, encouraged possibly by my permitting his
+    attendance down the bank, found seat near me, and
+    endeavored to converse; but, although I tried to prove
+    cordial, realizing now that to anger the man would
+    only add to my perplexity, his inane remarks tried me
+    so that I ceased reply, and we finally lapsed into
+    silence. Chevet, who held the steering oar, asked him
+    some questions, which led to a brisk argument, and I
+    turned away my head, glad enough to escape, and be
+    permitted the luxury of my own thoughts.</p>
+  <p>How beautifully desolate it all was; with what fresh
+    delight each new vista revealed itself. The wild life,
+    the love of wilderness and solitude, was in my blood,
+    and my nature responded to the charm of our surroundings.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_102"></a>102</span>
+    I was the daughter of one ever attracted
+    by the frontier, and all my life had been passed amid
+    primitive conditions&ndash;&ndash;the wide out-of-doors was my
+    home, and the lonely places called me. The broad,
+    rapid sweep of the river up which we won our slow
+    passage, the great beetling cliffs dark in shadows, and
+    crowned by trees, the jutting rocks whitened by spray,
+    the headlands cutting off all view ahead, then suddenly
+    receding to permit of our circling on into the unknown&ndash;&ndash;here
+    extended a panorama of which I could never
+    tire.
+  </p>
+  <p>My imagination swept ahead into the mystery which
+    awaited us in that vast wilderness toward which we
+    journeyed&ndash;&ndash;the dangerous rivers, the portages, the
+    swift rush of gleaming water, the black forests, the
+    plains of waving grass, the Indian villages, and those
+    immense lakes along whose shores we were destined to
+    find way. All this possibility had come to me so unexpectedly,
+    with such suddenness, that even yet I
+    scarcely realized that my surroundings were real. They
+    seemed more a dream than an actual fact, and I was
+    compelled to concentrate my mind on those people
+    about me before I could clearly comprehend the conditions
+    under which I lived.</p>
+  <p>Yet here was reality enough: the Indian paddlers,
+    stripped to the waist, their bodies glistening, as with
+    steady, tireless strokes, they forced our canoe forward,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_103"></a>103</span>
+    following relentlessly the wake of the speeding boat
+    ahead; the little group of soldiers huddled in the bows,
+    several sleeping already, the others amusing themselves
+    with game of cards; while just in front of me sat the
+    priest, his fingers clasping an open book, but his eyes
+    on the river. The silhouette of his face, outlined beyond
+    his black hood, seemed carved from stone, it
+    was so expressionless and hard. There was something
+    so sinister about it that I felt a chill run through me,
+    and averted my eyes, only to encounter the glance of
+    Cassion beside me, who smiled, and pointed out a huge
+    terrace of rock which seemed a castle against the blue
+    of the sky. I think he told me the fanciful name the
+    earlier explorers had given the point, and related some
+    legend with which it was connected, but my mind was
+    not on his tale, and soon he ceased effort to entertain
+    me, and his head nodded sleepily.
+  </p>
+  <p>I turned to glance back beyond the massive figure of
+    Chevet at the steering oar, to gain glimpse of the
+    canoes behind. The first was well up, so that even the
+    faces of its occupants were revealed, but the second
+    was but a black shapeless thing in the distance, a mere
+    blotch upon the waters.</p>
+  <p>Ahead of us, now sweeping around the point like a
+    wild bird, amid a smother of spray, appeared the advance
+    canoe. As it disappeared I could distinguish
+    De Artigny at the stern, his coat off, his hands grasping
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_104"></a>104</span>
+    a paddle. Above the point once more and in
+    smoother water, I was aware that he turned and looked
+    back, shading his eyes from the sun. I could not but
+    wonder what he thought, what possible suspicion had
+    come to him, regarding my presence in the company.
+    There was no way in which he could have learned the
+    truth, for there had been no communication between
+    him and those who knew the facts.
+  </p>
+  <p>Never would he conceive so wild a thought as my
+    marriage to Cassion. He might, indeed, believe that
+    some strange, sudden necessity had compelled me to
+    accompany them on this adventure, or he might suspect
+    that I had deceived him, knowing all the time that
+    I was to be of the party. I felt the shame of it bring
+    the red blood into my cheeks, and my lips pressed
+    together in firm resolve. I should tell him, tell him
+    all; and he must judge my conduct from my own
+    words, and not those of another. In some manner I
+    must keep him away from Cassion&ndash;&ndash;ay, and from
+    Chevet&ndash;&ndash;until opportunity came for me to first communicate
+    with him.</p>
+  <p>I was a woman, and some instinct of my nature told
+    me that Sieur de Artigny held me in high esteem. And
+    his was the disposition and the training to cause the
+    striking of a blow first. That must not be, for now I
+    was determined to unravel the cause for Cassion&rsquo;s
+    eagerness to marry, and La Barre&rsquo;s willing assistance,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_105"></a>105</span>
+    and to accomplish this end there could be no quarreling
+    between us.
+  </p>
+  <p>The weariness of the long night conquered even my
+    brain, the steady splash of the paddles becoming a
+    lullaby. Insensibly my head rested back against the
+    pile of blankets, the glint of sunshine along the surface
+    of the water vanished as my lashes fell, and, before
+    I knew it, I slept soundly. I awoke with the sun
+    in the western sky, so low down as to peep at me
+    through the upper branches of trees lining the bank.
+    Our surroundings had changed somewhat, the shores
+    being no longer steep, and overhung with rocks, but
+    only slightly uplifted, and covered with dense, dark
+    woods, somber and silent. Their shadows nearly met
+    in midstream, giving to the scene a look of desolation
+    and gloom, the water sweeping on in sullen flow, without
+    sparkle, or gaiety. Our boat clung close to the west
+    shore, and I could look long distances through the
+    aisles of trees into the silent gloom beyond. Not a leaf
+    rustled, not a wild animal moved in the coverts. It
+    was like an abode of death.</p>
+  <p>And we moved so slowly, struggling upward against
+    the current, for the Indians were resting, and the less
+    expert hands of soldiers were wielding the paddles,
+    urged on by Cassion, who had relieved Chevet at the
+    steering oar. The harsh tones of his voice, and the
+    heavy breathing of the laboring men alone broke the
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_106"></a>106</span>
+    solemn stillness. I sat up, my body aching from the
+    awkward position in which I lay, and endeavored to
+    discern the other canoes.
+  </p>
+  <p>Behind us stretched a space of straight water, and
+    one canoe was close, while the second was barely visible
+    along a curve of the shore. Ahead, however, the
+    river appeared vacant, the leading boat having vanished
+    around a wooded bend. My eyes met those of Cassion,
+    and the sight of him instantly restored me to a recollection
+    of my plan&ndash;&ndash;nothing could be gained by open
+    warfare. I permitted my lips to smile, and noted instantly
+    the change of expression in his face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have slept well, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said pleasantly,
+    &ldquo;for I was very tired.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the best way on a boat voyage,&rdquo; assuming his
+    old manner, &ldquo;but now the day is nearly done.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So late as that! You will make camp soon?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If that be Cap Sante yonder, &rsquo;tis like we shall go
+    ashore beyond. Ay! see the smoke spiral above the
+    trees; a hundred rods more and we make the turn.
+    The fellows will not be sorry, the way they ply the
+    paddles.&rdquo; He leaned over and shook Chevet. &ldquo;Time
+    to rouse, Hugo, for we make camp. Bend to it, lads;
+    there is food and a night&rsquo;s rest waiting you around
+    yonder point. Dig deep, and send her along.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>As we skirted the extremity of shore I saw the
+    opening in the woods, and the gleam of a cheerful fire
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_107"></a>107</span>
+    amid green grass. The advance canoe swung half-hidden
+    amid the overhanging roots of a huge pine
+    tree, and the men were busily at work ashore. To the
+    right they were already erecting a small tent, its yellow
+    canvas showing plainly against the leafy background
+    of the forest. As we circled the point closely,
+    seeking the still water, we could perceive Altudah
+    standing alone on a flat rock, his red blanket conspicuous
+    as he pointed out the best place for landing.
+    As we nosed into the bank, our sharp bow was grasped
+    by waiting Indians and drawn safely ashore. I
+    reached my feet, stiffened, and scarcely able to move
+    my limbs, but determined to land without the aid of
+    Cassion, whose passage forward was blocked by Chevet&rsquo;s
+    huge bulk. As my weight rested on the edge of
+    the canoe, De Artigny swung down from behind the
+    chief, and extended his hand.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A slight spring,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and you land with dry
+    feet; good! now let me lift you&ndash;&ndash;so.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I had but the instant; I knew that, for I heard Cassion
+    cry out something just behind me, and, surprised
+    as I was by the sudden appearance of De Artigny, I
+    yet realized the necessity for swift speech.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I whispered. &ldquo;Do not talk, but listen.
+    You would serve me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then ask nothing, and above all do not quarrel
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_108"></a>108</span>
+    with Cassion. I will tell you everything the moment I
+    can see you safely alone. Until then do not seek me.
+    I have your word?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>He did not answer, for the Commissaire grasped my
+    arm, and thrust himself in between us, his action so
+    swift that the impact of his body thrust De Artigny
+    back a step. I saw the hand of the younger man close
+    on the knife hilt at his belt, but was quick enough to
+    avert the hot words burning his lips.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A bit rough, Monsieur Cassion,&rdquo; I cried laughing
+    merrily, even as I released my arm. &ldquo;Why so much
+    haste? I was near falling, and it was but courtesy
+    which led the Sieur de Artigny to extend me his hand.
+    It does not please me for you to be ever seeking a
+    quarrel.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>There must have been that in my face which cooled
+    him, for his hand fell, and his thin lips curled into
+    sarcastic smile.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If I seemed hasty,&rdquo; he exclaimed, &ldquo;it was more
+    because I was blocked by that boor of a Chevet yonder,
+    and it angered me to have this young gamecock ever
+    at hand to push in. What think you you were employed
+    for, fellow&ndash;&ndash;an esquire of dames? Was there
+    not work enough in the camp yonder, that you must be
+    testing your fancy graces every time a boat lands?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>There was no mild look in De Artigny&rsquo;s eyes as he
+    fronted him, yet he held his temper, recalling my plea
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_109"></a>109</span>
+    no doubt, and I hastened to step between, and furnish
+    him excuse for silence.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Surely you do wrong to blame the young man,
+    Monsieur, as but for his aid I would have slipped yonder.
+    There is no cause for hard words, nor do I thank
+    you for making me a subject of quarrel. Is it my
+    tent they erect yonder?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay,&rdquo; there was little graciousness to the tone, for
+    the man had the nature of a bully. &ldquo;&rsquo;Twas my
+    thought that it be brought for your use; and if Monsieur
+    de Artigny will consent to stand aside, it will
+    give me pleasure to escort you thither.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The younger man&rsquo;s eyes glanced from the other&rsquo;s
+    face into mine, as though seeking reassurance. His
+    hat was instantly in his hand, and he stepped backward,
+    bowing low.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The wish of the lady is sufficient,&rdquo; he said quietly,
+    and then stood again erect, facing Cassion. &ldquo;Yet,&rdquo;
+    he added slowly, &ldquo;I would remind Monsieur that
+    while I serve him as a guide, it is as a volunteer, and I
+    am also an officer of France.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Of France? Pah! of the renegade La Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;France has no more loyal servant, Monsieur Cassion
+    in all this western land&ndash;&ndash;nor is he renegade, for
+    he holds the Illinois at the King&rsquo;s command.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Held it&ndash;&ndash;yes; under Frontenac, but not now.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We will not quarrel over words, yet not even in
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_110"></a>110</span>
+    Quebec was it claimed that higher authority than La
+    Barre&rsquo;s had led to recall. Louis had never interfered,
+    and it is De Tonty, and not De Baugis who is in command
+    at St. Louis by royal order. My right to respect
+    of rank is clearer than your own, Monsieur, so I beg
+    you curb your temper.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You threaten me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No; we who live in the wilderness do not talk, we
+    act. I obey your orders, do your will, on this expedition,
+    but as a man, not a slave. In all else we stand
+    equal, and I accept insult from no living man. &rsquo;Tis
+    well that you know this, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The hat was back upon his head, and he had turned
+    away before Cassion found answering speech. It was
+    a jaunty, careless figure, disappearing amid the trees,
+    the very swing of his shoulders a challenge, nor did
+    he so much as glance about to mark the effect of his
+    insolent words. For the instant I believed Cassion&rsquo;s
+    first thought was murder, for he gripped a pistol in
+    his hand, and flung one foot forward, an oath sputtering
+    between his lips. Yet the arrant coward in him
+    conquered even that mad outburst of passion, and before
+    I could grasp his arm in restraint, the impulse had
+    passed, and he was staring after the slowly receding
+    figure of De Artigny, his fingers nerveless.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>&ndash;&ndash;no! I&rsquo;ll show the pup who is the
+    master,&rdquo; he muttered. &ldquo;Let him disobey once, and
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_111"></a>111</span>
+    I&rsquo;ll stretch his dainty form as I would an Indian cur.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, drawing his attention to my
+    presence. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis of no interest to me your silly quarrel
+    with Sieur de Artigny. I am weary with the boat
+    journey, and would rest until food is served.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But you heard the young cockerel! What he
+    dared say to me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Surely; and were his words true?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;True! what mean you? That he would resist my
+    authority?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That he held commission from the King, while
+    your only authority was by word of the Governor?
+    Was it not by Royal Orders that La Salle was relieved
+    of command?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion&rsquo;s face exhibited embarrassment, yet he managed
+    to laugh.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A mere boast the boy made, yet with a grain of
+    truth to bolster it. La Barre acted with authority, but
+    there has not been time for his report to be passed
+    upon by Louis. No doubt &rsquo;tis now upon the sea.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And now for this reason to lay his cause before
+    the King, the Sieur de la Salle, sailed for France.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, but too late; already confirmation of La
+    Barre&rsquo;s act is en route to New France. The crowing
+    cockerel yonder will lose his spurs. But come, &rsquo;tis useless
+    to stand here discussing this affair. Let me show
+    you how well your comfort has been attended to.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_112"></a>112</span></div>
+  <p>I walked beside him among the trees, and across the
+    patch of grass to where the tent stood against a background
+    of rock. The Indians and soldiers in separate
+    groups were busied about their fires, and I could distinguish
+    the chief, with Chevet, still beside the canoes,
+    engaged in making them secure for the night. The
+    evening shadows were thickening about us, and the
+    gloom of the woods extended already across the river
+    to the opposite shore.</p>
+  <p>De Artigny had disappeared, although I glanced
+    about in search for him, as Cassion drew aside the
+    tent flap, and peered within. He appeared pleased at
+    the way in which his orders had been executed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis very neat, indeed, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said pleasantly,
+    glancing inside. &ldquo;I owe you my thanks.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas brought for my own use,&rdquo; he confessed,
+    encouraged by my graciousness, &ldquo;for as you know, I
+    had no previous warning that you were to be of our
+    party. Please step within.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I did so, yet turned instantly to prevent his following
+    me. Already I had determined on my course of
+    action, and now the time had come for me to speak
+    him clearly; yet now that I had definite purpose in
+    view it was no part of my game to anger the man.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I said soberly. &ldquo;I must beg your
+    mercy. I am but a girl, and alone. It is true I am
+    your wife by law, but the change has come so suddenly
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_113"></a>113</span>
+    that I am yet dazed. Surely you cannot wish to
+    take advantage, or make claim upon me, until I can
+    bid you welcome. I appeal to you as a gentleman.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>He stared into my face, scarcely comprehending all
+    my meaning.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You would bar me without? You forbid me entrance?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Would you seek to enter against my wish?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But you are my wife; that you will not deny!
+    What will be said, thought, if I seek rest elsewhere?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, save for Hugo Chevet, none in this
+    company know the story of that marriage, or why I
+    am here. What I ask brings no stain upon you. &rsquo;Tis
+    not that I so dislike you, Monsieur, but I am the
+    daughter of Pierre la Chesnayne, and &rsquo;tis not in my
+    blood to yield to force. It will be best to yield me
+    respect and consideration.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You threatened me yonder&ndash;&ndash;before La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I spoke wildly, in anger. That passion has passed&ndash;&ndash;now
+    I appeal to your manhood.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He glanced about, to assure himself we were alone.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You are a sly wench,&rdquo; he said, laughing unpleasantly,
+    &ldquo;but it may be best that I give you your own
+    way for this once. There is time enough in which to
+    teach you my power. And so you shut the tent to me,
+    fair lady, in spite of your pledge to Holy Church. Ah,
+    well! there are nights a plenty between here and St.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_114"></a>114</span>
+    Ignace, and you will become lonely enough in the
+    wilderness to welcome me. One kiss, and I leave you.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>His eyes were ugly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You refuse that! <i>Mon Dieu!</i> Do you think I
+    play? I will have the kiss&ndash;&ndash;or more.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Furious as the man was I felt no fear of him,
+    merely an intense disgust that his hands should touch
+    me, an indignation that he should offer me such insult.
+    He must have read all this in my eyes, for he made but
+    the one move, and I flung his hand aside as easily as
+    though it had been that of a child. I was angry, so
+    that my lips trembled, and my face grew white, yet it
+    was not the anger that stormed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Enough, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;go!&rdquo; I said, and pointed to
+    where the fires reddened the darkness. &ldquo;Do not dare
+    speak to me again this night.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>An instant he hesitated, trying to muster courage,
+    but the bully in him failed, and with an oath, he
+    turned away, and vanished. It was nearly dark then,
+    and I sat down on a blanket at the entrance, and
+    waited, watching the figures between me and the river.
+    I did not think he would come again, but I did not
+    know; it would be safer if I could have word with
+    Chevet. A soldier brought me food, and when he
+    returned for the tins I made him promise to seek my
+    uncle, and send him to me.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_115"></a>115</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_IX_THE_FLAMES_OF_JEALOUSY"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER IX</h2>
+    <h3>THE FLAMES OF JEALOUSY</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>My only faith in Hugo Chevet rested in his
+    natural resentment of Cassion&rsquo;s treachery relative
+    to my father&rsquo;s fortune. He would feel that he
+    had been cheated, deceived, deprived of his rightful
+    share of the spoils.</p>
+  <p>The man cared nothing for me, as had already been
+    plainly demonstrated, yet, but for this conspiracy of
+    La Barre and his Commissaire, it would have been his
+    privilege to have handled whatever property Pierre la
+    Chesnayne left at time of his death. He would have
+    been the legal guardian of an heiress, instead of the
+    provider for an unwelcomed child of poverty.</p>
+  <p>He had been tricked into marrying me to Cassion,
+    feeling that he had thus rid himself of an incumbrance,
+    and at the same time gained a friend and ally at court,
+    and now discovered that by that act he had alienated
+    himself from all chance of ever controlling my inheritance.
+    The knowledge that he had thus been outwitted
+    would rankle in the man&rsquo;s brain, and he was
+    one to seek revenge. It was actuated by this thought
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_116"></a>116</span>
+    that I had sent for him, feeling that perhaps at last we
+    had a common cause.
+  </p>
+  <p>Whether, or not, Cassion would take my dismissal
+    as final I could not feel assured. No doubt he would
+    believe my decision the outburst of a woman&rsquo;s mood,
+    which he had best honor, but in full faith that a few
+    days would bring to me a change of mind. The man
+    was too pronounced an egotist to ever confess that he
+    could fail in winning the heart of any girl whom he
+    condescended to honor, and the very injury which my
+    repulse had given to his pride would tend to increase
+    his desire to possess me.</p>
+  <p>However little he had cared before in reality, now
+    his interest would be aroused, and I would seem to him
+    worthy of conquest. He would never stop after what
+    had occurred between us until he had exhausted every
+    power he possessed. Yet I saw nothing more of him
+    that night, although I sat just within the flap of the
+    tent watching the camp between me and the river.
+    Shadowing figures glided about, revealed dimly by the
+    fires, but none of these did I recognize as the Commissaire,
+    nor did I hear his voice.</p>
+  <p>I had been alone for an hour, already convinced that
+    the soldier had failed to deliver my message, when my
+    Uncle Chevet finally emerged from the shadows, and
+    announced his presence. He appeared a huge, shapeless
+    figure, his very massiveness yielding me a feeling
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_117"></a>117</span>
+    of protection, and I arose, and joined him. His
+    greeting proved the unhappiness of his mind.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So you sent for me&ndash;&ndash;why? What has happened
+    between you and Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No more than occurred between us yonder in Quebec,
+    when I informed him that I was his wife in name
+    only,&rdquo; I answered quietly. &ldquo;Do you blame me now
+    that you understand his purpose in this marriage?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But I don&rsquo;t understand. You have but aroused
+    my suspicion. Tell me all, and if the man is a villain
+    he shall make answer to me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, if you imagine you have been outplayed in the
+    game, although it is little enough you would care otherwise.
+    Let there be no misunderstanding between us,
+    Monsieur. You sold me to Francois Cassion because
+    you expected to profit through his influence with La
+    Barre. Now you learn otherwise, and the discovery
+    has angered you. For the time being you are on my
+    side&ndash;&ndash;but for how long?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He stared at me, his slow wits scarcely translating
+    my words. Seemingly the man had but one idea in his
+    thick head.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How know you the truth of all you have said?&rdquo;
+    he asked. &ldquo;Where learned you of this wealth?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By overhearing conversation while hidden behind
+    the curtain in La Barre&rsquo;s office. He spoke freely with
+    his aide, and later with Cassion. It was my discovery
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_118"></a>118</span>
+    there which led to the forced marriage, and our being
+    sent with this expedition.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You heard alone?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So they thought, and naturally believed marriage
+    would prevent my ever bearing witness against them.
+    But I was not alone.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> Another heard?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, the Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Chevet grasped my arm, and in the glare of the fire
+    I could see his excitement pictured in his face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Who? That lad? You were in hiding there
+    together? And did he realize what was said?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That I do not know,&rdquo; I answered, &ldquo;for we have
+    exchanged no word since. When my presence was
+    discovered, De Artigny escaped unseen through the
+    open window. I need to meet him again that these
+    matters may be explained, and that I may learn just
+    what he overheard. It was to enlist your aid that I
+    sent for you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To bring the lad here?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No; that could not be done without arousing the
+    suspicion of Cassion. The two are already on the
+    verge of quarrel. You must find some way of drawing
+    the Commissaire aside&ndash;&ndash;not tonight, for there is
+    plenty of time before us, and I am sure we are being
+    watched now&ndash;&ndash;and that will afford me opportunity.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But why may I not speak him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_119"></a>119</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;You!&rdquo; I laughed. &ldquo;He would be likely to talk
+    with you. A sweet message you sent him in Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I was drunk, and Cassion asked it of me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I thought as much; the coward makes you pull his
+    chestnuts from the fire. Do you give me the pledge?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! although &rsquo;tis not my way to play sweet, when
+    I should enjoy to wring the fellow&rsquo;s neck. What was
+    it La Barre said?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I hesitated a moment, doubting how much I had better
+    tell, yet decided it would be best to intrust him with
+    the facts, and some knowledge of what I proposed
+    to do.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That just before he died my father&rsquo;s property was
+    restored to him by the King, but the Royal order was
+    never recorded. It exists, but where I do not know,
+    nor do I know as yet for what purpose it was concealed.
+    My marriage to Cassion must have been an
+    afterthought, for he is but a creature of La Barre&rsquo;s.
+    It is through him the greater villains seek control; but,
+    no doubt, he was a willing tool enough, and expects
+    his share.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Why not let me choke the truth out of him then?
+    Bah! it would be easy.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;For two reasons,&rdquo; I said earnestly. &ldquo;First, I
+    doubt if he knows the true conspiracy, or can lay hands
+    on the King&rsquo;s restoration. Without that we have no
+    proof of fraud. And second, coward though he may
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_120"></a>120</span>
+    be, his very fear might yield him courage. No, Uncle
+    Chevet, we must wait, and learn these facts through
+    other means than force. &rsquo;Tis back in Quebec, not in
+    this wilderness, we will find the needed proofs. What
+    I ask of you is, pretend to know nothing; do not permit
+    Cassion to suspicion that I have confided in you.
+    We must encourage him to talk by saying nothing
+    which will put him on guard.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But he is already aware that you have learned the
+    truth.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Of that I am not certain. It was the conversation
+    between La Barre and Colonel Delguard which gave
+    me the real cue. Of this Cassion may not have heard,
+    as he entered the room later. I intended to proceed on
+    that theory, and win his confidence, if possible. There
+    is a long, tiresome journey before us, and much may
+    be accomplished before we return.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Chevet stood silent, his slow mind struggling with
+    the possibilities of my plan. I could realize the amazement
+    with which he comprehended this cool proposition.
+    He, who had considered me a thoughtless girl,
+    incapable of serious planning, was suddenly forced to
+    realize that a woman confronted him, with a will and
+    mind of her own. It was almost a miracle, and he
+    failed to entirely grasp the change which had occurred
+    in my character. He stared at me with dull eyes, like
+    those of an ox, his lips parted as he sought expression.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_121"></a>121</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you will try, as his wife, to win confession?&rdquo;
+    he asked finally, grasping vaguely the one
+    thought occurring to him.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No; there is a better way. I despise the man; I
+    cannot bear that he touch me. More than that, if I
+    read him aright, once I yield and confess myself his
+    property, he will lose all interest in my possession. He
+    is a lady killer; &rsquo;tis his boast. The man has never been
+    in love with me; it was not love, but a desire to
+    possess my fortune, which led to his proposal of marriage.
+    Now I shall make him love me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You! <i>Mon Dieu!</i> how?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By refusing him, tantalizing him, arousing a desire
+    which I will not gratify. Already his thought of
+    me has changed. Last night in Quebec he was surprised,
+    and aroused to new interest in me as a woman.
+    He considered me before as a helpless girl, with no
+    will, no character&ndash;&ndash;the sort with which he had had
+    his way all through life. He thought I would fall in
+    his arms, and confess him master. The words I spoke
+    to La Barre shocked and startled him out of his self
+    complacency. Nor was that all&ndash;&ndash;even before then
+    he had begun to suspicion my relations with Sieur de
+    Artigny.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It was at his suggestion, you say, that you sent
+    that young man your message of warning to keep away
+    from me. Good! the poison is already working, and
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_122"></a>122</span>
+    I mean it shall. Two hours ago, when we landed here,
+    the two men were on verge of quarrel, and blows
+    would have been struck but that I intervened. He is
+    finding me not so easy to control, and later still the
+    mighty Commissaire met with a rebuff which rankles.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I laughed at the remembrance, satisfied now as I
+    placed the situation in words, that my plans were working
+    well. Chevet stood silent, his mouth agape, struggling
+    to follow my swift speech.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do you see now what I mean to do?&rdquo; I asked
+    gravely. &ldquo;We shall be alone in the wilderness for
+    months to come. I will be the one woman; perchance
+    the only white woman into whose face he will look
+    until we return to Quebec. I am not vain, yet I am
+    not altogether ill to look upon, nor shall I permit the
+    hardships of this journey to affect my attractiveness.
+    I shall fight him with his own weapons, and win. He
+    will beg, and threaten me, and I shall laugh. He will
+    love me, and I shall mock. There will be jealousy
+    between him and De Artigny, and to win my favor he
+    will confess all that he knows. Tonight he sulks somewhere
+    yonder, already beginning to doubt his power
+    to control me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You have quarreled?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No&ndash;&ndash;only that I asserted independence. He
+    would have entered this tent as my husband, and I
+    forbade his doing so. He stormed and threatened, but
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_123"></a>123</span>
+    dare not venture further. He knows me now as other
+    than a weak girl, but my next lesson must be a more
+    severe one. &rsquo;Tis partly to prepare that I sent for you;
+    I ask the loan of a pistol&ndash;&ndash;the smaller one, to be concealed
+    in my dress.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You would kill the man?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Pooh! small danger of that. You may draw the
+    charge if you will. For him to know that I possess the
+    weapon will protect me. You do not grasp my plan?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He shook his head gloomily, as though it was all a
+    deep puzzle to his mind, yet his great hand held forth
+    the pistol, the short barrel of which gleamed wickedly
+    in the fire glow, as I thrust it out of sight.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not the way I front enemies,&rdquo; he growled
+    stubbornly, &ldquo;and I make little of it. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> I
+    make them talk with these hands.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But my weapons are those of a woman,&rdquo; I explained,
+    &ldquo;and I will learn more than you would with
+    your brute strength. All I ask of you now, Uncle
+    Chevet, is that you keep on friendly terms with Monsieur
+    Cassion, yet repeat nothing to him of what I have
+    said, and gain me opportunity for speech alone with
+    Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah! perhaps I perceive&ndash;&ndash;you love the young
+    man?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I grasped his sleeve in my fingers, determined to
+    make this point at least clear to his understanding.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_124"></a>124</span>
+    His blunt words had set my pulses throbbing, yet it
+    was resentment, indignation, I felt in strongest
+    measure.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Mother of God, no! I have spoken with him but
+    three times since we were children. He is merely a
+    friend to be trusted, and he must be made to know my
+    purpose. It will be joy to him to thus affront Cassion,
+    for there is no love lost between them. You understand
+    now?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He growled something indistinctly in his beard,
+    which I interpreted as assent, but I watched his great
+    form disappear in the direction of the fire, my own
+    mind far from satisfied; the man was so lacking in
+    brains as to be a poor ally, and so obstinate of nature
+    as to make it doubtful if he would long conform to my
+    leadership. Still it was surely better to confide in him
+    to the extent I had than permit him to rage about
+    blindly, and in open hostility to Cassion.</p>
+  <p>I seated myself just within the tent, my eyes on the
+    scene as revealed in the fire-glow, and reflected again
+    over the details of my hastily born plan. The possibility
+    of the Commissaire&rsquo;s return did not greatly
+    trouble me, my confidence fortified by the pistol concealed
+    in my waist. No doubt he was already asleep
+    yonder in the shadows, but this night was only the
+    beginning. The opposition he had met would prove a
+    spur to endeavor, and the desire to win me a stronger
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_125"></a>125</span>
+    incentive than ever. He may have been indifferent,
+    careless before&ndash;&ndash;deeming me easy prey&ndash;&ndash;but from
+    now on I meant to lead him a merry chase.
+  </p>
+  <p>I cannot recall any feeling of regret, any conception
+    of evil, as my mind settled upon this course of action.
+    There was no reason why I should spare him. He
+    had deliberately lied, and deceived me. His marriage
+    to me was an act of treachery; the only intent to rob
+    me of my just inheritance. There seemed to me no
+    other way left in which I could hope to overcome his
+    power. I was a woman, and must fight with the
+    weapons of my sex; mine was the strength of the weak.</p>
+  <p>How dark and still it was, for the fires had died
+    down into beds of red ash, and only the stars glimmered
+    along the surface of the river. The only movement
+    I could perceive was the dim outline of a man&rsquo;s
+    figure moving about near the canoes&ndash;&ndash;a watchman on
+    guard, but whether red or white I could not determine.
+    It was already late, well into the night, and the forest
+    about us was black and still. Slowly my head sank to
+    the blanket, and I slept.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_126"></a>126</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_X_WE_ATTAIN_THE_OTTAWA"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER X</h2>
+    <h3>WE ATTAIN THE OTTAWA</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>It was not yet dawn when the stir in the camp
+    aroused me, and the sun had not risen above the
+    bluffs, or begun to tinge the river, when our laden
+    canoes left the bank and commenced their day&rsquo;s journey
+    up stream. De Artigny was off in advance, departing
+    indeed before I had left the tent, the chief
+    seated beside him. I caught but a glimpse of them as
+    the canoe rounded the bend in the bank, and slipped
+    silently away through the lingering shadows, yet it
+    gladdened me to know his eyes were turned toward
+    my tent until they vanished.</p>
+  <p>Cassion approached me with excessive politeness,
+    waiting until the last moment, and escorting me to the
+    shore. It made me smile to observe his pretense at
+    gallantry, yet I accepted his assistance down the bank
+    with all possible graciousness, speaking to him so pleasantly
+    as to bring a look of surprise to his face. &rsquo;Twas
+    plain to be seen that my conduct puzzled him, for although
+    he sought to appear at ease, his words faltered
+    sadly. He, who had so long considered himself as
+    past master of the art of love-making had most unexpectedly
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_127"></a>127</span>
+    encountered a character which he could not
+    comprehend.
+  </p>
+  <p>However, that his purpose was in no way changed
+    was made evident as we took our places in the canoes.
+    A new distribution had been arranged, Chevet accompanying
+    the sergeant, leaving the Commissaire and me
+    alone, except for the <i>p&egrave;re</i>, who had position in the bow.
+    I observed this new arrangement from underneath
+    lowered lashes, but without comment, quietly taking
+    the place assigned me, and shading my face from the
+    first rays of the sun.</p>
+  <p>The day which followed was but one of many we
+    were destined to pass in the canoes. I have small
+    recollection of it, except the weariness of my cramped
+    position, and Cassion&rsquo;s efforts to entertain. Our course
+    kept us close to the north shore, the high banks cutting
+    off all view in that direction, while in the other there
+    was nothing to see but an expanse of water.</p>
+  <p>Except for a single canoe, laden with furs, and propelled
+    by Indian paddlers, bound for Quebec and a
+    market, we encountered no travelers. These swept
+    past us swiftly in grip of the current, gesticulating,
+    and exchanging salutations, and were soon out of
+    sight. Our own boats scattered, as no danger held us
+    together, and there were hours when we failed to have
+    even a glimpse of their presence.</p>
+  <p>At noon we landed in a sheltered cove, brilliant with
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_128"></a>128</span>
+    wild flowers, and partook of food, the rearward canoes
+    joining us, but De Artigny was still ahead, perhaps
+    under orders to keep away. To escape Cassion, I
+    clambered up the front of the cliff, and had view from
+    the summit, marking the sweep of the river for many
+    a league, a scene of wild beauty never to be forgotten.
+    I lingered there at the edge until the voice of the Commissaire
+    recalled me to my place in the canoe.
+  </p>
+  <p>It is of no consequence now what we conversed about
+    during that long afternoon, as we pushed steadily on
+    against the current. Cassion endeavored to be entertaining
+    and I made every effort to encourage him,
+    although my secret thoughts were not pleasant ones.
+    Where was all this to lead? Where was to be the end?
+    There was an expression in the man&rsquo;s face, a glow in
+    his eyes, which troubled me. Already some instinct
+    told me that his carelessness was a thing of the past.
+    He was in earnest now, his vague desire stimulated by
+    my antagonism.</p>
+  <p>He had set out to overcome my scruples, to conquer
+    my will, and was merely biding his time, seeking to
+    learn the best point of attack. It was with this end in
+    view that he kept me to himself, banishing Chevet, and
+    compelling De Artigny to remain well in advance. He
+    was testing me now by his tales of Quebec, his boasting
+    of friendship with the Governor, his stories of
+    army adventure, and the wealth he expected to amass
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_129"></a>129</span>
+    through his official connections. Yet the very tone he
+    assumed, the conceit shown in his narratives, only
+    served to add to my dislike. This creature was my
+    husband, yet I shrank from him, and once, when he
+    dared to touch my hand, I drew it away as though it
+    were contamination. It was then that hot anger leaped
+    into his eyes, and his true nature found expression before
+    he could restrain the words:
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> What do you mean, you chit?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only that I am not won by a few soft words,
+    Monsieur,&rdquo; I answered coldly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But you are my wife; &rsquo;twill be well for you to
+    remember that.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nor am I likely to forget, yet because a priest has
+    mumbled words over us does not make me love you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Sacre!</i>&rdquo; he burst forth, yet careful to keep his
+    voice pitched to my ears alone, &ldquo;you think me a plaything,
+    but you shall learn yet that I have claws. Bah!
+    do you imagine I fear the coxcomb ahead?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To whom do you refer, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Such innocence! to that boot-licker of La Salle&rsquo;s
+    to whom you give your smiles, and pretty words.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Rene de Artigny!&rdquo; I exclaimed pleasantly, and
+    then laughed. &ldquo;Why how ridiculous you are, Monsieur.
+    Better be jealous of P&egrave;re Allouez yonder, for
+    of him I see far the most. Why do you pick out De
+    Artigny on whom to vent your anger?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_130"></a>130</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;I like not the way he eyes you, nor your secret
+    meetings with him in Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If he even sees me I know it not, and as for secret
+    meetings, knew you not that Sister Celeste was with
+    me while we talked.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not in the Governor&rsquo;s palace.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You accuse me of that then,&rdquo; indignantly. &ldquo;Because
+    I am your wife, you can insult, yet it was your
+    hand that drew aside the curtain, and found me alone.
+    Do you hope to gain my respect by such base charges
+    as that, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do you deny that he had been with you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I? Do I deny! It is not worthy my while. Why
+    should I? We were not married then, nor like to be
+    to my knowledge. Why, then, if I wished, was it not
+    my privilege to speak with the Sieur de Artigny? I
+    have found him a very pleasant, and polite young man.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A pauper, his only fortune the sword at his side.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, I knew not even that he possessed one. Yet
+    of what interest can all this be to me, Monsieur, now
+    that I am married to you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>That my words brought him no comfort was plain
+    enough to be seen, yet I doubt if it ever occurred to his
+    mind that I simply made sport, and sought to anger
+    him. It was on his mind to say more, yet he choked
+    the words back, and sat there in moody silence, scarce
+    glancing at me again during the long afternoon. But
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_131"></a>131</span>
+    when we finally made landing for the night, it was
+    plain to be seen that his vigilance was in no wise relaxed,
+    for, although he avoided me himself, the watchful
+    Jesuit was ever at my side, no doubt in obedience
+    to his orders. This second camp, as I recall, was on
+    the shore of Lake St. Peter, in a noble grove, the broad
+    stretch of waters before us silvered by the sinking sun.
+    My tent was pitched on a high knoll, and the scene outspread
+    beneath was one of marvelous beauty. Even the
+    austere p&egrave;re was moved to admiration, as he pointed
+    here and there, and conversed with me in his soft voice.
+    Cassion kept to the men along the bank below, while
+    Chevet lay motionless beside a fire, smoking steadily.
+  </p>
+  <p>I had no glimpse of De Artigny, although my eyes
+    sought him among the others. The chief, Altudah,
+    glided out from among the trees as it grew dusk, made
+    some report, and as quickly disappeared again, leaving
+    me to believe the advance party had made camp beyond
+    the curve of the shore. The priest lingered, and
+    we had our meal together, although it was not altogether
+    to my liking. Once he endeavored to talk with
+    me on the sacredness of marriage, the duty of a wife&rsquo;s
+    obedience to her husband, the stock phrases rolling
+    glibly from his tongue, but my answers gave him small
+    comfort. That he had been so instructed by Cassion
+    was in my mind, and he was sufficiently adroit to avoid
+    antagonizing me by pressing the matter. As we were
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_132"></a>132</span>
+    eating, a party of fur traders, bound east, came ashore
+    in a small fleet of canoes, and joined the men below,
+    building their fires slightly up stream. At last P&egrave;re
+    Allouez left me alone, and descended to them, eager to
+    learn the news from Montreal. Yet, although seemingly
+    I was now left alone, I had no thought of adventuring
+    in the darkness, as I felt convinced the watchful
+    priest would never have deserted my side had he not
+    known that other eyes were keeping vigil.
+  </p>
+  <p>From that moment I never felt myself alone or unobserved.
+    Cassion in person did not make himself
+    obnoxious, except that I was always seated beside him
+    in the boat, subject to his conversation, and attentions.
+    Ever I had the feeling the man was testing me, and
+    venturing how far he dared to go. Not for a moment
+    did I dare to lower my guard in his presence, and this
+    constant strain of watchfulness left me nervous, and
+    bitter of speech.</p>
+  <p>In every respect I was a prisoner, and made to realize
+    my helplessness. I know not what Cassion suspected,
+    what scraps of information he may have gained
+    from Chevet, but he watched me like a hawk. Never,
+    I am sure, was I free of surveillance&ndash;&ndash;in the boat
+    under his own eye; ashore accompanied everywhere by
+    P&egrave;re Allouez, except as I slept, and then even some
+    unknown sentry kept watch of the tent in which I
+    rested. However it was managed I know not, but my
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_133"></a>133</span>
+    uncle never approached me alone, and only twice did I
+    gain glimpse of Sieur de Artigny&ndash;&ndash;once, when his
+    canoe returned to warn us of dangerous water ahead,
+    and once when he awaited us beside the landing at
+    Montreal. Yet even these occasions yielded me new
+    courage, for, as our eyes met I knew he was still my
+    friend, waiting, as I was, the opportunity for a better
+    understanding. This knowledge brought tears of
+    gratitude to my eyes, and a thrill of hope to my heart.
+    I was no longer utterly alone.
+  </p>
+  <p>We were three days at Montreal, the men busily engaged
+    in adding to their store of provisions. I had
+    scarcely a glimpse of the town, as I was given lodging
+    in the convent close to the river bank, and the <i>p&egrave;re</i> was
+    my constant companion during hours of daylight. I
+    doubt if he enjoyed the task any more than I, but he
+    proved faithful to his master, and I could never venture
+    to move without his black robe at my side.</p>
+  <p>Nor did I seek to avoid him, for my mind grasped
+    the fact already that my only hope of final liberty lay
+    in causing Cassion to believe I had quietly yielded to
+    fate. Surely as we plunged deeper into the wilderness
+    his suspicions would vanish, and his grim surveillance
+    relax. I must patiently abide my time. So I sat
+    with the sisters within the dull, gray walls, seemingly
+    unconscious of the <i>p&egrave;re&rsquo;s</i> eyes stealthily watching my
+    every motion, as he pretended other employment.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_134"></a>134</span></div>
+  <p>Cassion came twice, more to assure himself that I
+    was safely held than for any other purpose, yet it
+    pleased me to see his eyes follow my movements, and
+    to realize the man had deeper interest in me than formerly.
+    Chevet, no doubt, spent his time in the wine
+    shops; at least I never either saw, or heard of him.
+    Indeed I asked nothing as to his whereabouts, as I had
+    decided already his assistance would be of no value.</p>
+  <p>We departed at dawn, and the sun was scarce an
+    hour high when the prows of our canoes turned into
+    the Ottawa. Now we were indeed in the wilderness,
+    fronting the vast unknown country of the West, with
+    every league of travel leaving behind all trace of civilization.
+    There was nothing before us save a few scattered
+    missions, presided over by ragged priests, and an
+    occasional fur trader&rsquo;s station, the headquarters of
+    wandering <i>couriers du bois</i>. On every side were the
+    vast prairies, and stormy lakes, roamed over by savage
+    men and beasts through whom we must make our way
+    in hardship, danger, and toil.</p>
+  <p>Cassion spread out his rude map in the bottom of
+    the canoe, and I had him point out the route we were
+    to follow. It was a long, weary way he indicated, and,
+    for the moment, my heart almost failed me, as we
+    traced together the distance outlined, and pictured in
+    imagination the many obstacles between us and our
+    goal. Had I known the truth, all those leagues were
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_135"></a>135</span>
+    destined to disclose of hardship and peril, I doubt my
+    courage to have fronted them. But I did not know,
+    nor could I perceive a way of escape. So I crushed
+    back the tears dimming my eyes, smiled into his face, as
+    he rolled up the map, and pretended to care not at all.
+  </p>
+  <p>When night came we were in the black woods, the
+    silence about us almost unearthly, broken only by the
+    dash of water over the rocks below where we were
+    camped, promising a difficult portage on the morrow.
+    Alone, oppressed by the silence, feeling my helplessness
+    as perhaps I never had before, and the dread loneliness
+    of the vast wilderness in which I lay, I tossed on my
+    bed for hours, ere sheer exhaustion conquered, and I
+    slept.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_136"></a>136</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XI_I_GAIN_SPEECH_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XI</h2>
+    <h3>I GAIN SPEECH WITH DE ARTIGNY</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>Our progress up the Ottawa was so slow, so toilsome,
+    the days such a routine of labor and hardship,
+    the scenes along the shore so similar, that I lost
+    all conception of time. Except for the Jesuit I had
+    scarcely a companion, and there were days, I am sure,
+    when we did not so much as exchange a word.</p>
+  <p>The men had no rest from labor, even Cassion
+    changing from boat to boat as necessity arose, urging
+    them to renewed efforts. The water was low, the
+    rapids more than usually dangerous, so that we were
+    compelled to portage more often than usual. Once the
+    leading canoe ventured to shoot a rapid not considered
+    perilous, and had a great hole torn in its prow by a
+    sharp rock. The men got ashore, saving the wreck,
+    but lost their store of provisions, and we were a day
+    there making the damaged canoe again serviceable.</p>
+  <p>This delay gave me my only glimpse of De Artigny,
+    still dripping from his involuntary bath, and so busily
+    engaged at repairs, as to be scarcely conscious of my
+    presence on the bank above him. Yet I can hardly say
+    that, for once he glanced up, and our eyes met, and
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_137"></a>137</span>
+    possibly he would have joined me, but for the sudden
+    appearance of Cassion, who swore at the delay, and
+    ordered me back to where the tent had been hastily
+    erected. I noticed De Artigny straighten up, angered
+    that Cassion dared speak to me so harshly, but I had
+    no wish then to precipitate an open quarrel between
+    the two men, and so departed quickly. Later, Father
+    Allouez told me that in the overturning of the canoe
+    the young Sieur had saved the life of the Algonquin
+    Chief, bringing him ashore unconscious, helpless from
+    a broken shoulder.
+  </p>
+  <p>This accident to Altudah led to the transferring of
+    the injured Indian to our canoe, and caused Cassion
+    to join De Artigny in advance. This change relieved
+    me of the constant presence of the Commissaire, who
+    wearied me with his ceaseless efforts to entertain, but
+    rendered more difficult than ever my desire to speak
+    privately with the younger man. The <i>p&egrave;re</i> evidently
+    had commands to keep me ever in view, for he clung
+    to me like a shadow, and scarcely for a moment did I
+    feel myself alone, or unwatched.</p>
+  <p>It was five days later, and in the heart of all that
+    was desolate and drear, when this long sought opportunity
+    came in most unexpected fashion. We had
+    made camp early, because of rough water ahead, the
+    passage of which it was not deemed best to attempt
+    without careful exploration. So, while the three
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_138"></a>138</span>
+    heavily laden canoes drew up against the bank, and
+    prepared to spend the night, the leading canoe was
+    stripped, and sent forward, manned only with the most
+    expert of the Indian paddlers to make sure the perils
+    of the current. From the low bank to which I had
+    climbed I watched the preparations for the dash
+    through those madly churning waters above. Cassion
+    was issuing his orders loudly, but exhibited no inclination
+    to accompany the party, and suddenly the frail
+    craft shot out from the shore, with De Artigny at the
+    steering paddle, and every Indian braced for his task,
+    and headed boldly into the smother. They vanished
+    as though swallowed by the mist, Cassion, and a half
+    dozen soldiers racing along the shore line in an effort
+    to keep abreast of the laboring craft.
+  </p>
+  <p>It was a wild, desolate spot in which we were, a
+    mere rift in the bluffs, which seemed to overhang us,
+    covered with a heavy growth of forest. The sun was
+    still an hour high, although it was twilight already beside
+    the river, when Cassion, and his men came straggling
+    back, to report that the canoe had made safe
+    passage, and, taking advantage of his good humor, I
+    proposed a climb up an opening of the bluff, down
+    which led a deer trail plainly discernible.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not I,&rdquo; he said, casting a glance upward. &ldquo;The
+    run over the rocks will do me for exercise tonight.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then will I assay it alone,&rdquo; I replied, not displeased
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_139"></a>139</span>
+    at his refusal. &ldquo;I am cramped from sitting in
+    the canoe so long.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be a hard climb, and they tell me the <i>p&egrave;re</i>
+    has strained a tendon of his leg coming ashore.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And what of that!&rdquo; I burst forth, giving vent to
+    my indignation. &ldquo;Am I a ten-year-old to be guarded
+    every step I take? &rsquo;Tis not far to the summit, and no
+    danger. You can see yourself the trail is not steep.
+    Faith! I will go now, just to show that I am at
+    liberty.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He laughed, an unpleasant sound to it, yet made no
+    effort to halt me. &rsquo;Tis probable he felt safe enough
+    with De Artigny camped above the rapids, and he had
+    learned already that my temper might become dangerous.
+    Yet he stood and watched while I was half-way
+    up before turning away, satisfied no doubt that I would
+    make it safely. It was like a draught of wine to me to
+    be alone again; I cannot describe the sense of freedom,
+    and relief I felt when a spur of the cliff shut out all
+    view of the scene below.</p>
+  <p>The rude path I followed was narrow, but not steep
+    enough to prove wearisome, and, as it led up through a
+    crevice in the earth, finally emerged at the top of the
+    bluff at a considerable distance above the camp I had
+    left. Thick woods covered the crest, although there
+    were open plains beyond, and I was obliged to advance
+    to the very edge in order to gain glimpse of the river.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_140"></a>140</span></div>
+  <p>Once there, however, with footing secure on a flat
+    rock, the scene outspread was one of wild and fascinating
+    beauty. Directly below me were the rapids,
+    rock strewn, the white spray leaping high in air, the
+    swift, green water swirling past in tremendous volume.
+    It scarcely seemed as though boats could live in that
+    smother, or find passage between those jutting rocks,
+    yet as I gazed more closely, I could trace the channel
+    close in against the opposite shore, and note where the
+    swift current bore back across the river.</p>
+  <p>Leaning far out, grasping a branch to keep from
+    falling, I distinguished the canoe at the upper landing,
+    and the Indians busily preparing camp. At first I saw
+    nothing of any white man, but was gazing still when
+    De Artigny emerged from some shadow, and stepped
+    down beside the boat. I know not what instinct
+    prompted him to turn and look up intently at the bluff
+    towering above. I scarcely comprehended either what
+    swift impulse led me to undo the neckerchief at my
+    throat, and hold it forth in signal. An instant he
+    stared upward, shading his eyes with one hand.</p>
+  <p>I must have seemed a vision clinging there against
+    the sky, yet all at once the truth burst upon him, and,
+    with a wave of the arm, he sprang up the low bank,
+    and joined his Indians. I could not hear what he said,
+    but with a single word he left them, and disappeared
+    among the trees at the foot of the bluff.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_141"></a>141</span></div>
+  <p>I drew back, almost frightened, half inclined to flee
+    before he could attain the summit. What could I say?
+    How could I meet him? What if Cassion had followed
+    me up the path, or had despatched one of his
+    men to spy upon my movements? Ever since leaving
+    Quebec my one hope had been this interview with De
+    Artigny, yet now that it was imminent I shrank from
+    it, in actual confusion, my heart fluttering, my mind
+    blank, yet I was not a coward, and did not run, but
+    waited, feeling my limbs tremble under me, and listening
+    for the first sound of his approach.</p>
+  <p>He must have scrambled straight up the steep face
+    of the bluff, for it could have been scarcely more than
+    a minute, when I heard him crunching a passage
+    through the bushes, and then saw him emerge above
+    the edge. Clinging to a tree limb, his eyes sought
+    eagerly to locate me, and when I stepped forward, he
+    sprang erect, and bowed, jerking his hat from his
+    head. There was about his action the enthusiasm of
+    a boy, and his face glowed with an eagerness and
+    delight which instantly broke down every barrier
+    between us.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You waved to me?&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;You wished
+    me to come?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I confessed, swept from my guard by his
+    enthusiasm. &ldquo;I have been anxious to confer with you,
+    and this is my first opportunity.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_142"></a>142</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Why I thought you avoided me,&rdquo; he burst forth.
+    &ldquo;It is because I felt so that I have kept away.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There was nothing else I could do but pretend,&rdquo; I
+    exclaimed, gaining control over my voice as I spoke.
+    &ldquo;My every movement has been watched since we left
+    Quebec; this is the first moment I have been left alone&ndash;&ndash;if,
+    indeed, I am now.&rdquo; And I glanced about doubtfully
+    into the shadows of the forest.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You imagine you may have been followed here?
+    By whom? Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By himself, or some emissary. P&egrave;re Allouez has
+    been my jailor, but chances to be disabled at present.
+    The Commissaire permitted me to climb here alone,
+    believing you to be safely camped above the rapids, yet
+    his suspicions may easily revive.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;His suspicions!&rdquo; the Sieur laughed softly. &ldquo;So
+    that then is the trouble? It is to keep us apart that he
+    bids me make separate camp each night; and assigns
+    me to every post of peril. I feel the honor, Mademoiselle,
+    yet why am I especially singled out for so
+    great a distinction?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He suspects us of being friends. He knew I conferred
+    with you at the convent, and even believes that
+    you were with me hidden behind the curtain in the
+    Governor&rsquo;s office.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yet if all that be true,&rdquo; he questioned, his voice
+    evidencing his surprise. &ldquo;Why should our friendship
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_143"></a>143</span>
+    arouse his antagonism to such an extent? I cannot
+    understand what crime I have committed, Mademoiselle.
+    It is all mystery, even why you should be here
+    with us on this long journey? Surely you had no such
+    thought when we parted last?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You do not know what has occurred?&rdquo; I asked,
+    in astonishment. &ldquo;No one has told you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Told me! How? I have scarcely held speech with
+    anyone but the Algonquin chief since we took to the
+    water. Cassion has but given orders, and Chevet is
+    mum as an oyster. I endeavored to find you in
+    Montreal, but you were safely locked behind gray
+    walls. That something was wrong I felt convinced,
+    yet what it might be no one would tell me. I tried
+    questioning the <i>p&egrave;re</i>, but he only shook his head, and
+    left me unanswered. Tell me then, Mademoiselle, by
+    what right does this Cassion hold you as a captive?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>My lips trembled, and my eyes fell, yet I must
+    answer.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He is my husband, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I caught glimpse of his face, picturing surprise, incredulity.
+    He drew a sharp breath, and I noted his
+    hand close tightly on the hilt of his knife.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your husband! that cur! Surely you do not
+    jest?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Would that I did,&rdquo; I exclaimed, losing all control
+    in sudden wave of anger. &ldquo;No, Monsieur, it is true;
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_144"></a>144</span>
+    but listen. I supposed you knew; that you had been
+    told. It is hard for me to explain, yet I must make it
+    all plain for you to understand. I do not love the man,
+    his very presence maddens me, nor has the creature
+    dared as yet to lay hand on my person. See; I carry
+    this,&rdquo; and I drew the pistol from my dress, and held it
+    in my hand. &ldquo;Chevet loaned it me, and Cassion knows
+    I would kill him if he ventured insult. Yet that serves
+    me little, for my opposition only renders the man more
+    determined. At Quebec I was but a plaything, but
+    now he holds me worth the winning.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But why did you marry him, then?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am coming to that, Monsieur. You overheard
+    what was said in La Barre&rsquo;s office about&ndash;&ndash;about my
+    father&rsquo;s property?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! although it was not all clear to me. Captain
+    la Chesnayne had lost his estates, confiscated by the
+    Crown; yet before his death these had been restored
+    to him by the King.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, but the report of the restoration had never
+    been made to his rightful heirs. The papers had been
+    held back and concealed, while those in authority
+    planned how to retain possession. Cassion was chosen
+    as an instrument, and sought my hand in marriage.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny smothered an oath, his eyes darkening
+    with anger.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It was to further this scheme that he induced
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_145"></a>145</span>
+    Chevet to announce our engagement, and drive me to
+    consent. Once my husband the fortune was securely
+    in his hands&ndash;&ndash;indeed, I need never know its existence;
+    nor would Chevet suspicion the trick. Yet, as I
+    see it now, La Barre had no great faith in the man he
+    had chosen, and thought best to test him first by this
+    journey to St. Louis. If he proved himself, then on
+    his return, he was to have the reward of official position
+    and wealth. I was but a pawn in the game, a
+    plaything for their pleasure.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>My voice broke, and I could scarcely see through
+    the tears in my eyes, but I felt his strong hand close
+    over mine, the warm pressure an unspoken pledge.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The dogs! and then what happened?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You know, already. I was discovered behind the
+    curtain, when you escaped through the open window.
+    They were not certain I was not alone there, as I
+    claimed, but compelled me to confess what I had overheard.
+    La Barre was quick to grasp the danger of
+    discovery, and the only method by which my lips could
+    be closed. By threat he compelled me to marry Francois
+    Cassion, and accompany him on this journey into
+    the wilderness.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The ceremony was performed by a priest?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By P&egrave;re le Guard, the Governor&rsquo;s chaplain.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And Hugo Chevet, your uncle? Did he remain
+    silent? make no protest?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_146"></a>146</span></div>
+  <p>I gave a gesture of despair.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He! Never did he even conceive what occurred,
+    until I told him later on the river. Even now I doubt
+    if his sluggish brain has grasped the truth. To him
+    the alliance was an honor, an opening to possible
+    wealth in the fur trade through Cassion&rsquo;s influence
+    with La Barre. He could perceive nothing else except
+    his good luck in thus ridding himself of the care of a
+    poor niece who had been a sorry burden.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But you explained to him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I tried to, but only to regret the effort. Giant as
+    he is physically, his intellect is that of a big boy. All
+    he can conceive of is revenge&ndash;&ndash;a desire to crush with
+    his hands. He hates Cassion, because the man has
+    robbed him of the use of my father&rsquo;s money; but for
+    my position he cares nothing. To his mind the wrong
+    has all been done to him, and I fear he will brood over
+    it until he seeks revenge. If he does he will ruin everything.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny stood silent, evidently in thought, endeavoring
+    to grasp the threads of my tale.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How did you attain the summit of this bluff?&rdquo; he
+    questioned at last.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yonder; there is a deer trail leading down.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you fear Cassion may follow?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He will likely become suspicious if I am long absent,
+    and either seek me himself, or send one of his
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_147"></a>147</span>
+    men. This is the first moment of freedom I have experienced
+    since we left Quebec. I hardly know how
+    to behave myself.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And we must guard it from being the last,&rdquo; he
+    exclaimed, a note of determination, and leadership in
+    his voice. &ldquo;There are questions I must ask, so that
+    we may work together in harmony, but Cassion can
+    never be allowed to suspect that we have communication.
+    Let us go forward to the end of the trail where
+    you came up; from there we can keep watch below.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He still grasped my hand, and I had no thought of
+    withdrawing it. To me he was a friend, loyal, trustworthy,
+    the one alone to whom I could confide. Together
+    we clambered over the rough rocks to where
+    the narrow cleft led downward.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_148"></a>148</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XII_ON_THE_SUMMIT_OF_THE_BLUFF"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XII</h2>
+    <h3>ON THE SUMMIT OF THE BLUFF</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>Securely screened from observation by the low
+    growing bushes clinging to the edge of the bluff,
+    and yet with a clear view of the cleft in the rocks half
+    way to the river, De Artigny found me a seat on a
+    hummock of grass, but remained standing himself.
+    The sun was sinking low, warning us that our time was
+    short, for with the first coming of twilight I would
+    certainly be sought, if I failed to return to the lower
+    camp.</p>
+  <p>For a moment he did not break the silence, and I
+    glanced up, wondering why he should hesitate. His
+    face was grave, no longer appearing, as was its wont,
+    young and careless, but marked by thought and perplexity.
+    Something strong and earnest in the character
+    of the man, brought forth by this emergency, seemed
+    to stamp itself on his features. If I had ever before
+    imagined him to be a mere reckless youth, with that
+    moment such conception vanished, and I knew I was
+    to rely on the experience of a man&ndash;&ndash;a man trained in
+    a rough wilderness school, yet with mind and heart
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_149"></a>149</span>
+    fitted to meet any emergency. The knowledge brought
+    me boldness.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You would question me, Monsieur,&rdquo; I asked doubtfully.
+    &ldquo;It was for that you led me here?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; instantly aroused by my voice, but with eyes
+    still scanning the trail. &ldquo;And there is no time to
+    waste, if I am to do my part intelligently. You must
+    return below before the sun disappears, or Monsieur
+    Cassion might suspect you had lost your way. You
+    have sought me for assistance, counsel perhaps, but
+    this state of affairs has so taken me by surprise that I
+    do not think clearly. You have a plan?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Scarcely that, Monsieur. I would ascertain the
+    truth, and my only means of doing so is through a confession
+    by Francois Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And he is too cold-blooded a villain to ever
+    acknowledge guilt. To my mind the methods of Chevet
+    would be most likely to bring result.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But not to mine, Monsieur,&rdquo; I interrupted
+    earnestly. &ldquo;The man is not so cold-blooded as you
+    imagine. Arrogant he is, and conceited, deeming himself
+    admired, and envied by all, especially my sex.
+    He has even dared boast to me of his victims. But
+    therein lies his very weakness; I would make him love
+    me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He turned now, and looked searchingly into my
+    face, no glimpse of a smile in the gray eyes.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_150"></a>150</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Pardon; I do not understand,&rdquo; he said gravely.
+    &ldquo;You seek his love?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I felt his manner a rebuke, a questioning of my honesty,
+    and swift indignation brought the answering
+    words to my lips.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And why not pray! Must I not defend myself&ndash;&ndash;and
+    what other weapons are at hand? Do I owe him
+    kindness; or tender consideration? The man married
+    me as he would buy a slave.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You may be justified,&rdquo; he admitted regretfully.
+    &ldquo;Yet how is this to be done?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I arose to my feet, and stood before him, my face
+    uplifted, and, with one hand, thrust aside the shade of
+    my hat.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, deem you that impossible?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>His lips parted in a quick smile, revealing the white
+    teeth, and he bowed low, flinging his hat to the ground,
+    and standing bareheaded.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! No! Monsieur Cassion is to be congratulated.
+    Yet it was my thought you said yonder
+    that you despised the man.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I do; what reason have I to feel otherwise? Yet
+    there lies my strength in this battle. He laughs at
+    women, plays with them, breaks their hearts. It is
+    his pride and boast, and his success in the past has
+    ministered to his self conceit. He thought me of the
+    same kind, but has already had his lesson. Do you
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_151"></a>151</span>
+    not know what that means to a man like him? More
+    than ever he will desire my favor. A week back, he
+    cared nothing; I was but a plaything, awaiting his
+    pleasure; his wife to be treated as he pleased. He
+    knows better now, and already his eyes follow me as
+    though he were my dog.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And that then is why you send for me&ndash;&ndash;that I
+    may play my part in the game?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I shrugged my shoulders, yet there was doubt in my
+    eyes as I faced him.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Is there harm in such play, Monsieur,&rdquo; I asked
+    innocently, &ldquo;with so important an end in view? &rsquo;Tis
+    not that I seek amusement, but I must find out where
+    this King&rsquo;s pardon is hidden, who concealed it, and
+    obtain proof of the fraud which compelled my marriage.
+    My only hope of release lies in compelling
+    Francois Cassion to confess all he knows of this foul
+    conspiracy. I must possess the facts before we return
+    to Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But of what use?&rdquo; he insisted. &ldquo;You will still remain
+    his wife, and your property will be in his control.
+    The church will hold you to the marriage contract.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not if I can establish the truth that I was deceived,
+    defrauded, and married by force. Once I have
+    the proofs in my hands, I will appeal to Louis&ndash;&ndash;to the
+    Pope for relief. These men thought me a helpless girl,
+    friendless and alone, ignorant of law, a mere waif of
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_152"></a>152</span>
+    the frontier. Perhaps I was, but this experience has
+    made of me a woman. In Montreal I talked with the
+    Mother Superior, and she told me of a marriage in
+    France where the <i>p&egrave;re</i> officiated under threat, and the
+    Pope dissolved the ties. If it can be done for others,
+    it shall be done for me. I will not remain the wife of
+    Francois Cassion.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yet you would make him love you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;In punishment for his sins; in payment for those
+    he has ruined. Ay! &rsquo;tis a duty I shall not shrink from,
+    Monsieur de Artigny, even although you may deem
+    it unwomanly. I do not mean it so, nor hold myself
+    immodest for the effort. Why should I? I but war
+    against him with his own weapons, and my cause is
+    just. And I shall win, whether or not you give me
+    your aid. How can I fail, Monsieur? I am young,
+    and not ill to look upon; this you have already confessed;
+    here in this wilderness I am alone, the only
+    woman. He holds me his wife by law, and yet knows
+    he must still win me. There are months of loneliness
+    before us, and he will not look upon the face of
+    another white woman in all those leagues. Are there
+    any French of my sex at Fort St. Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nor at St. Ignace, P&egrave;re Allouez assures me. I
+    shall have no rival then in all this wilderness; you
+    think me harmless, Monsieur? Look at me, and say!&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_153"></a>153</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;I do not need to look; you will have your game,
+    I have no doubt, although the final result may not
+    prove what you desire.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You fear the end?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It may be so; you play with fire, and although I
+    know little of women, yet I have felt the wild passions
+    of men in lands where there is no restraint of law. The
+    wilderness sees many tragedies&ndash;&ndash;fierce, bitter, revengeful
+    deeds&ndash;&ndash;and &rsquo;tis best you use care. &rsquo;Tis my
+    belief this Francois Cassion might prove a devil, once
+    his heart was tricked. Have you thought of this?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I had thought of it, but with no mercy in my heart,
+    yet as De Artigny spoke I felt the ugliness of my
+    threat more acutely, and, for an instant, stood before
+    him white-lipped, and ashamed. Then before me arose
+    Cassion&rsquo;s face, sarcastic, supercilious, hateful, and I
+    laughed in scorn of the warning.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Thought of it!&rdquo; I exclaimed, &ldquo;yes, but for that
+    I care nothing. Why should I, Monsieur? Has the
+    man shown mercy to me, that I should feel regret
+    because he suffers? As to his revenge, death is not
+    more to be dreaded than a lifetime passed in his presence.
+    But why do you make plea on his behalf&ndash;&ndash;the
+    man is surely no friend of yours?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I make no plea for him,&rdquo; he answered, strangely
+    sober, &ldquo;and claim no friendship. Any enemy to La
+    Salle is an enemy to Rene de Artigny; but I would
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_154"></a>154</span>
+    front him as a man should. It is not my nature to
+    do a deed of treachery.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You hold this treachery?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What else? You propose luring him to love you,
+    that you may gain confession from his lips. To attain
+    this end you barter your honesty, your womanhood;
+    you take advantage of your beauty to enslave him;
+    you count as ally the loneliness of the wilderness; ay!
+    and, if I understand aright, you hope through me to
+    awaken the man&rsquo;s jealousy. Is this not true?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I drew a quick breath, my eyes staring into his face,
+    and my limbs trembling. His words cut me like a
+    knife, yet I would not yield, would not even acknowledge
+    their truth.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You are unjust, unfair,&rdquo; I burst forth impetuously.
+    &ldquo;You will see but the one side&ndash;&ndash;that of the
+    man. I cannot fight this battle with my hands, nor
+    will I submit to such wrong without struggle. He has
+    never thought to spare me, and there is no reason why
+    I should show him mercy. I wish your good will,
+    Monsieur, your respect, but I cannot hold this plan
+    which I propose as evil. Do you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He hesitated, looking at me with such perplexity in
+    his eyes as to prove his doubt.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I cannot judge you,&rdquo; he admitted at last, &ldquo;only
+    that is not the way in which I have been trained.
+    Neither will I stand between you and your revenge,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_155"></a>155</span>
+    nor have part in it. I am your friend&ndash;&ndash;now, always.
+    In every honorable way I will serve you, and your
+    cause. If Cassion dares violence, or insult he must
+    reckon with me, though I faced his whole company.
+    I pledge you this, but I will not play a part, or act a
+    lie even at your request.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You mean you will not pretend to care for me?&rdquo;
+    I asked, my heart leaden at his words.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There would be no pretense,&rdquo; he answered frankly.
+    &ldquo;I do care for you, but I will not dishonor my thought
+    of you by thus deliberately scheming to outwit your
+    husband. I am a man of the woods, the wilderness;
+    not since I was a boy have I dwelt in civilization, but
+    in all that time I have been companion of men to whom
+    honor was everything. I have been comrade with
+    Sieur de la Salle, with Henri de Tonty, and cannot be
+    guilty of an act of treachery even for your sake. Perchance
+    my code is not the same as the perfumed gallants
+    of Quebec&ndash;&ndash;yet it is mine, and learned in a
+    hard school.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He went on quietly, &ldquo;there are two things I cannot
+    ignore&ndash;&ndash;one is, that I am an employee of this Francois
+    Cassion, pledged to his service by my own free
+    will; the other is, that you are his wife, joined to him
+    by Holy Church, and although you may have assumed
+    those vows under coercion, your promise is binding. I
+    can but choose my path of duty, and abide therein.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_156"></a>156</span></div>
+  <p>His words hurt, angered me; I lacked power of
+    expression, ability to grasp his full meaning and purpose.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you desert me then? You&ndash;&ndash;you leave
+    me to this fate?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I leave you to reconsider your choice of action,&rdquo;
+    he returned gravely, his hat still in hand, his lips
+    unsmiling. &ldquo;I do believe your womanhood will find
+    a better way to achieve its liberty, but what that way
+    is I must trust you to discover. I am your friend,
+    Adele, always&ndash;&ndash;you will believe that?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I did not answer; I could not, because of the choking
+    in my throat, yet I let him grasp my hand. Once
+    I raised my eyes to his, but lowered them instantly in
+    strange confusion. Here was a man I did not understand,
+    whose real motives I could not fathom. His
+    protest had not yet penetrated my soul, and I felt
+    toward him, an odd mixture of respect and anger. He
+    released my hand, and turned away, and I stood
+    motionless as he crossed the open space between the
+    trees. At the edge of the bluff he paused and glanced
+    about, lifting his hat in gesture of farewell. I do not
+    think I moved, or made response, and an instant later
+    he was gone.</p>
+  <p>I know not how long I stood there staring into
+    vacancy, haunted by regret, tortured by fear and humiliation.
+    Slowly all else crystallized into indignation,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_157"></a>157</span>
+    with a fierce resolve to fight on alone. The sun sank,
+    and all about me clung the purple twilight, yet I did
+    not move. He had been unjust, unfair; his simple
+    code of the woods could not be made to apply to such
+    a situation as this of mine.
+  </p>
+  <p>I had a right to use the weapons of womanhood in
+    my own defense. Ay! and I would; and whether
+    voluntary, or not this spotless knight of the wilderness
+    should be my ally. Let him pretend to high virtue,
+    yet surely under that outer armor of resolve there beat
+    the heart of a man. He meant all he said; he was
+    honest in it; not once did I doubt that, yet his apparent
+    indifference, his seeming willingness to leave me to
+    fate, and Cassion, was all assumed.</p>
+  <p>That one glimpse I had into his eyes told me this
+    in a sudden revelation stronger than any words. I
+    smiled at the recollection, the sense of power reawakening
+    in my heart. He did care&ndash;&ndash;no less than I cared,
+    and this knowledge gave me the weapon I needed, and
+    the courage to use it.</p>
+  <p>I heard no sound of warning, yet as I turned to
+    retrace my way to the camp below, I became suddenly
+    aware of the presence of Cassion.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_158"></a>158</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XIII_WE_REACH_THE_LAKE"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2>
+    <h3>WE REACH THE LAKE</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>He was between me and the deer trail, and enough
+    of daylight yet remained to enable me to perceive
+    the man clearly. How long he may have been
+    there observing me I could not know, but when I first
+    saw him he was bent forward, apparently deeply interested
+    in some sudden discovery upon the ground at his
+    feet.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You thought me long in returning, Monsieur?&rdquo;
+    I asked carelessly, and taking a step toward him. &ldquo;It
+    was cooler up here, and the view from the bluff yonder
+    beautiful. You may gain some conception of it still,
+    if you care.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He lifted his head with a jerk, and stared into my
+    face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! no doubt,&rdquo; he said harshly, &ldquo;yet I hardly
+    think it was the view which held you here so long.
+    Whose boot print is this, Madame? not yours, surely.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I glanced where he pointed, my heart leaping, yet
+    not altogether with regret. The young Sieur had left
+    his trail behind, and it would serve me whether by his
+    will or no.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_159"></a>159</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Certainly not mine,&rdquo; and I laughed. &ldquo;I trust,
+    Monsieur, your powers of observation are better than
+    that&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis hardly a compliment.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nor is this time for any lightness of speech, my
+    lady,&rdquo; he retorted, his anger fanned by my indifference.
+    &ldquo;Whose is it then, I ask you? What man has been
+    your companion here?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You jump at conclusions, Monsieur,&rdquo; I returned
+    coldly. &ldquo;The stray imprint of a man&rsquo;s boot on the
+    turf is scarcely evidence that I have had a companion.
+    Kindly stand aside, and permit me to descend.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! I will not!&rdquo; and he blocked my
+    passage. &ldquo;I have stood enough of your tantrums
+    already in the boat. Now we are alone, and I will
+    have my say. You shall remain here until I learn the
+    truth.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>His rage rather amused me, and I felt not the
+    slightest emotion of fear, although there was threat
+    in his words, and in the gesture accompanying them.
+    I do not think the smile even deserted my lips, as I
+    sought a comfortable seat on a fallen tree trunk, fully
+    conscious that nothing would so infuriate the man as
+    studied indifference.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Very well, Monsieur, I await your investigation
+    with pleasure,&rdquo; I said sweetly. &ldquo;No doubt it will prove
+    interesting. You honor me with the suspicion that I
+    had an appointment here with one of your men?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_160"></a>160</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;No matter what I suspicion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Of course not; you treat me with marked consideration.
+    Perchance others have camped here, and
+    explored these bluffs.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The print is fresh, not ancient, and none of the
+    men from my camp have come this way.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He strode forward, across the narrow open space,
+    and disappeared into the fringe of trees bordering the
+    edge of the bluff. It would have been easy for me to
+    depart, to escape to the security of the tent below, but
+    curiosity held me motionless. I knew what he would
+    discover, and preferred to face the consequences where
+    I was free to answer him face to face. I wished him
+    to be suspicious, to feel that he had a rival; I would
+    fan his jealousy to the very danger point. Nor had
+    I long to wait. Forth from the shade of the trees he
+    burst, and came toward me, his face white, his eyes
+    blazing.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Tis the fellow I thought,&rdquo; he burst forth, &ldquo;and
+    he went down the face of the bluff yonder. So you
+    dared to have tryst with him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;With whom, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;De Artigny, the young fool! Do you think me
+    blind? Did I not know you were together in Quebec?
+    What are you laughing at?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I was not laughing, Monsieur. Your ridiculous
+    charge does not amuse me. I am a woman; you insult
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_161"></a>161</span>
+    me; I am your wife; you charge me with indiscretion.
+    If you think to win me with such cowardly insinuations
+    you know little of my nature. I will not talk
+    with you, nor discuss the matter. I return to the
+    camp.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>His hands clinched as though he had the throat of
+    an enemy between them, but angry as he was, some
+    vague doubt restrained him.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! I&rsquo;ll fight the dog!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;De Artigny, you mean? Tis his trade, I hear,
+    and he is good at it.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bah! a bungler of the woods. I doubt if he ever
+    crossed blades with a swordsman. But mark you this,
+    Madame, the lad feels my steel if ever you so much as
+    speak to him again.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>There was contempt in my eyes, nor did I strive to
+    disguise it.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Am I your wife, Monsieur, or your slave?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;My wife, and I know how to hold you! <i>Mon
+      Dieu</i>! but you shall learn that lesson. I was a fool to
+    ever give the brat place in the boats. La Barre warned
+    me that he would make trouble. Now I tell you what
+    will occur if you play false with me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You may spare your threats&ndash;&ndash;they weigh nothing.
+    The Sieur de Artigny is my friend, and I shall
+    address him when it pleases me. With whatever quarrel
+    may arise between you I have no interest. Let
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_162"></a>162</span>
+    that suffice, and now I bid you good night, Monsieur.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>He made no effort to halt me, nor to follow, and I
+    made my way down the darkening path, without so
+    much as turning my head to observe his movements.
+    It was almost like a play to me, and I was reckless of
+    the consequences, intent only on my purpose.</p>
+  <p>I was awake a long time, lying alone on my blankets
+    within the silent tent, and staring out at the darkness.
+    I saw Cassion descend the deer path, perhaps an hour
+    after I left him, and go on to the main camp below.
+    He made no pause as he passed, yet walked slowly as
+    though in thought. Where he went I could not determine
+    in the gloom, yet was convinced he had no purpose
+    then of seeking De Artigny or of putting his
+    threat into immediate action. In all probability he
+    believed that his words would render me cautious, in
+    spite of my defiant response, and that I would avoid
+    creating trouble by keeping away from the younger
+    man. He was no brawler, except as he felt safe, and
+    this young frontiersman was hardly the antagonist he
+    would choose. It would be more apt to be a blow in
+    the dark, or an overturned canoe.</p>
+  <p>I cannot recall now that I experienced any regret
+    for what had occurred. Perhaps I might if I had
+    known the end, yet I felt perfectly justified in all my
+    actions. I had done no conscious wrong, and was only
+    seeking that which was mine by every standard of
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_163"></a>163</span>
+    justice. I knew I despised Cassion, while my feeling&rsquo;s
+    toward De Artigny were so confused, and indefinite
+    as to be a continual puzzle. I knew nothing of what
+    love was&ndash;&ndash;I was merely aware that the man interested
+    me, and that I felt confidence in him. I recalled
+    his words, the expression of his face, and felt the sharp
+    sting of his rebuke, yet all was strangely softened by
+    the message I had read in his eyes.
+  </p>
+  <p>He had not approved of my course, yet in his heart
+    had not blamed; he would not lend himself to my
+    purpose, yet remained no less loyal to me. I could
+    ask no more. Indeed, I had no wish to precipitate an
+    open quarrel between the two men. However it ended,
+    such an occurrence would serve me ill, and all that my
+    plan contemplated was that they should distrust each
+    other, and thus permit me to play the one against the
+    other, until I won my game. I felt no fear of the
+    result, no doubt of my ability to manipulate the strings
+    adroitly enough to achieve the end sought.</p>
+  <p>The one point I ignored was the primitive passions
+    of men. These were beyond my control; were already
+    beyond, although I knew it not. Fires were smouldering
+    in hearts which out yonder in the dark woods
+    would burst into flame of destruction. Innocent as my
+    purpose was, it had in it the germs of tragedy; but
+    I was then too young, too inexperienced to know.</p>
+  <p>Nor had I reason to anticipate the result of my simple
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_164"></a>164</span>
+    ruse, or occasion to note any serious change in my
+    surroundings. The routine of our journey gave me no
+    hint of the hidden passions seething below the outward
+    appearance of things. In the early dawn we broke
+    camp as usual, except that chosen boatmen guided the
+    emptied canoes through the rapids, while the others
+    of the party made portage along the rough shore. In
+    the smooth water above we all embarked again, and
+    won slow way against the current. The advance company
+    had departed before our arrival, nor did I again
+    obtain glimpse of De Artigny for many days.
+  </p>
+  <p>I would not say that Cassion purposely kept us
+    apart, for the arrangement might have been the same
+    had I not been of the party, yet the only communication
+    between the two divisions occurred when some
+    messenger brought back warning of dangerous water
+    ahead. Usually this messenger was an Indian, but
+    once De Artigny himself came, and guided our canoes
+    through a torrent of white, raging water, amid a maze
+    of murderous rocks.</p>
+  <p>During these days and weeks Cassion treated me
+    with consideration and outward respect. Not that he
+    failed to talk freely, and to boast of his exploits and
+    adventures, yet he refrained from laying hand on me,
+    nor did he once refer to the incident of the bluff. I
+    knew not what to make of the man in this new r&ocirc;le
+    of gallant, yet suspicioned that he but bided his time,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_165"></a>165</span>
+    and a better opportunity for exhibiting his true purpose.
+  </p>
+  <p>There were times, when he thought I was not observing
+    him, when the expression of his eyes brought me
+    uneasiness, and I was soon aware that, in spite of his
+    genial manner, and friendly expression, his surveillance
+    was in no degree relaxed. Not for a moment
+    was I alone. When he was not beside me in the canoe,
+    P&egrave;re Allouez became my companion, and at night a
+    guard kept vigilant eye upon my tent. Twice I ventured
+    to test this fact, only to be halted, and turned
+    back within three yards of the entrance. Very polite
+    the soldier was, with explanation of danger from
+    prowling beasts, and the strictness of his order. At
+    first such restraint angered me, but on second thought
+    I did not greatly care, humiliating though it was; yet
+    the protection thus afforded was not altogether unwelcome,
+    and was in itself evidence of Cassion&rsquo;s determination
+    to conquer me.</p>
+  <p>Nor was the journey lacking in interest or adventure.
+    Never shall I forget the charm of those days
+    and nights, amid which we made slow and toilsome
+    passage through the desolate wilderness, ever gaining
+    new leagues to the westward. Only twice in weeks
+    did we encounter human beings&ndash;&ndash;once a camp of
+    Indians on the shore of a lake, and once a Capuchin
+    monk, alone but for a single <i>voyageur</i>, as companion,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_166"></a>166</span>
+    passed us upon the river. He would have paused to
+    exchange words, but at sight of P&egrave;re Allouez&rsquo;s black
+    robe, he gave swift command to his <i>engag&eacute;</i>, and the
+    two disappeared as though fleeing from the devil.
+  </p>
+  <p>But what visions of beauty, and sublimity, were
+    those that swept constantly past us as we thus advanced
+    into the wild depths of the woods. No two views were
+    ever alike, and every curve in the river bank brought
+    a fresh vista. I never tired of the vast, silent forests
+    that seemed to shut us in, nor of the dancing silver of
+    the swift water under our keel, nor of the great rocky
+    bluffs under whose grim shadows we found passage.
+    To me the hardships even were enjoyable: the clambering
+    over rough portages, the occasional mishap, the
+    coarse fare, the nights I was compelled to pass in the
+    canoe, these only served to give added zest to the great
+    adventure, to make real the unusual experiences I was
+    passing through.</p>
+  <p>I was scarce more than a girl, young, strong, little
+    accustomed to luxury, and my heart responded to the
+    exhilaration of constant change, and the thrill of peril.
+    And when, at last, we made the long portage, tramping
+    through the dark forest aisles, bearing on our
+    shoulders heavy loads, scarcely able to see the sun
+    even at midday through the leafy screen of leaves, and
+    came forth at twilight on the shores of the mighty
+    lake, no words can express the raptures with which
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_167"></a>167</span>
+    I stood and gazed across that expanse of heaving, restless
+    water. The men launched their canoes upon the
+    surface, and made camp in the edge of the forest, but
+    I could not move, could not restrain my eyes, until
+    darkness descended and left all before me a void.
+  </p>
+  <p>Never had I gazed upon so vast a spectacle, so somber
+    in the dull gray light, stretching afar to the horizon,
+    its wild, desolate silence adding to its awful
+    majesty. Even when darkness enshrouded it all, the
+    memory haunted me, and I could but think and dream,
+    frightened and awed in presence of that stupendous
+    waste of waters. The soldiers sang about their fires,
+    and Cassion sought me with what he meant to be
+    courteous words, but I was in no spirit to be amused.
+    For hours I lay alone, listening to the dull roar of
+    waves along the shore, and the wind in the trees.
+    De Artigny, and his party, camped just beyond us,
+    across the mouth of a narrow stream, but I saw nothing
+    of him, nor do I believe I gave his presence a
+    thought.</p>
+  <p>It was scarcely more than daybreak when we broke
+    camp, and headed our canoes out into the lake. With
+    the dawn, and the glint of sunlight over the waters,
+    much of my dread departed, and I could appreciate
+    the wild song of delight with which our Indian paddlers
+    bent to their work. The sharp-prowed canoes
+    swept through the waters swiftly, no longer battling
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_168"></a>168</span>
+    against a current, and the shore line ever in view was
+    fascinating in its green foliage. We kept close to the
+    northern shore, and soon found passage amid numerous
+    islands, forest covered, but with high, rocky outlines.
+  </p>
+  <p>Of life there was no sign, and the silence of the vast
+    primeval wilderness surrounding us rested heavily
+    upon me. Whether this same sense of loneliness and
+    awe affected the others I cannot say&ndash;&ndash;yet the savage
+    song died away, and the soldiers sat motionless, while
+    the Indians plied their paddles noiselessly. Cassion
+    even restrained his garrulous tongue, and when I
+    glanced at him in some surprise, he was intent on
+    the shores of a passing island, forgetful of my presence.</p>
+  <p>For four days we coasted thus, never out of sight
+    of shore, and usually with islands between us and the
+    main body of water. In all that time we had no sign
+    of man&ndash;&ndash;not even a wisp of smoke, nor heard the
+    crack of distant rifle. About us extended loneliness
+    and desolation, great waters never still, vast forests
+    grim and somber, tall, menacing rocks, bright-colored
+    in the sun.</p>
+  <p>Once it rained, drenching us to the skin, and driving
+    us to shelter in an island cove. Once a sudden
+    storm swept the lake, and we barely made land in
+    time to save us from wreck, Chevet&rsquo;s canoe smashing
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_169"></a>169</span>
+    an ugly hole in its bow, and a soldier dislocating his
+    shoulder in the struggle. The accident held us for
+    some hours, and later, when once more afloat, retarded
+    progress.
+  </p>
+  <p>This misfortune served also to restore Monsieur
+    Cassion to his natural ill temper, and led to a quarrel
+    between himself and Chevet which might have ended
+    seriously had I not intervened. The incident, however,
+    left the Commissaire in ugly mood, and caused
+    him to play the bully over his men. To me he was
+    sullen, after an attempt at insolence, and sat glowering
+    across the water, meditating revenge.</p>
+  <p>At last we left the chain of islands behind, and one
+    morning struck out from the shore into the waste of
+    waters, the prows of the canoes turned westward, the
+    steersman guiding our course by the sun. For several
+    hours we were beyond view of land, with naught to
+    rest the eye upon save the gray sea, and then, when it
+    was nearly night, we reached the shore, and beached
+    our canoes at St. Ignace.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_170"></a>170</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XIV_AT_ST_IGNACE"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2>
+    <h3>AT ST. IGNACE</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>So much had been said of St. Ignace, and so long
+    had the name been familiar throughout New
+    France, that my first view of the place brought me
+    bitter disappointment. The faces of the others in
+    our party pictured the same disillusion.</p>
+  <p>Hugo Chevet had been in these parts before on fur-trading
+    expeditions, and &rsquo;twas probable that De
+    Artigny had stopped there on one of his voyages with
+    La Salle. But to all the others the place had been
+    merely a name, and our imagination had invested it
+    with an importance scarcely justified by what we saw
+    as our canoes drew in toward the beach.</p>
+  <p>The miserable little village was upon a point of land,
+    originally covered with heavy growth of forest. A
+    bit of this had been rudely cut, the rotting stumps still
+    standing, and from the timber a dozen rough log
+    houses had been constructed facing the lake. A few
+    rods back, on slightly higher land, was a log chapel,
+    and a house, somewhat more pretentious than the
+    others, in which the priests lodged. The whole aspect
+    of the place was peculiarly desolate and depressing,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_171"></a>171</span>
+    facing that vast waste of water, the black forest
+    shadows behind, and those rotting stumps in the foreground.
+  </p>
+  <p>Nor was our welcome one to make the heart rejoice.
+    Scarce a dozen persons gathered at the beach to aid us
+    in making landing, rough <i>engag&eacute;s</i> mostly, and not
+    among them all a face familiar. It was only later,
+    when two priests from the mission came hurrying forward,
+    that we were greeted by cordial speech. These
+    invited a few of us to become guests at the mission
+    house, and assigned the remainder of our party to
+    vacant huts.</p>
+  <p>Cassion, Chevet, and P&egrave;re Allouez accompanied me
+    as I walked beside a young priest up the beaten path,
+    but De Artigny was left behind with the men. I overheard
+    Cassion order him to remain, but he added some
+    word in lower voice, which brought a flush of anger
+    into the younger man&rsquo;s face, although he merely turned
+    on his heel without reply.</p>
+  <p>The young Jesuit beside me&ndash;&ndash;a pale-faced, delicate
+    appearing man, almost emaciated in his long black
+    robe&ndash;&ndash;scarcely breathed a word as we climbed the
+    rather steep ascent, but at the door of the mission
+    house paused gravely, and directed our attention to
+    the scene unrolled behind. It was indeed a vista of
+    surpassing beauty, for from this point we could perceive
+    the distant curve of the shore, shadowed by dark
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_172"></a>172</span>
+    forests, while the lake itself, silvered by the setting
+    sun stretched afar to the horizon, unbroken in its
+    immensity except for an island lifting its rock front
+    leagues away.
+  </p>
+  <p>So greatly was I impressed with the view, that after
+    we had been shown into the bare room of the mission,
+    where scarcely a comfort was to be seen, I crossed to
+    the one window, and stood there staring out, watching
+    the light fade across those leagues of water, until the
+    purple twilight descended like a veil of mist. Yet I
+    heard the questions and answers, and learned that
+    nearly all the inhabitants were away on various expeditions
+    into the wilderness, none remaining except the
+    two priests in charge of the mission, and the few
+    <i>engag&eacute;s</i> necessary for their work. Only a few days
+    before five priests had departed to establish a mission
+    at Green Bay, and visit the Indian villages beyond.
+  </p>
+  <p>The young Jesuit spoke freely when once convinced
+    that our party journeyed to the Illinois country, and
+    was antagonistic to La Salle, who had shown small
+    liking for his Order. The presence of P&egrave;re Allouez
+    overcame his first suspicion at recognition of De
+    Artigny, and he gave free vent to his dislike of the
+    Recollets, and the policy of those adventurous Frenchmen
+    who had dared oppose the Jesuits.</p>
+  <p>He produced a newly drawn map of the great lake
+    we were to traverse, and the men studied it anxiously
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_173"></a>173</span>
+    while the two priests and the <i>engag&eacute;</i> prepared a simple
+    meal. For the moment I was forgotten, and left
+    alone on a rude bench beside the great fireplace, to listen
+    to their discussion, and think my own thoughts.
+  </p>
+  <p>We remained at St. Ignace three days, busily
+    engaged in repairing our canoes, and rendering them
+    fit for the long voyage yet before us. From this point
+    we were to venture on treacherous waters, as yet
+    scarcely explored, the shores inhabited by savage,
+    unknown tribes, with not a white man in all the long
+    distance from Green Bay to the Chicago portage.
+    Once I got out the map, and traced the distance, feeling
+    sick at heart as I thus realized more clearly the
+    weary journey.</p>
+  <p>Those were dull, lonely days I passed in the desolate
+    mission house, while the others were busy at their
+    various tasks. Only at night time, or as they straggled
+    in, to their meals, did I see anyone but P&egrave;re Allouez,
+    who was always close at hand, a silent shadow from
+    whose presence I could not escape. I visited the
+    priest&rsquo;s garden, climbed the rocks overlooking the
+    water, and even ventured into the dark forest, but he
+    was ever beside me, suave but insistent on doing his
+    master&rsquo;s will. The only glimpse I had of De Artigny
+    was at a distance, for not once did he approach the
+    mission house. So I was glad enough when the canoes
+    were ready, and all preparations made for departure.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_174"></a>174</span></div>
+  <p>Yet we were not destined to escape thus easily from
+    St. Ignace. Of what occurred I must write as it happened
+    to me then, and not as its full significance became
+    later clear to my understanding. It was after nightfall
+    when Cassion returned to the mission house. The
+    lights were burning on the table, and the three priests
+    were rather impatiently waiting their evening meal,
+    occasionally exchanging brief sentences, or peering out
+    through the open window toward the dark water.</p>
+  <p>As long as daylight lasted this had been my post of
+    observation, while watching the distant figures busily
+    engaged in reloading the canoes for the morrow&rsquo;s
+    journey. They were like so many ants, running across
+    the brown sands, both soldiers and Indians stripped to
+    the waist, apparently eager enough to complete their
+    task. Occasionally the echo of a song reached my
+    ears, and the distance was not so great but that I could
+    distinguish individuals. Cassion sat upon a log directing
+    operations, not even rising to lend a hand, but
+    Chevet gave his great strength freely.</p>
+  <p>De Artigny was back among the huts, in charge of
+    that end of the line, no doubt, and it was only occasionally
+    I gained glimpse of his presence. An Indian
+    canoe came ashore just before sundown, and our men
+    knocked off work to cluster about and examine its
+    cargo of furs. Angered by the delay Cassion strode
+    in among them, and, with bitter words and a blow or
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_175"></a>175</span>
+    two, drove them back to their task. The loss of time
+    was not great, yet they were still busily engaged when
+    darkness shut out the scene.
+  </p>
+  <p>Cassion came in alone, yet I observed nothing
+    strange about his appearance, except that he failed to
+    greet me with the usual attempt at gallantry, although
+    his sharp eyes swept our faces, as he closed the door,
+    and stared about the room.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What! not eaten yet?&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;I anticipated
+    my fate to be a lonely meal, for the rascals
+    worked like snails, and I would not leave them rest
+    until all was finished. Faith, the odor is appetizing,
+    and I am hungry as a bear.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The younger priest waved his hand to the <i>engag&eacute;</i>,
+    yet asked softly:</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur Chevet&ndash;&ndash;he is delayed also?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He will sup with his men tonight,&rdquo; returned Cassion
+    shortly, seating himself on the bench. &ldquo;The
+    sergeant keeps guard of the canoes, and Chevet will be
+    useful with those off duty.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The man ate as though nearly famished, his ready
+    tongue unusually silent, and at the conclusion of the
+    meal, appeared so fatigued, that I made early excuse
+    to withdraw so he might rest in comfort, climbing the
+    ladder in one corner to my own bed beneath the eaves.
+    This apartment, whose only advantage was privacy,
+    was no more than a narrow space between the sloping
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_176"></a>176</span>
+    rafters of the roof, unfurnished, but with a small window
+    in the end, closed by a wooden shutter. A partition
+    of axe-hewn planks divided this attic into two
+    compartments, thus composing the priests&rsquo; sleeping
+    chambers. While I was there they both occupied the
+    one to the south, Cassion, Chevet, and P&egrave;re Allouez
+    resting in the main room below.
+  </p>
+  <p>As I lowered the trap in the floor, shutting out the
+    murmur of voices, I was conscious of no desire to
+    sleep, my mind busily occupied with possibilities of
+    the morrow. I opened the window, and seated myself
+    on the floor, gazing out at the night. Below extended
+    the priests&rsquo; garden, and beyond the dark gloom of forest
+    depths. A quarter moon peeped through cloud
+    rifts, and revealed in spectral light the familiar objects.
+    It was a calm, peaceful scene, yet ghostly in the silvery
+    gleam and silence&ndash;&ndash;the stumps of half-burned trees
+    assuming grotesque forms, and the wind tossing
+    branches as though by some demon hand. Yet in my
+    restless mood that outside world called me and I leaned
+    forth to see if it was possible to descend.</p>
+  <p>The way of egress was easy&ndash;&ndash;a mere step to the
+    flat roof of the kitchen, the dovetailed logs of which
+    afforded a ladder to the ground. I had no object in
+    such adventure, but a restless impulse urged me, and,
+    almost before I realized my action, I was upon the
+    ground. Avoiding the gleam of light which streamed
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_177"></a>177</span>
+    from the open window of the room below, I crossed
+    the garden, and reached the path leading downward to
+    the shore. From this point I could perceive the wide
+    sweep of water, showing silvery in the dim moonlight,
+    and detect the darker rim of the land. There was fire
+    on the point below the huts, and its red glare afforded
+    glimpses of the canoes&ndash;&ndash;mere blurred outlines&ndash;&ndash;and
+    occasionally the figure of a man, only recognizable as
+    he moved.
+  </p>
+  <p>I was still staring at this dim picture when some
+    noise, other than the wind, startled me, and I drew
+    silently back behind a great stump to avoid discovery.
+    My thought was that someone had left the mission
+    house&ndash;&ndash;Cassion perhaps with final orders to those
+    on the beach&ndash;&ndash;but a moment later I realized my mistake,
+    yet only crouched lower in the shadow&ndash;&ndash;a man
+    was advancing from the black concealment of the
+    woods, and crossing the open space.</p>
+  <p>He moved cautiously, yet boldly enough, and his
+    movements were not those of an Indian, although the
+    low bushes between us and the house shadow, prevented
+    my distinguishing more than his mere outline.
+    It was only when he lifted his head into the gleam of
+    light, and took hasty survey through the window of
+    the scene within, that I recognized the face of De
+    Artigny. He lingered scarcely a moment, evidently
+    satisfied with what he saw, and then drew silently back,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_178"></a>178</span>
+    hesitating a brief space, as though debating his next
+    movement.
+  </p>
+  <p>I waited breathless, wondering what his purpose
+    could be, half inclined to intercept and question him.
+    Was he seeking to serve my cause? to learn the truth
+    of my relationship with Cassion? or did he have some
+    other object, some personal feud in which he sought
+    revenge? The first thought sent the warm blood leaping
+    through my veins; the second left me shivering as
+    if with sudden chill.</p>
+  <p>Even as I stood, hesitating, uncertain, he turned,
+    and retraced his steps along the same path of his
+    approach, passing me not ten steps away, and vanishing
+    into the wood. I thought he paused at the edge,
+    and bent down, yet before I found voice, or determination
+    to stop him, he had disappeared. My courage
+    returned, spurred by curiosity. Why should he take
+    so roundabout a way to reach the shore? What was
+    that black, shapeless thing he had paused to examine?
+    I could see something there, dark and motionless,
+    though to my eyes no more than a shadow.</p>
+  <p>I ventured toward it, creeping behind the bushes
+    bordering the path, conscious of an odd fear as I drew
+    closer. Yet it was not until I emerged from the fringe
+    of shrubbery that even the faintest conception of what
+    the object I saw was occurred to me. Then I stopped,
+    frozen by horror, for I confronted a dead body.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_179"></a>179</span></div>
+  <p>For an instant I could not utter a sound, or move a
+    muscle of my body. My hands clung convulsively to
+    a nearby branch, thus supporting me erect in spite of
+    trembling limbs, and I stared at the grewsome object,
+    black and almost shapeless in the moonlight. Only
+    part of the trunk was revealed, the lower portion concealed
+    by bushes, yet I could no longer doubt it was
+    a man&rsquo;s body&ndash;&ndash;a large, heavily built man, his hat
+    still crushed on his head, but with face turned away.</p>
+  <p>What courage overcame my horror, and urged me
+    forward I cannot tell; I seemed impelled by some
+    power not my own, a vague fear of recognition tugging
+    at my heart. I crept nearer, almost inch by inch,
+    trembling at every noise, dreading to discover the
+    truth. At last I could perceive the ghastly features&ndash;&ndash;the
+    dead man was Hugo Chevet.</p>
+  <p>I scarcely know why this discovery of his identity
+    brought back so suddenly my strength, and courage.
+    But it did; I was no longer afraid, no longer shrank
+    from contact with the corpse. I confess I felt no
+    special sorrow, no deep regret at the fate which had
+    overtaken him. Although he was my mother&rsquo;s
+    brother, yet his treatment of me had never been kind,
+    and there remained no memories to touch my heart.
+    Still his death was from treachery, murder, and every
+    instinct urged me to learn its cause, and who had been
+    guilty of the crime.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_180"></a>180</span></div>
+  <p>I nerved myself to the effort, and turned the body
+    sufficiently to enable me to discover the wound&ndash;&ndash;he
+    had been pierced by a knife from behind; had fallen,
+    no doubt, without uttering a cry, dead ere he struck the
+    ground. Then it was murder, foul murder, a blow
+    in the back. Why had the deed been done? What
+    spirit of revenge, of hatred, of fear, could have led to
+    such an act? I got again to my feet, staring about
+    through the weird moonlight, every nerve throbbing,
+    as I thought to grip the fact, and find its cause. Slowly
+    I drew back, shrinking in growing terror from the
+    corpse, until I was safely in the priest&rsquo;s garden. There
+    I paused irresolute, my dazed, benumbed brain beginning
+    to grasp the situation, and assert itself.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_181"></a>181</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XV_THE_MURDER_OF_CHEVET"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XV</h2>
+    <h3>THE MURDER OF CHEVET</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>Who had killed him? What should I do? These
+    were the two questions haunting my mind, and
+    becoming more and more insistent. The light still
+    burned in the mission house, and I could picture the
+    scene within&ndash;&ndash;the three priests reading, or talking
+    softly to each other, and Cassion asleep on his bench
+    in the corner, wearied with the day.</p>
+  <p>I could not understand, could not imagine a cause,
+    and yet the assassin must have been De Artigny. How
+    else could I account for his presence there in the night,
+    his efforts at concealment, his bending over the dead
+    body, and then hurrying away without sounding an
+    alarm. The evidence against the man seemed conclusive,
+    and yet I would not condemn. There might
+    be other reasons for his silence, for his secret presence,
+    and if I rushed into the house, proclaiming my discovery,
+    and confessing what I had seen, he would be
+    left without defense.</p>
+  <p>Perhaps it might be the very purpose of the real
+    murderer to thus cast suspicion on an innocent man,
+    and I would be the instrument. But who else could
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_182"></a>182</span>
+    be the murderer? That it could have been Cassion
+    never seriously occurred to me, but I ran over in my
+    mind the rough men of our party&ndash;&ndash;the soldiers, some
+    of them quarrelsome enough, and the Indians to whom
+    a treacherous blow was never unnatural. This must
+    have been the way it happened&ndash;&ndash;Chevet had made
+    some bitter enemy, for he was ever prodigal of angry
+    word and blow, and the fellow had followed him
+    through the night to strike him down from behind.
+    But why did De Artigny fail to sound an alarm when
+    he found the body? Why was he hiding about the
+    mission house, and peering in through the window?
+  </p>
+  <p>I sank my face in my hands, so dazed and bewildered
+    as to be incapable of thought&ndash;&ndash;yet I could not,
+    I would not believe him guilty of so foul a crime. It
+    was not possible, nor should he be accused through
+    any testimony from my lips. He could explain, he
+    must explain to me his part in this dreadful affair, but,
+    unless he confessed himself, I would never believe him
+    guilty. There was but one thing for me to do&ndash;&ndash;return
+    silently to my room, and wait. Perhaps he had already
+    descended to camp to alarm the men; if not the body
+    would be early discovered in the morning, and a few
+    hours delay could make no difference to Hugo Chevet.</p>
+  <p>The very decision was a relief, and yet it frightened
+    me. I felt almost like an accomplice, as though I also
+    was guilty of a crime by thus concealing my knowledge,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_183"></a>183</span>
+    and leaving that body to remain alone there in
+    the dark. Yet there was nothing else to do. Shrinking,
+    shuddering at every shadow, at every sound, my
+    nerves throbbing with agony, I managed to drag my
+    body up the logs, and in through the window. I was
+    safe there, but there was no banishing from memory
+    what I had seen&ndash;&ndash;what I knew lay yonder in the
+    wood shadow. I sank to the floor, clutching the sill,
+    my eyes staring through the moonlight. Once I
+    thought I saw a man&rsquo;s indistinct figure move across
+    an open space, and once I heard voices far away.
+  </p>
+  <p>The priests entered the room opposite mine, and I
+    could distinguish the murmur of their voices through
+    the thin partition. These became silent, and I prayed,
+    with head bowed on the window sill. I could not
+    leave that position, could not withdraw my eyes from
+    the scene without. The moon disappeared, the night
+    darkening; I could no longer perceive the line of forest
+    trees, and sitting thus I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.</p>
+  <p>I do not know that I was called, yet when I awoke
+    a faint light proclaiming the dawn was in the sky, and
+    sounds of activity reached my ears from the room
+    below. I felt tired and cramped from my unnatural
+    position, but hastened to join the others. The morning
+    meal was already on the table, and we ate as usual,
+    no one mentioning Chevet, thus proving the body had
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_184"></a>184</span>
+    not been discovered. I could scarcely choke the food
+    down, anticipating every instant the sounding of an
+    alarm. Cassion hurried, excited, no doubt, by the
+    prospect of getting away on our journey, but seemed
+    in excellent humor. Pushing back the box on which
+    he sat, he buckled his pistol belt, seized his hat, and
+    strode to the door.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We depart at once,&rdquo; he proclaimed briefly. &ldquo;So
+    I will leave you, here, to bring the lady.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>P&egrave;re Allouez, still busily engaged, murmured some
+    indistinct reply, and Cassion&rsquo;s eyes met mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You look pale, and weary this morning,&rdquo; he said.
+    &ldquo;Not fear of the voyage, I hope?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur,&rdquo; I managed to answer quietly. &ldquo;I
+    slept ill, but shall be better presently&ndash;&ndash;shall I bear
+    my blankets to the boats?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The <i>engag&eacute;</i> will see to that, only let there be as
+    little delay as possible. Ah! here comes a messenger
+    from below&ndash;&ndash;what is it, my man?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The fellow, one of the soldiers whose face I did not
+    recall, halted in the open door, gasping for breath, his
+    eyes roving about the room.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He is dead&ndash;&ndash;the big man,&rdquo; he stammered. &ldquo;He
+    is there by the woods.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The big man&ndash;&ndash;dead!&rdquo; Cassion drew back, as
+    though struck a blow. &ldquo;What big man? Who do
+    you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_185"></a>185</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;The one in the second canoe, Monsieur; the one
+    who roared.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Chevet? Hugo Chevet? What has happened to
+    him? Come, speak up, or I&rsquo;ll slit your tongue!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The man gulped, gripping the door with one hand,
+    the other pointing outward.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He is there, Monsieur, beyond the trail, at the
+    edge of the wood. I saw him with his face turned
+    up&ndash;&ndash;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! so white; I dare not touch him, but
+    there was blood, where a knife had entered his back.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>All were on their feet, their faces picturing the sudden
+    horror, yet Cassion was first to recover his wits,
+    and lead the way without. Grasping the soldier&rsquo;s arm,
+    and bidding him show where the body lay, he thrust
+    him through the door. I lingered behind shrinking
+    from being again compelled to view the sight of the
+    dead man, yet unable to keep entirely away. Cassion
+    stopped, looking down at the object on the grass, but
+    made no effort to touch it with his hands. The soldier
+    bent, and rolled the body over, and one of the priests
+    felt in the pockets of the jacket, bringing forth a paper
+    or two. Cassion took these, gripping them in his fingers,
+    his face appearing gray in the early light.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! the man has been murdered,&rdquo; he
+    exclaimed, &ldquo;a dastard blow in the back. Look about,
+    and see if you find a knife. Had he quarrel with anyone,
+    Moulin?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_186"></a>186</span></div>
+  <p>The soldier straightened up.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; I heard of none, though he was
+    often rough and harsh of tongue to the men. Ah! now
+    I recall, he had words with Sieur de Artigny on the
+    beach at dusk. I know not the cause, yet the younger
+    man left him angrily, and passed by where I stood,
+    with his hands clinched.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;De Artigny, hey!&rdquo; Cassion&rsquo;s voice had a ring of
+    pleasure in it. &ldquo;Ay! he is a hothead. Know you
+    where the young cock is now?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He, with the Chief, left an hour ago. Was it not
+    your order, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion made a swift gesture, but what it might
+    signify I could not determine, as his face was turned
+    away. A moment there was silence, as he shaded his
+    eyes, and peered out across the water.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;True, so I did,&rdquo; he said at last. &ldquo;They were to
+    depart before dawn. The villain is yonder&ndash;&ndash;see; well
+    off that farthest point, and &rsquo;tis too late to overtake him
+    now. <i>Sacre</i>! there is naught for us to do, that I see,
+    but to bury Hugo Chevet, and go our way&ndash;&ndash;the
+    King&rsquo;s business cannot wait.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>They brought the body into the mission house, and
+    laid it upon the bench. I did not look upon the ghastly
+    face, which the young priest had covered, but I sank
+    to my knees and prayed earnestly for the repose of his
+    soul. For a moment I felt in my heart a tenderness
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_187"></a>187</span>
+    for this rough, hard man who in the past had caused
+    me such suffering.
+  </p>
+  <p>Perchance he was not altogether to blame; his had
+    been a rough, hard life, and I had only brought him
+    care and trouble. So there were tears in my eyes as
+    I knelt beside him, although in secret my heart rejoiced
+    that De Artigny had gone, and would not be confronted
+    with his victim; for there was no longer
+    doubt in my mind of his guilt, for surely, had the man
+    been innocent, he would have sounded an alarm. It
+    was Cassion&rsquo;s hand which aroused me, and I glanced
+    up at his face through the tears clinging to my lashes.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What, crying!&rdquo; he exclaimed, in apparent surprise.
+    &ldquo;I never thought the man of such value to you
+    as to cause tears at his death.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He was of my blood,&rdquo; I answered soberly, rising
+    to my feet, &ldquo;and his murder most foul.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay! true enough, girl, and we will bring to book
+    the villain who did the deed. Yet we cannot remain
+    here to mourn, for I am on the King&rsquo;s service. Come,
+    we have lost time already, and the canoes wait.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You would go at once?&rdquo; I asked, startled at his
+    haste, &ldquo;without even waiting until he is buried?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And why not? To wait will cost us a day; nor,
+    so far as I can see, would it be of the slightest value to
+    Hugo Chevet. The priests here will attend to the ceremony,
+    and this handful of silver will buy him prayers.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_188"></a>188</span>
+    <i>Pouf</i>! he is dead, and that is all there is to it; so come
+    along, for I will wait here no longer.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>The man&rsquo;s actions, his manner, and words were
+    heartless. For an instant I stood in revolt, ready to
+    defy openly, an angry retort on my lips; yet before I
+    found speech, P&egrave;re Allouez rested his hand on my
+    shoulder.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis best, my child,&rdquo; he said softly. &ldquo;We can
+    no longer serve the dead by remaining here, and there
+    are long leagues before us. In the boat your prayers
+    will reach the good God just as surely as though you
+    knelt here beside this poor body. &rsquo;Tis best we go.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I permitted him to lead me out through the door,
+    and we followed Cassion down the steep path to the
+    shore. The latter seemed to have forgotten all else
+    save our embarkation, and hurried the soldier off on
+    a run to get the boats in the water. The <i>p&egrave;re</i> held to
+    my arm, and I was conscious of his voice continually
+    speaking, although I knew nothing of what he said.
+    I was incapable of thinking, two visions haunting me&ndash;&ndash;the
+    body of Hugo Chevet outstretched on the bench
+    in the mission house, and Rene de Artigny far away
+    yonder on the water. Why had it happened? What
+    could ever excuse a crime like this?</p>
+  <p>On the beach all was in readiness for departure, and
+    it was evident enough that Moulin had already spread
+    the news of Chevet&rsquo;s murder among his comrades.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_189"></a>189</span>
+    Cassion, however, permitted the fellows little time for
+    discussion, for at his sharp orders they took their
+    places in the canoes, and pushed off. The priest was
+    obliged to assume Chevet&rsquo;s former position, and I
+    would gladly have accompanied him, but Cassion suddenly
+    gripped me in his arms, and without so much as
+    a word, waded out through the surf, and put me down
+    in his boat, clambering in himself, and shouting his
+    orders to the paddlers.
+  </p>
+  <p>I think we were all of us glad enough to get away.
+    I know I sat silent, and motionless, just where he
+    placed me, and stared back across the widening water
+    at the desolate, dismal scene. How lonely, and heart-sickening
+    it was, those few log houses against the hill,
+    the blackened stumps littering the hillside, and the
+    gloomy forest beyond. The figures of a few men were
+    visible along the beach, and once I saw a black-robed
+    priest emerge from the door of the mission house, and
+    start down the steep path.</p>
+  <p>The picture slowly faded as we advanced, until
+    finally the last glimpse of the log chapel disappeared in
+    the haze, and we were alone on the mystery of the
+    great lake, gliding along a bare, uninhabited shore. I
+    was aroused by the touch of Cassion&rsquo;s hand on my
+    own as it grasped the side of the canoe.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Adele,&rdquo; he said, almost tenderly. &ldquo;Why should
+    you be so serious? Cannot we be friends?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_190"></a>190</span></div>
+  <p>My eyes met his in surprise.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Friends, Monsieur! Are we not? Why do you
+    address me like that?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Because you treat me as though I were a criminal,&rdquo;
+    he said earnestly. &ldquo;As if I had done you an evil in
+    making you my wife. &rsquo;Twas not I who hastened the
+    matter, but La Barre. &rsquo;Tis not just to condemn me
+    unheard, yet I have been patient and kind. I thought
+    it might be that you loved another&ndash;&ndash;in truth I
+    imagined that De Artigny had cast his spell upon you;
+    yet you surely cannot continue to trust that villain&ndash;&ndash;the
+    murderer of your uncle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How know you that to be true?&rdquo; I asked.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Because there is no other accounting for it,&rdquo; he
+    explained sternly. &ldquo;The quarrel last evening, the
+    early departure before dawn&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;At your orders, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, but the sergeant tells me the fellow was
+    absent from the camp for two hours during the night;
+    that in the moonlight he saw him come down the hill.
+    Even if he did not do the deed himself, he must have
+    discovered the body&ndash;&ndash;yet he voiced no alarm.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I was silent, and my eyes fell from his face to the
+    green water.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be hard to explain,&rdquo; he went on. &ldquo;But he
+    shall have a chance.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A chance! You will question him; and then&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_191"></a>191</span></div>
+  <p>He hesitated whether to answer me, but there was
+    a cruel smile on his thin lips.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Faith, I do not know. &rsquo;Tis like to be a court-martial
+    at the Rock, if ever we get him there; though
+    the chances are the fellow will take to the woods when
+    he finds himself suspected. No doubt the best thing
+    I can do will be to say nothing until we hold him safe,
+    though &rsquo;tis hard to pretend with such a villain.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He paused, as if hoping I might speak, and my
+    silence angered him.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bah, if I had my way the young cockerel would
+    face a file at our first camp. Ay! and it will be for
+    you to decide if he does not.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What is your meaning, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That I am tired of your play-acting; of your making
+    eyes at this forest dandy behind my back. <i>Sang
+      Dieu</i>! I am done with all this&ndash;&ndash;do you hear?&ndash;&ndash;and
+    I have a grip now which will make you think twice,
+    my dear, before you work any more sly tricks on me.
+    <i>Sacre</i>, you think me easy, hey? I have in my hand
+    so,&rdquo; and he opened and closed his fingers suggestively,
+    &ldquo;the life of the lad.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_192"></a>192</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XVI_MY_PLEDGE_SAVES_DE_ARTIGNY"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2>
+    <h3>MY PLEDGE SAVES DE ARTIGNY</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>I had one glimpse of his face as he leaned forward,
+    and there was a look in it which made me
+    shudder, and turn away. His was no idle threat, and
+    whether the man truly loved me or not, his hatred of
+    De Artigny was sufficient for any cruelty.</p>
+  <p>I realized the danger, the necessity for compromise,
+    and yet for the moment I lacked power to speak, to
+    question, fearful lest his demands would be greater
+    than I could grant. I had no thought of what I saw,
+    and still that which my eyes rested upon remains pictured
+    on my brain, the sparkle of sun on the water, the
+    distant green of the shore, the soldiers huddled in the
+    canoe, the dark shining bodies of the Indians ceaselessly
+    plying the paddles, and beyond us, to the left,
+    another canoe, cleaving the water swiftly, with P&egrave;re
+    Allouez&rsquo; face turned toward us, as though he sought
+    to guess our conversation. I was aroused by the grip
+    of Cassion&rsquo;s hand.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Well, my beauty,&rdquo; he said harshly, &ldquo;haven&rsquo;t
+    I waited long enough to learn if it is war or peace
+    between us?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_193"></a>193</span></div>
+  <p>I laughed, yet I doubt if he gained any comfort from
+    the expression of the eyes which met his.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Why I choose peace, of course, Monsieur,&rdquo; I
+    answered, assuming a carelessness I was far from
+    feeling. &ldquo;Am I not your wife? Surely you remind
+    me of it often enough, so I am not likely to forget; but
+    I resent the insult of your words, nor will you ever
+    win favor from me by such methods. I have been
+    friendly with Sieur de Artigny, it is true, but there is
+    nothing more between us. Indeed no word has passed
+    my lips in his presence I would not be willing for
+    you to hear. So there is no cause for you to spare him
+    on my account, or rest his fate on any action of
+    mine.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You will have naught to do with the fellow?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There would be small chance if I wished, Monsieur;
+    and do you suppose I would seek companionship
+    with one who had killed my uncle?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twould scarce seem so, yet I know not what you
+    believe.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nor do I myself; yet the evidence is all against the
+    man thus far. I confess I should like to hear his
+    defense, but I make you this pledge in all honor&ndash;&ndash;I
+    will have no word with him, on condition that you file
+    no charges until we arrive at Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; suspiciously, &ldquo;you think he has friends
+    there to hold him innocent.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_194"></a>194</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Why should I, Monsieur? Indeed, why should I
+    care but to have justice done? I do not wish his blood
+    on your hands, or to imagine that he is condemned
+    because of his friendship for me rather than any other
+    crime. I know not what friends the man has at the
+    Rock on the Illinois. He was of La Salle&rsquo;s party, and
+    they are no longer in control. La Barre said that
+    De Baugis commanded that post, and for all I know
+    De Tonty and all his men may have departed.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not altogether true, and for that reason we
+    are ordered to join the company. De Baugis has the
+    right of it under commission from La Barre, but does
+    not possess sufficient soldiers to exercise authority.
+    La Salle&rsquo;s men remain loyal to De Tonty, and the
+    Indian tribes look to him for leadership. <i>Mon Dieu</i>!
+    it was reported in Quebec that twelve thousand savages
+    were living about the fort&ndash;&ndash;ay! and De Artigny said
+    he doubted it not, for the meadows were covered with
+    tepees&ndash;&ndash;so De Baugis has small chance to rule until
+    he has force behind him. They say this De Tonty is
+    of a fighting breed&ndash;&ndash;the savages call him the man with
+    the iron hand&ndash;&ndash;and so the two rule between them, the
+    one for La Barre, and the other for La Salle, and we
+    go to give the Governor&rsquo;s man more power.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You have sufficient force?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Unless the Indians become hostile; besides there
+    is to be an overland party later to join us in the spring,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_195"></a>195</span>
+    and Sieur de la Durantaye, of the regiment of
+    Carignan-Salliers is at the Chicago portage. This I
+    learned at St. Ignace.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then it would seem to me, Monsieur, that you
+    could safely wait the trial of De Artigny until our
+    arrival at the fort. If he does not feel himself suspected,
+    he will make no effort to escape, and I give
+    you the pledge you ask.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>It was not altogether graciously that he agreed to
+    this, yet the man could not refuse, and I was glad
+    enough to escape thus easily, for it was my fear that
+    he might insist on my yielding much more to preserve
+    De Artigny from immediate condemnation and death.
+    The fellow had the power, and the inclination, and
+    what good fortune saved me, I can never know. I
+    think he felt a certain fear of me, a doubt of how far
+    he might presume on my good nature.</p>
+  <p>Certainly I gave him small encouragement to venture
+    further, and yet had he done so I would have been
+    at my wit&rsquo;s end. Twice the words were upon his lips&ndash;&ndash;a
+    demand that I yield to his mastery&ndash;&ndash;but he must
+    have read in my eyes a defiance he feared to front, for
+    they were not uttered. &rsquo;Twas that he might have this
+    very talk that he had found me place alone in his canoe,
+    and I would have respected him more had he dared to
+    carry out his desire. The coward in the man was too
+    apparent, and yet that very cowardice was proof of
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_196"></a>196</span>
+    treachery. What he hesitated to claim boldly he would
+    attain otherwise if he could. I could place no confidence
+    in his word, nor reliance upon his honor.
+  </p>
+  <p>However nothing occurred to give Cassion opportunity,
+    nor to tempt me to violate my own pledge. We
+    proceeded steadily upon our course, aided by fair
+    weather, and quiet waters for several days. So peaceful
+    were our surroundings that my awe and fear of the
+    vast lake on which we floated passed away, and I began
+    to appreciate its beauty, and love those changing vistas,
+    which opened constantly to our advance.</p>
+  <p>We followed the coast line, seldom venturing beyond
+    sight of land, except as we cut across from point to
+    point; and fair as the wooded shore appeared, its loneliness,
+    and the desolation of the great waters began, at
+    last, to affect our spirits. The men no longer sang at
+    their work, and I could see the depression in their
+    eyes as they stared about across ceaseless waves to the
+    dim horizon.</p>
+  <p>Day after day it was the same dull monotony,
+    crouched in the narrow canoe, watching the movements
+    of the paddlers, and staring about at endless
+    sea and sky, with distant glimpse of wilderness. We
+    lost interest in conversation, in each other, and I lay
+    for hours with eyes closed to the glare of the sun,
+    feeling no desire save to be left alone. Yet there were
+    scenes of surpassing beauty unrolled before us at sunrise
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_197"></a>197</span>
+    and sunset, and when the great silvery moon
+    reflected its glory in the water.
+  </p>
+  <p>Had companionship been congenial no doubt every
+    league of that journey would have proven a joy to be
+    long remembered, but with Cassion beside me, ever
+    seeking some excuse to make me conscious of his purpose,
+    I found silence to be my most effective weapon
+    of defense. Twice I got away in P&egrave;re Allouez&rsquo; canoe,
+    and found pleasure in conversing, although I had no
+    confidence in the priest, and knew well that my absence
+    would anger Cassion.</p>
+  <p>Our camps occurred wherever night overtook us
+    and we found good landing place. Occasionally we
+    went ashore earlier, and the Indians hunted for wild
+    game, usually with success. In all these days and
+    nights I had no glimpse of De Artigny, nor of his
+    crew. It was not possible for me to question Cassion,
+    for to do so would have aroused his jealous suspicion;
+    but, as he never once referred to their continued absence,
+    I became convinced that it was his orders which
+    kept them ahead. No doubt it was best, as the men
+    soon forgot the tragedy of Hugo Chevet&rsquo;s death, and
+    after the first day I do not recall hearing the murder
+    discussed.</p>
+  <p>Such deeds were not uncommon, and Chevet had
+    made no friends to cherish his memory. If others
+    suspected De Artigny they felt little resentment or
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_198"></a>198</span>
+    desire to punish him&ndash;&ndash;and doubtless the men had
+    quarreled, and the fatal knife thrust been delivered in
+    fair fight. The result interested them only slightly,
+    and none regretted the loss of the man killed.
+  </p>
+  <p>We made no entrance into Green Bay, for there was
+    nothing there but a newly established mission station,
+    and perhaps a hunter&rsquo;s camp, scarcely worth our wasting
+    two days in seeking. Besides the night we made
+    camp at a spot marked on the map as Point de Tour,
+    we found waiting us there the advance canoe, and
+    both De Artigny and the chief counseled that our
+    course be south across the mouth of the bay. I sat
+    in my tent and watched them discuss the matter in the
+    red glow of a fire, but this was my only glimpse of
+    De Artigny, until he led the way the next morning.</p>
+  <p>Our voyage that day was a long one, and we were
+    often beyond view of land, although we skirted several
+    islands. The lake was stirred by a gentle breeze, yet
+    not enough to delay our passage, and the sky above
+    was cloudless. The Indian chief took the steering paddle
+    in one of our boats, relieving P&egrave;re Allouez, and
+    De Artigny guided us, his canoe a mere black speck
+    ahead. It was already dark when we finally attained
+    the rocky shore of Port de Morts.</p>
+  <p>When dawn came De Artigny and his crew had
+    departed by order of Cassion, but the chief remained
+    to take charge of the third canoe. The indifference
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_199"></a>199</span>
+    the younger man had shown to my presence hurt me
+    strangely&ndash;&ndash;he had made no effort to approach or
+    address me; indeed, so far as I was aware, had not so
+    much as glanced in my direction. Did he still resent
+    my words, or was it his consciousness of guilt, which
+    held him thus aloof?
+  </p>
+  <p>Not for a moment would I believe him wholly uninterested.
+    There had been that in his eyes I should
+    never forget, and so I persuaded myself that he thus
+    avoided me because he feared to anger Cassion. This
+    was not at all in accord with his nature as I understood
+    it, yet the explanation gave me a certain content, and
+    I could find no better. Thus we resumed our journey
+    southward along the shore, but with clouded skies
+    overhead, and the water about us dull and gray.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_200"></a>200</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XVII_THE_BREAK_OF_STORM"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2>
+    <h3>THE BREAK OF STORM</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>We had no more pleasant weather for days, the
+    skies being overcast and the wind damp and
+    chill. It did not rain, nor were the waves dangerous,
+    although choppy enough to make paddling tiresome
+    and difficult.</p>
+  <p>A mist obscured the view, and compelled us to cling
+    close to the shore so as to prevent becoming lost in the
+    smother, and as we dare not venture to strike out
+    boldly from point to point, we lost much time in creeping
+    along the curves.</p>
+  <p>The canoes kept closer together, never venturing to
+    become separated, and the men stationed on watch in
+    the bows continually called to each other across the
+    tossing waters in guidance. Even De Artigny kept
+    within sight, and made camp with us at night, although
+    he made no effort to seek me, nor did I once detect that
+    he even glanced in my direction. The studied indifference
+    of the man puzzled me more than it angered, but
+    I believed it was his consciousness of guilt, rather than
+    any dislike which caused his avoidance. In a way I
+    rejoiced at his following this course, as I felt bound
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_201"></a>201</span>
+    by my pledge to Cassion, and had no desire to further
+    arouse the jealousy of the latter, yet I remained a
+    woman, and consequently felt a measure of regret at
+    being thus neglected and ignored.
+  </p>
+  <p>However I had my reward, as this state of affairs
+    was plainly enough to Monsieur Cassion&rsquo;s liking, for
+    his humor changed for the better, in spite of our slow
+    progress, and I was pleased to note that his watchfulness
+    over my movements while ashore noticeably relaxed.
+    Once he ventured to speak a bold word or
+    two, inspired possibly by my effort to appear more
+    friendly, but I gave him small opportunity to become
+    offensive, for the raw, disagreeable atmosphere furnished
+    me with sufficient excuse to snuggle down
+    beneath blankets, and thus ignore his presence.</p>
+  <p>I passed most of those days thus hidden from sight,
+    only occasionally lifting my head to peer out at the
+    gray, desolate sea, or watch the dim, mist-shrouded
+    coast line. It was all of a color&ndash;&ndash;a gloomy, dismal
+    scene, the continuance of which left me homesick and
+    spiritless. Never have I felt more hopeless and alone.
+    It seemed useless to keep up the struggle; with every
+    league we penetrated deeper into the desolate wilderness,
+    and now I retained not even one friend on whom
+    I could rely.</p>
+  <p>As Cassion evidenced his sense of victory&ndash;&ndash;as I
+    read it in his laughing words, and the bold glance of
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_202"></a>202</span>
+    his eyes&ndash;&ndash;there came to me a knowledge of defeat,
+    which seemed to rob me of all strength and purpose.
+    I was not ready to yield yet; the man only angered me,
+    and yet I began dimly to comprehend that the end was
+    inevitable&ndash;&ndash;my courage was oozing away, and somewhere
+    in this lonely, friendless wilderness the moment
+    I dreaded would come, and I would have no power to
+    resist. More than once in my solitude, hidden beneath
+    the blankets, I wiped tears from my eyes as I sensed
+    the truth; yet he never knew, nor did I mean he
+    should.
+  </p>
+  <p>I had no knowledge of the date, nor a very clear
+    conception of where we were, although it must have
+    been either the fourth or fifth day since we left Port
+    du Morts. The night before, we had camped at the
+    mouth of a small stream, the surrounding forest growing
+    down close to the shore, and so thick as to be almost
+    impenetrable. The men had set up my tent so
+    close to the water the waves broke scarcely a foot away,
+    and the fire about which the others clustered for
+    warmth was but a few yards distant.</p>
+  <p>Wrapped in my blankets I saw De Artigny emerge
+    from the darkness, and approach Cassion, who drew a
+    map from his belt pocket, and spread it open on the
+    ground in the glare of the fire. The two men bent
+    over it, tracing the lines with finger tips, evidently determining
+    their course for the morrow. Then De
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_203"></a>203</span>
+    Artigny made a few notes on a scrap of paper, arose
+    to his feet, and disappeared.
+  </p>
+  <p>They had scarcely exchanged a word, and the feeling
+    of enmity between them was apparent. Cassion
+    sat quiet, the map still open, and stared after the
+    younger man until he vanished in the darkness. The
+    look upon his face was not a pleasant one.</p>
+  <p>Impelled by a sudden impulse I arose to my feet,
+    the blanket still draped about my shoulders, and crossed
+    the open space to the fire. Cassion, hearing the sound
+    of my approach, glanced around, his frown changing
+    instantly into a smile.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, quite an adventure this,&rdquo; he said, adopting a
+    tone of pleasantry. &ldquo;The first time you have left your
+    tent, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The first time I have felt desire to do so,&rdquo; I retorted.
+    &ldquo;I feel curiosity to examine your map.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And waited until I was alone; I appreciate the compliment,&rdquo;
+    and he removed his hat in mock gallantry.
+    &ldquo;There was a time when you would have come
+    earlier.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your sarcasm is quite uncalled for. You have my
+    pledge relative to the Sieur de Artigny, Monsieur,
+    which suffices. If you do not care to give me glimpse
+    of your map, I will retire again.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Pouf</i>! do not be so easily pricked, I spoke in jest.
+    Ay, look at the paper, but the tracing is so poor &rsquo;tis no
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_204"></a>204</span>
+    better than a guess where we are. Sit you down,
+    Madame, so the fire gives light, and I will show you
+    our position the best I can.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Did not De Artigny know?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He thinks he does, but his memory is not over
+    clear, as he was only over this course the once. &rsquo;Tis
+    here he has put the mark, while my guess would be a
+    few leagues beyond.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I bent over, my eyes seeking the points indicated. I
+    had seen the map before, yet it told me little, for I
+    was unaccustomed to such study, and the few points,
+    and streams named had no real meaning to my mind.
+    The only familiar term was Chicagou Portage, and I
+    pointed to it with my fingers.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Is it there we leave the lake, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay; the rest will be river work. You see this
+    stream? &rsquo;Tis called the Des Plaines, and leads into
+    the Illinois. De Artigny says it is two miles inland,
+    across a flat country. &rsquo;Twas P&egrave;re Marquette who
+    passed this way first, but since then many have
+    traversed it. &rsquo;Tis like to take us two days to make
+    the portage.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And way up here is Port du Morts, where we
+    crossed the opening into Green Bay, and we have come
+    since all this distance. Surely &rsquo;tis not far along the
+    shore now to the portage?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>, who knows! It looks but a step on the
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_205"></a>205</span>
+    map, yet &rsquo;tis not likely the distance has ever been
+    measured.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What said the Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bah! the Sieur de Artigny; ever it is the Sieur de
+    Artigny. &rsquo;Tis little he knows about it in my judgment.
+    He would have it thirty leagues yet, but I make
+    it we are ten leagues to the south of where he puts us.
+    What, are you going already? Faith, I had hopes you
+    might tarry here a while yet, and hold converse with
+    me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I paused, in no way tempted, yet uncertain.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You had some word you wished to say, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There are words enough if you would listen.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no fault of yours if I do not. But not now,
+    Monsieur. It is late, and cold. We take the boats
+    early, and I would rest while I can.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He was on his feet, the map gripped in his hand,
+    but made no effort to stop me, as I dropped him a
+    curtsey, and retreated. But he was there still when I
+    glanced back from out the safety of the tent, his forehead
+    creased by a frown. When he finally turned
+    away the map was crushed shapeless in his fingers.</p>
+  <p>The morning dawned somewhat warmer, but with
+    every promise of a storm, threatening clouds hanging
+    above the water, sullen and menacing, their edges
+    tipped with lightning. The roar of distant thunder
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_206"></a>206</span>
+    came to our ears, yet there was no wind, and Cassion
+    decided that the clouds would drift southward, and
+    leave us safe passage along the shore. His canoe had
+    been wrenched in making landing the evening before,
+    and had taken in considerable water during the night.
+    This was bailed out, but the interior was so wet and
+    uncomfortable that I begged to be given place in
+    another boat, and Cassion consented, after I had exhibited
+    some temper, ordering a soldier in the sergeant&rsquo;s
+    canoe to exchange places with me.
+  </p>
+  <p>We were the last to depart from the mouth of the
+    stream where we had made night camp, and I took
+    more than usual interest, feeling oddly relieved to be
+    away from Cassion&rsquo;s presence for an entire day. The
+    man irritated me, insisting on a freedom of speech I
+    could not tolerate, thus keeping me constantly on defense,
+    never certain when his audacity would break
+    bounds. So this morning it was a relief to sit up, free
+    of my blanket, and watch the men get under way.</p>
+  <p>We may have proceeded for half a league, when a
+    fog swept in toward the land enveloping us in its folds,
+    although we were close enough to the shore so as to
+    keep safely together, the word being passed back down
+    the line, and as we drew nearer I became aware that
+    De Artigny&rsquo;s boat had turned about, and he was endeavoring
+    to induce Cassion to go ashore and make
+    camp before the storm broke. The latter, however,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_207"></a>207</span>
+    was obstinate, claiming we were close enough for
+    safety, and finally, in angry voice, insisted upon proceeding
+    on our course.
+  </p>
+  <p>De Artigny, evidently feeling argument useless,
+    made no reply, but I noticed he held back his paddlers,
+    and permitted Cassion&rsquo;s canoe to forge ahead. He
+    must have discovered that I was not with Monsieur,
+    for I saw him stare intently at each of the other canoes,
+    as though to make sure of my presence, shading his
+    eyes with one hand, as he peered through the thickening
+    mist. This action evidenced the first intimation I
+    had for days of his continued interest in my welfare,
+    and my heart throbbed with sudden pleasure.
+    Whether, or not, he felt some premonition of danger,
+    he certainly spoke words of instruction to his Indian
+    paddlers, and so manipulated his craft as to keep not
+    far distant, although slightly farther from shore, than
+    the canoe in which I sat.</p>
+  <p>Cassion had already vanished in the fog, which
+    swept thicker and thicker along the surface of the
+    water, the nearer boats becoming mere indistinct shadows.
+    Even within my own canoe the faces of those
+    about me appeared gray and blurred, as the damp vapor
+    swept over us in dense clouds. It was a ghastly scene,
+    rendered more awesome by the glare of lightning which
+    seemed to split the vapor, and the sound of thunder
+    reverberating from the surface of the lake.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_208"></a>208</span></div>
+  <p>The water, a ghastly, greenish gray, heaved beneath,
+    giving us little difficulty, yet terrifying in its suggestion
+    of sullen strength, and the shore line was barely discernible
+    to the left as we struggled forward. What
+    obstinacy compelled Cassion to keep us at the task I
+    know not&ndash;&ndash;perchance a dislike to yield to De
+    Artigny&rsquo;s advice&ndash;&ndash;but the sergeant swore to himself,
+    and turned the prow of our canoe inward, hugging
+    the shore as closely as he dared, his anxious eyes
+    searching every rift in the mist.</p>
+  <p>Yet, dark and drear as the day was, we had no true
+    warning of the approaching storm, for the vapor clinging
+    to the water concealed from our sight the clouds
+    above. When it came it burst upon us with mad
+    ferocity, the wind whirling to the north, and striking
+    us with all the force of three hundred miles of open
+    sea. The mist was swept away with that first fierce
+    gust, and we were struggling for life in a wild turmoil
+    of waters. I had but a glimpse of it&ndash;&ndash;a glimpse of
+    wild, raging sea; of black, scurrying clouds, so close
+    above I could almost reach out and touch them; of
+    dimly revealed canoes flung about like chips, driving
+    before the blast.</p>
+  <p>Our own was hurled forward like an arrow, the
+    Indian paddlers working like mad to keep stern to
+    the wind, their long hair whipping about. The soldiers
+    crouched in the bottom, clinging grimly to any support,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_209"></a>209</span>
+    their white faces exhibiting the abasement of fear.
+    The sergeant alone spoke, yelling his orders, as he
+    wielded steering paddle, his hat blown from his head,
+    his face ghastly with sudden terror. It was but the
+    glimpse of an instant; then a paddle broke, the canoe
+    swung sideways, balanced on the crest of a wave and
+    went over.
+  </p>
+  <p>I was conscious of cries, shrill, instantly smothered,
+    and then I sank, struggling hard to keep above water,
+    yet borne down by the weight of the canoe. I came up
+    again, choking and half strangled, and sought to grip
+    the boat as it whirled past. My fingers found nothing
+    to cling to, slipping along the wet keel, until I went
+    down again, but this time holding my breath. My
+    water-soaked garments, and heavy shoes made swimming
+    almost impossible, yet I struggled to keep face
+    above water. Two men had reached the canoe, and
+    had somehow found hold. One of these was an Indian,
+    but they were already too far away to aid me, and in
+    another moment had vanished in the white crested
+    waves. Not another of our boat&rsquo;s crew was visible,
+    nor could I be sure of where the shore lay.</p>
+  <p>Twice I went down, waves breaking over me, and
+    flinging me about like a cork. Yet I was conscious,
+    though strangely dazed and hopeless. I struggled, but
+    more as if in a dream than in reality. Something
+    black, shapeless, seemed to sweep past me through the
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_210"></a>210</span>
+    water; it was borne high on a wave, and I flung up
+    my hands in protection; I felt myself gripped, lifted
+    partially, then the grasp failed, and I dropped back
+    into the churning water. The canoe, or whatever else
+    it was, was gone, swept remorselessly past by the raging
+    wind, but as I came up again to the surface a hand
+    clasped me, drew me close until I had grip on a broad
+    shoulder.
+  </p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_211"></a>211</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XVIII_ALONE_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2>
+    <h3>ALONE WITH DE ARTIGNY</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>Beyond this I knew nothing; with the coming
+    of help, the sense that I was no longer struggling
+    unaided for life in those treacherous waters, all
+    strength and consciousness left me. When I again
+    awoke, dazed, trembling, a strange blur before my
+    eyes, I was lying upon a sandy beach, with a cliff
+    towering above me, its crest tree-lined, and I could
+    hear the dash of waves breaking not far distant. I
+    endeavored to raise myself to look about, but sank
+    back helpless, fairly struggling for breath. An arm
+    lifted my head from the sand, and I stared into a face
+    bending above me, at first without recollection.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Lie still a moment,&rdquo; said a voice gently. &ldquo;You
+    will breathe easier shortly, and regain strength.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I knew my fingers closed on the man&rsquo;s hand convulsively,
+    but the water yet blinded my eyes. He must
+    have perceived this for he wiped my face with a cloth,
+    and it was then I perceived his face clearly, and
+    remembered.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The Sieur de Artigny!&rdquo; I exclaimed.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_212"></a>212</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Of course,&rdquo; he answered. &ldquo;Who else should it
+    be, Madame? Please do not regret my privilege.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your privilege; &rsquo;tis a strange word you choose,
+    Monsieur,&rdquo; I faltered, not yet having control of myself.
+    &ldquo;Surely I have granted none.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perchance not, as there was small chance,&rdquo; he
+    answered, evidently attempting to speak lightly. &ldquo;Nor
+    could I wait to ask your leave; yet surely I may esteem
+    it a privilege to bring you ashore alive.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It was you then who saved me? I scarcely understood,
+    Monsieur; I lost consciousness, and am dazed
+    in mind. You leaped into the water from the canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; there was no other course left me. My boat
+    was beyond yours, a few yards farther out in the lake,
+    when the storm struck. We were partially prepared,
+    for I felt assured there would be trouble.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You told Monsieur Cassion so,&rdquo; I interrupted, my
+    mind clearing. &ldquo;It was to bring him warning you
+    returned.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I urged him to land until we could be assured of
+    good weather. My Indians agreed with me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And he refused to listen; then you permitted your
+    canoe to fall behind; you endeavored to keep close to
+    the boat I was in&ndash;&ndash;was that not true, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He laughed, but very softly, and the grave look did
+    not desert his eyes.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You noted me then! Faith, I had no thought you
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_213"></a>213</span>
+    so much as glanced toward us. Well, and why should
+    I not? Is it not a man&rsquo;s duty to seek to guard your
+    safety in such an hour? Monsieur Cassion did not
+    realize the peril, for he knows naught of the treachery
+    of this lake, while I have witnessed its sudden storms
+    before, and learned to fear them. So I deemed it best
+    to be near at hand. For that you cannot chide me.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, no, Monsieur,&rdquo; and I managed to sit up, and
+    escape the pressure of his arm. &ldquo;To do that would
+    be the height of ingratitude. Surely I should have
+    died but for your help, yet I hardly know now what
+    occurred&ndash;&ndash;you sprang from the canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, when I found all else useless. Never did I
+    feel more deadly blast; no craft such as ours could
+    face it. We were to your left and rear when your
+    canoe capsized, and I bore down toward where you
+    struggled in the water. An Indian got grip upon you
+    as we swept by, but the craft dipped so that he let go,
+    and then I jumped, for we could never come back, and
+    that was the only chance. This is the whole story,
+    Madame, except that by God&rsquo;s help, I got you ashore.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I looked into his face, impressed by the seriousness
+    with which he spoke.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I&ndash;&ndash;I thank you, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, and held out
+    my hand. &ldquo;It was most gallant. Are we alone here?
+    Where are the others?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I do not know, Madame,&rdquo; he answered, his tone
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_214"></a>214</span>
+    now that of formal courtesy. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis but a short time
+    since we reached this spot, and the storm yet rages.
+    May I help you to stand, so you may perceive better
+    our situation.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>He lifted me to my feet, and I stood erect, my
+    clothes dripping wet, and my limbs trembling so that
+    I grasped his arm for support, and glanced anxiously
+    about. We were on a narrow sand beach, at the edge
+    of a small cove, so protected the waters were comparatively
+    calm, although the trees above bowed to the
+    blast, and out beyond the headland I could see huge
+    waves, whitened with foam, and perceive the clouds of
+    spray flung up by the rocks. It was a wild scene, the
+    roar of the breakers loud and continuous, and the black
+    clouds flying above with dizzy rapidity. All the horror
+    which I had just passed through seemed typified in the
+    scene, and I covered my face with my hands.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you think they&ndash;&ndash;they are all gone?&rdquo; I
+    asked, forcing the words from me.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Oh, no,&rdquo; he answered eagerly, and his hand
+    touched me. &ldquo;Do not give way to that thought. I
+    doubt if any in your canoe made shore, but the others
+    need not be in great danger. They could run before
+    the storm until they found some opening in the coast
+    line to yield protection. The sergeant was no <i>voyageur</i>,
+    and when one of the paddles broke he steered wrong.
+    With an Indian there you would have floated.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_215"></a>215</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then what can we do?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is naught that I see, but wait. Monsieur
+    Cassion will be blown south, but will return when the
+    storm subsides to seek you. No doubt he will think
+    you dead, yet will scarcely leave without search. See,
+    the sky grows lighter already, and the wind is less
+    fierce. It would be my thought to attain the woods
+    yonder, and build a fire to dry our clothes; the air
+    chills.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I looked where he pointed, up a narrow rift in the
+    rocks, yet scarcely felt strength or courage to attempt
+    the ascent. He must have read this in my face, and
+    seen my form shiver as the wind struck my wet garments,
+    for he made instant decision.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, I have a better thought than that, for you are
+    too weak to attempt the climb. Here, lie down,
+    Madame, and I will cover you with the sand. It is
+    warm and dry. Then I will clamber up yonder, and
+    fling wood down; &rsquo;twill be but a short time until we
+    have a cheerful blaze here.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I shook my head, but he would listen to no negative,
+    and so, at last, I yielded to his insistence, and he piled
+    the white sand over me until all but my face was covered.
+    To me the position was ridiculous enough, yet
+    I appreciated the warmth and protection, and he toiled
+    with enthusiasm, his tongue as busy as his hands in
+    effort to make me comfortable.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_216"></a>216</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the best thing possible; the warmth of your
+    body will dry your clothes. Ah, it is turning out a
+    worthy adventure, but will soon be over with. The
+    storm is done already, although the waves still beat
+    the shore fiercely. &rsquo;Tis my thought Monsieur Cassion
+    will be back along this way ere dusk, and a canoe can
+    scarce go past without being seen while daylight lasts,
+    and at night we will keep a fire. There, is that better?
+    You begin to feel warm?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then lie still, and do not worry. All will come
+    out right in a few hours more. Now I will go above,
+    and throw down some dry wood. I shall not be out of
+    sight more than a few minutes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>From where I lay, my head on a hummock of sand,
+    my body completely buried, I could watch him scale
+    the rocks, making use of the rift in the face of the
+    cliff, and finding no great difficulty. At the top he
+    looked back, waved his hand, and then disappeared
+    among the trees. All was silent about me, except for
+    the dash of distant waves, and the rustle of branches
+    far overhead. I gazed up at the sky, where the clouds
+    were thinning, giving glimpses of faintest blue, and
+    began to collect my own thoughts, and realize my
+    situation.</p>
+  <p>In spite of my promise to Cassion I was here alone
+    with De Artigny, helpless to escape his presence, or to
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_217"></a>217</span>
+    be indifferent for the service he had rendered me. Nor
+    had I slightest wish to escape. Even although it should
+    be proven that the man was the murderer of my uncle,
+    I could not break the influence he had over me, and
+    now, when it was not proven, I simply must struggle
+    to believe that he could be the perpetrator of the deed.
+    All that I seemed truly conscious of was a relief at
+    being free from the companionship of Cassion. I
+    wanted to be alone, relieved from his attentions, and
+    the fear of what he might attempt next. Beyond this
+    my mind did not go, for I felt weak from the struggle
+    in the water, and a mere desire to lie quiet and rest
+    took possession of all my faculties.
+  </p>
+  <p>De Artigny appeared at the edge of the cliff, and
+    called to reassure me of his presence. He had his
+    arms filled with broken bits of wood which were tossed
+    to the sand, and, a moment later, he descended the rift
+    in the wall, and paused beside me.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No sign of anyone up there,&rdquo; he said, and I felt
+    not regretfully. &ldquo;The canoes must have been blown
+    some distance down the coast.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Were you able to see far?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, several leagues, for we are upon a headland,
+    and there is a wide sweep of bay below. The shore
+    line is abrupt, and the waves still high. Indeed I saw
+    no spot in all that distance where a boat might make
+    safe landing. Are you becoming dry?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_218"></a>218</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am at least warm, and already feel much
+    stronger. Would it not be best, Monsieur, for us to
+    scale the cliff, and wait our rescuers there, where we
+    can keep lookout?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If you feel able to climb the rocks, although the
+    passage is not difficult. A boat might pass us by here
+    and never be seen, or know of our presence, unless we
+    keep up a fire.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I held out my hand to him, and he helped me to my
+    feet. The warmth of the sand while it had not entirely
+    dried my clothing, had given me fresh vigor, and I
+    stood erect, requiring no assistance. With this knowledge
+    a new assurance seemed to take possession of
+    me, and I looked about, and smiled.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am glad to know you can laugh,&rdquo; he said eagerly.
+    &ldquo;I have felt that our being thus shipwrecked together
+    was not altogether to your liking.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And why?&rdquo; I asked, pretending surprise. &ldquo;Being
+    shipwrecked, of course, could scarcely appeal to me,
+    but I am surely not ungrateful to you for saving my
+    life.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;As to that, I did no more than any man might be
+    expected to do,&rdquo; he protested. &ldquo;But you have avoided
+    me for weeks past, and it can scarcely be pleasant now
+    to be alone with me here.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Avoided you! Rather should I affirm it was your
+    own choice, Monsieur. If I recall aright I gave you
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_219"></a>219</span>
+    my confidence once, long ago on the Ottawa, and you
+    refused my request of assistance. Since then you have
+    scarcely been of our party.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>He hesitated, as though doubtful of what he had
+    best say.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It was never through indifference as to your welfare,&rdquo;
+    he answered at last, &ldquo;but obedience to orders.
+    I am but an employee on this expedition.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>My eyes met his.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Did Monsieur Cassion command that you keep in
+    advance?&rdquo; I asked, &ldquo;and make your night camps beyond
+    those of the main company?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Those were his special orders, for which I saw no
+    need, except possibly his desire to keep us separated.
+    Yet I did not know his reason, nor was it my privilege
+    to ask. Had Monsieur Cassion any occasion to distrust
+    me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I know not as to occasion, Monsieur, but he left
+    Quebec disliking you because of our conference there,
+    and some words La Barre spoke gave him fresh suspicion
+    that you and I were friends, and should be
+    watched. I do not altogether blame the man for he
+    learned early that I thought little of him, and held it
+    no honor to be his wife. Yet that distrust would have
+    died, no doubt, had it not been fanned into flame by
+    accident.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I was kept in his boat, and every instant guarded
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_220"></a>220</span>
+    by either himself, or P&egrave;re Allouez, his faithful servitor,
+    until long after we passed Montreal, and entered the
+    wilderness. That day I met you on the bluff was the
+    first opportunity I had found to be alone. Your crew
+    were beyond the rapids, and Cassion felt there could
+    be no danger in yielding me liberty, although, had the
+    <i>p&egrave;re</i> not been ill, &rsquo;tis doubtful if I had been permitted
+    to disappear alone.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But he knew naught of our meeting?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You mistake, Monsieur. Scarcely had you gone
+    when he appeared, and, by chance, noted your footprints,
+    and traced them to where you descended the
+    cliff. Of course he had no proof, and I admitted nothing,
+    yet he knew the truth, and sought to pledge me
+    not to speak with you again.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you made such pledge?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No; I permitted him to believe that I did, for
+    otherwise there would have been an open quarrel.
+    From then until now we have never met.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; he burst forth, &ldquo;but I have been oftentimes
+    nearer you than you thought. I could not forget what
+    you said to me at that last meeting, or the appeal you
+    made for my assistance. I realize the position you are
+    in, Madame, married by force to a man you despise, a
+    wife only in name, and endeavoring to protect yourself
+    by wit alone. I could not forget all this, nor be
+    indifferent. I have been in your camp at night&ndash;&ndash;ay,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_221"></a>221</span>
+    more than once&ndash;&ndash;dreaming I might be of some aid
+    to you, and to assure myself of your safety.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You have guarded me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;As best I could, without arousing the wrath of
+    Monsieur Cassion. You are not angry? it was but
+    the duty of a friend.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, I am not angry, Monsieur, yet it was not
+    needed. I do not fear Cassion, so long as I can protect
+    myself, for if he attempts evil it will find some
+    form of treachery. But, Monsieur, later I gave him
+    the pledge he asked.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The pledge! What pledge?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That I would neither meet, nor communicate with
+    you until our arrival at Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>My eyes fell before his earnest gaze, and I felt my
+    limbs tremble.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! Why? There was some special
+    cause?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;listen. Do not believe this is
+    my thought, yet I must tell you the truth. Hugo Chevet
+    was found dead, murdered, at St. Ignace. &rsquo;Twas
+    the morning of our departure, and your boat had already
+    gone. Cassion accused you of the crime, as
+    some of the men saw you coming from the direction
+    where the body was found late at night, and others
+    reported that you two had quarreled the evening before.
+    Cassion would have tried you offhand, using his
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_222"></a>222</span>
+    authority as commander of the expedition, but promised
+    not to file charges until we reached St. Louis, if
+    I made pledge&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twas then I gave him my word.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>De Artigny straightened up, the expression on his
+    face one of profound astonishment.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He&ndash;&ndash;he accused me,&rdquo; he asked, &ldquo;of murder to
+    win your promise?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; he believed the charge true, and I
+    pledged myself to assure you a fair trial.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then you believed also that I was guilty of the
+    foul crime?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I caught my breath, yet there was nothing for me to
+    do but give him a frank answer.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I&ndash;&ndash;I have given no testimony, Monsieur,&rdquo; I faltered,
+    &ldquo;but I&ndash;&ndash;I saw you in the moonlight bending
+    over Chevet&rsquo;s dead body.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_223"></a>223</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XIX_WE_EXCHANGE_CONFIDENCES"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2>
+    <h3>WE EXCHANGE CONFIDENCES</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>My eyes fell before his; I could not look into his
+    face, yet I had a sense that he was actually
+    glad to hear my words. There was no anger, rather
+    happiness and relief in the gray eyes.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you actually believed I struck the blow? You
+    thought me capable of driving a knife into the man&rsquo;s
+    back to gain revenge?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, what could I think?&rdquo; I urged eagerly.
+    &ldquo;It did not seem possible, yet I saw you with my own
+    eyes. You knew of the murder, but you made no
+    report, raised no alarm, and in the morning your boat
+    was gone before the body was found by others.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;True, yet there was a reason which I can confess
+    to you. You also discovered the body that night, yet
+    aroused no alarm. I saw you. Why did you remain
+    silent? Was it to protect me from suspicion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I bent my head, but failed to find words with which
+    to answer. De Artigny scarcely permitted me time.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That is the truth; your silence tells me it was for
+    my sake you remained still. Is it not possible, Adele,
+    that my purpose was the same? Listen to me, my
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_224"></a>224</span>
+    girl, and have faith in my words&ndash;&ndash;I am not guilty of
+    Hugo Chevet&rsquo;s death. I did not like the man, it is
+    true, and we exchanged words in anger while loading
+    the boats, but I never gave the matter second thought.
+    That was not the first night of this journey that I
+    sought to assure myself of your safety.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I know Monsieur Cassion, and of what he is
+    capable, and felt that some time there would occur
+    between you a struggle&ndash;&ndash;so at every camping place,
+    where it was possible, I have watched. It was for that
+    purpose I approached the Mission House. I gained
+    glimpse within, and saw Cassion asleep on a bench, and
+    knew you had retired to the chamber above. I was
+    satisfied, and started to return to the camp. On my
+    way back I found Chevet&rsquo;s body at the edge of the
+    wood. I discovered how he had been killed&ndash;&ndash;a knife
+    thrust in the back.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But you made no report; raised no alarm.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I was confused, unable to decide what was best
+    for me to do. I had no business being there. My first
+    impulse was to arouse the Mission House; my second
+    to return to camp, and tell the men there. With this
+    last purpose in view I entered the wood to descend the
+    hill, but had hardly done so when I caught sight of
+    you in the moonlight, and remained there hidden,
+    watching your movements with horror. I saw you go
+    straight to the body, assure yourself the man was dead;
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_225"></a>225</span>
+    then return to the Mission House, and enter your room
+    by way of the kitchen roof. Do you realize what your
+    actions naturally meant to me?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I stared at him, scarcely able to speak, yet in some
+    way my lips formed words.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you thought I did it?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What else could I think? You were hiding there;
+    you examined the body; you crept secretly in through
+    the window, and gave no alarm.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The horror of it all struck me like a blow, and I
+    covered my eyes with my hands, no longer able to
+    restrain my sobs. De Artigny caught my hands, and
+    uncovered my face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do not break down, little girl,&rdquo; he entreated. &ldquo;It
+    is better so, for now we understand each other. You
+    sought to shield me, and I endeavored to protect you.
+    &rsquo;Twas a strange misunderstanding, and, but for the
+    accident to the canoe, might have had a tragic ending.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You would never have told?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Of seeing you there? of suspecting you? Could
+    you think that possible?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But you would have been condemned; the evidence
+    was all against you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Let us not talk of that now,&rdquo; he insisted. &ldquo;We
+    have come back to a faith in each other. You believe
+    my word?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_226"></a>226</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;And I yours.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>His hand clasp tightened, and there was that in his
+    eyes which frightened me.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, no, Monsieur,&rdquo; I exclaimed, and drew back
+    quickly. &ldquo;Do not say more, for I am here with you
+    alone, and there will be trouble enough when Cassion
+    returns.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do I not know that,&rdquo; he said, yet releasing my
+    hands. &ldquo;Still it can surely do no harm for us to
+    understand each other. You care nothing for Cassion;
+    you dislike, despise the man, and there is naught sacred
+    in your marriage. We are in the wilderness, not
+    Quebec, and La Barre has little authority here. You
+    have protected me with your silence&ndash;&ndash;was it not because
+    you cared for me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; you have been my friend.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your friend! Is that all?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Is that not enough, Monsieur? I like you well; I
+    would save you from injustice. You could not respect
+    me if I said more, for I am Monsieur Cassion&rsquo;s wife
+    by rite of Holy Church. I do not fear him&ndash;&ndash;he is a
+    coward; but I fear dishonor, Monsieur, for I am Adele
+    la Chesnayne. I would respect myself, and you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The light of conquest vanished from the gray eyes.
+    For a moment he stood silent and motionless; then he
+    drew a step backward, and bowed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your rebuke is just, Madame,&rdquo; he said soberly.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_227"></a>227</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;We of the frontier grow careless in a land where
+    might is right, and I have had small training save in
+    camp and field. I crave your pardon for my offense.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>So contrite was his expression I had to smile, realizing
+    for the first time the depth of his interest in my
+    good will, yet the feeling which swayed me was not
+    altogether that of pleasure. He was not one to yield
+    so quietly, or to long restrain the words burning his
+    tongue, yet I surrendered to my first impulse, and
+    extended my hand.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is nothing to pardon, Sieur de Artigny,&rdquo; I
+    said frankly. &ldquo;There is no one to whom I owe more
+    of courtesy than you. I trust you fully, and believe
+    your word, and in return I ask the same faith. Under
+    the conditions confronting us we must aid each other.
+    We have both made mistakes in thus endeavoring to
+    shield one another from suspicion, and, as a result, are
+    both equally in peril. Our being alone together here
+    will enrage Monsieur Cassion, and he will use all his
+    power for revenge. My testimony will only make your
+    case more desperate should I confess what I know, and
+    you might cast suspicion upon me&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You do not believe I would.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, I do not, and yet, perchance, it might be better
+    for us both if I made full confession. I hesitate merely
+    because Cassion would doubt my word; would conclude
+    that I merely sought to protect you. Before
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_228"></a>228</span>
+    others&ndash;&ndash;fair-minded judges at St. Louis&ndash;&ndash;I should
+    have no hesitancy in telling the whole story, for there
+    is nothing I did of which I am ashamed, but here,
+    where Cassion has full authority, such a confession
+    would mean your death.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He would not dare; I am an officer of the Sieur
+    de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The more reason why he would. I know Monsieur
+    Cassion even better than you do. He has conversed
+    with me pretty freely in the boat, and made clear his
+    hatred of La Salle, and his desire to do him evil. No
+    fear of your chief will ever deter him, for he believes
+    La Barre has sufficient power now in this country to
+    compel obedience. I overheard the Governor&rsquo;s orders
+    to keep you under close surveillance, and Cassion will
+    jump at the chance of finding you guilty of crime.
+    Now my broken pledge gives him ample excuse.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But it was not broken except through necessity,&rdquo;
+    he urged. &ldquo;He surely cannot blame you because I
+    saved your life.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I doubt if that has slightest weight. All he will
+    care about is our being here alone together. That fact
+    will obscure all else in his mind.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He believes then that you feel interest in me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have never denied it; the fact which rankles,
+    however, is his knowledge that I feel no interest whatever
+    in him. But we waste time, Monsieur, in fruitless
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_229"></a>229</span>
+    discussion. Our only course is a discovery of Hugo
+    Chevet&rsquo;s real murderer. Know you anything to warrant
+    suspicion?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>De Artigny did not answer at once, his eyes looking
+    out on the white crested waters of the lake.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Madame,&rdquo; he said at length gravely. &ldquo;The
+    last time Chevet was seen alive, so far as I now know,
+    was when he left the boats in company with Monsieur
+    Cassion to return to the Mission House.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;At dusk?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It was already quite dark.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They did not arrive together, and Cassion reported
+    that Chevet had remained at the beach in charge of the
+    canoes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You saw Cassion when he arrived?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, and before; I was at the window, and
+    watched him approach across the open space. He was
+    alone, and appeared at ease.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What did he do, and say, after he entered the
+    house?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Absolutely nothing to attract notice; he seemed
+    very weary, and, as soon as he had eaten, lay down on
+    the bench, and fell asleep.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Are you sure he slept?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I felt no doubt; there was nothing strange about
+    his actions, but as soon as possible I left the room.
+    You surely do not suspect him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_230"></a>230</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;He was the last to be seen with Chevet; they left
+    the beach together, yet the murdered man failed to
+    appear at the Mission House, and Cassion falsely reported
+    him left in charge at the beach.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But no one could act so indifferent, after just committing
+    such a crime. When you looked in through
+    the window what did you see?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only the priests about the table talking, and Cassion
+    seemingly sound asleep. Could there be any reason
+    why he should desire the death of Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I know of none. My uncle felt bitter over the
+    concealment of my fortune, and no doubt the two had
+    exchanged words, but there was no open quarrel.
+    Chevet was rough and headstrong, yet he was not
+    killed in fight, for the knife thrust was from behind.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, a coward&rsquo;s blow. Chevet possessed no papers
+    of value?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I shook my head.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If so, no mention was ever made to me. But,
+    Monsieur, you are still wet, and must be cold in this
+    wind. Why do you not build the fire, and dry your
+    clothing?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The wind does have an icy feel,&rdquo; he admitted,
+    &ldquo;but this is a poor spot. Up yonder in the wood
+    shadow there is more warmth, and besides it affords
+    better outlook for the canoes. Have you strength now
+    to climb the bluff?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_231"></a>231</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;The path did not appear difficult, and it is dreary
+    enough here. I will try.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I did not even require his aid, and was at the top
+    nearly as soon as he. It was a pleasant spot, a heavy
+    forest growing almost to the edge, but with green
+    carpet of grass on which one could rest, and gaze off
+    across the wide waste of waters. Yet there was little
+    to attract the eyes except the ceaseless roll of the
+    waves, and the curve of the coast line, against which
+    the breakers still thundered, casting high in air their
+    white spray. It was a wild, desolate scene, a wilderness
+    wherever the eyes turned.</p>
+  <p>I stood silent, gazing to the southward, but there
+    were no canoes visible, although the storm had ceased,
+    and the waves were no longer high enough to prevent
+    their return. They must have been driven below the
+    distant point, and possibly so injured as to make repairs
+    necessary. When I finally turned away I found
+    that De Artigny had already lighted a fire with flint
+    and steel in a little hollow within the forest. He
+    called to me to join him.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is nothing to see,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and the warmth
+    is welcome. You had no glimpse of the boats?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; I admitted. &ldquo;Do you really believe they
+    survived?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There was no reason why they should not, if
+    properly handled. I have controlled canoes in far worse
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_232"></a>232</span>
+    storms. They are doubtless safely ashore beyond the
+    point yonder.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And will return seeking us?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Seeking you, at least. Cassion will learn what
+    occurred, and certainly will never depart without seeking
+    to discover if you are alive. The thought that you
+    may be with me will only serve to spur him to quicker
+    action. My fear is he may be delayed by some accident,
+    and we might suffer from lack of food.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I had not thought how helpless we were.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Oh, we are not desperate,&rdquo; and he laughed, getting
+    up from his knees. &ldquo;You forget I am bred to this
+    life, and have been alone in the wilderness without
+    arms before. The woods are full of game, and it is
+    not difficult to construct traps, and the waters are filled
+    with fish which I will devise some means of catching.
+    You are not afraid to be left alone?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; in surprise. &ldquo;Where are you going?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To learn more of our surroundings, and arrange
+    some traps for wild game. I will not be away long
+    but someone should remain here to signal any canoe
+    returning in search.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I watched him disappear among the trees, without
+    regret, or slightest sense of fear at thus being left
+    alone. The fire burned brightly, and I rested where
+    the grateful warmth put new life into my body. The
+    silence was profound, depressing, and a sense of intense
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_233"></a>233</span>
+    loneliness stole over me. I felt a desire to get
+    away from the gloom of the woods, and climbed the
+    bank to where I could look out once more across the
+    waters.
+  </p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_234"></a>234</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XX_I_CHOOSE_MY_DUTY"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XX</h2>
+    <h3>I CHOOSE MY DUTY</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>The view outspread before me revealed nothing
+    new; the same dread waste of water extended
+    to the horizon, while down the shore no movement was
+    visible. As I rested there, oppressed by the loneliness,
+    I felt little hope that the others of our party had escaped
+    without disaster.</p>
+  <p>De Artigny&rsquo;s words of cheer had been spoken merely
+    to encourage me, to make me less despondent. Deep
+    down in his heart the man doubted the possibility of
+    those frail canoes withstanding the violence of the
+    storm. It was this thought which had made him so
+    anxious to secure food, for, if the others survived, and
+    would return seeking us, as he asserted, surely they
+    would appear before nightfall, and there would be no
+    necessity for our snaring wild game in order to preserve
+    life.</p>
+  <p>De Artigny did not believe his own words; I even
+    suspicioned that he had gone now alone to explore the
+    shore-line; seeking to discover the truth, and the real
+    fate of our companions. At first this conception of
+    our situation startled me, and yet, strange as it may
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_235"></a>235</span>
+    seem, my realization brought no deep regret. I was
+    conscious of a feeling of freedom, of liberty, such as
+    had not been mine since we departed from Quebec. I
+    was no longer watched, spied upon, my every movement
+    ordered, my speech criticized. More, I was
+    delivered from the hated presence of Cassion, ever
+    reminding me that I was his wife, and continually
+    threatening to exercise his authority. Ay, and I was
+    with De Artigny, alone with him, and the joy of this
+    was so deep that I came to a sudden realization of the
+    truth&ndash;&ndash;I loved him.
+  </p>
+  <p>In a way I must have known this before, yet, not
+    until that moment, did the fact dawn upon me in full
+    acknowledgement. I sank my head on my hands, my
+    breath quickened by surprise, by shame, and felt my
+    cheeks burn. I loved him, and believed he loved me.
+    I knew then that all the happiness of life centered in
+    this one fact; while between us arose the shadow of
+    Cassion, my husband. True I loved him not; true I
+    was to him wife only in name; true our marriage was
+    a thing of shame, yet no less a fact, no less a barrier.
+    I was a La Chesnayne to whom honor was a religion;
+    a Catholic bowing humbly to the vow of Holy Church;
+    a Frenchwoman taught that marriage was a sacred rite.</p>
+  <p>The knowledge of my love for De Artigny brought
+    me more fear than pleasure. I dare not dream, or
+    hope; I must escape his presence while I retained moral
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_236"></a>236</span>
+    strength to resist temptation. I got to my feet, not
+    knowing what I could do, yet with a wild conception
+    of returning to the beach, and seeking to find a passage
+    southward. I would go now along the shore, before
+    De Artigny came back, and meet those returning
+    canoes. In such action lay my only safety&ndash;&ndash;he
+    would find me gone, would trace me along the sand,
+    yet before I could be caught, I would have met the
+    others, and thus escape the peril of being alone with
+    him again.
+  </p>
+  <p>Even as I reached this decision, something arose in
+    my throat and choked me, for my eyes saw just outside
+    the curve of the shore-line, a canoe emerge from the
+    shadows of the bluff. I cannot picture the reaction,
+    the sudden shrinking fear which, in that instant, mastered
+    me. They were coming, seeking me; coming to
+    drag me back into slavery; coming to denounce De
+    Artigny of crime, and demand his life.</p>
+  <p>I know not which thought dominated me&ndash;&ndash;my own
+    case, or his; but I realized instantly what course Cassion
+    would pursue. His hatred of De Artigny would
+    be fanned into flame by discovery that we were alone
+    together. He possessed the power, the authority to
+    put this man forever out of his way. To save him
+    there remained but one possible plan&ndash;&ndash;he must reach
+    Fort St. Louis, and friends before Cassion could bring
+    him to trial. It was in my power to permit his escape
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_237"></a>237</span>
+    from discovery, mine alone. If I did otherwise I
+    should be his murderer.
+  </p>
+  <p>I sank down out of sight, yet my decision was made
+    in an instant. It did not seem to me then as though
+    any other course could be taken. That De Artigny
+    was innocent I had no doubt. I loved him, this I no
+    longer denied to myself; and I could not possibly betray
+    the man to the mad vengeance of Cassion. I
+    peered forth, across the ridge of earth concealing me
+    from observation, at the distant canoe. It was too far
+    away for me to be certain of its occupants, yet I assured
+    myself that Indians were at the paddles, while
+    three others, whose dress designated them as whites,
+    occupied places in the boat. The craft kept close to the
+    shore, evidently searching for any sign of the lost
+    canoe, and the man in the stern stood up, pointing, and
+    evidently giving orders. There was that about the
+    fellow&rsquo;s movements to convince me he must be Cassion,
+    and the very sight of him strengthened my resolve.</p>
+  <p>I turned, and ran down the bank to where the fire
+    yet glowed dully in the hollow, emitting a faint spiral
+    of blue smoke, dug dirt up with my hands, and covered
+    the coals, until they were completely extinguished.
+    Then I crept back to the bluff summit, and lay down to
+    watch.</p>
+  <p>The canoe rounded the curve in the shore, and
+    headed straight across toward where I rested in concealment.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_238"></a>238</span>
+    Their course would keep them too far away
+    from the little strip of sand on which we had landed to
+    observe the imprint of our feet, or the pile of wood
+    De Artigny had flung down. I observed this with an
+    intense feeling of relief, as I peered cautiously out
+    from my covert.
+  </p>
+  <p>I could see now clearly the faces of those in the
+    canoe&ndash;&ndash;the dark, expressionless countenances of the
+    Indians, and the three white men, all gazing intently
+    at the shore line, as they swept past, a soldier in the
+    bow, and P&egrave;re Allouez and Cassion at the stern,
+    the latter standing, gripping the steering paddle. The
+    sound of his rasping, disagreeable voice reached me
+    first.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;This is the spot,&rdquo; he exclaimed, pointing. &ldquo;I saw
+    that headland just before the storm struck. But there
+    is no wreck here, no sign of landing. What is your
+    judgment, P&egrave;re?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That further search is useless, Monsieur,&rdquo; answered
+    the priest. &ldquo;We have covered the entire coast,
+    and found no sign of any survivor; no doubt they were
+    all lost.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis likely true, for there was small hope for any
+    swimmer in such a sea.&rdquo; Cassion&rsquo;s eyes turned to the
+    others in the boat. &ldquo;And you, Descartes, you were in
+    the canoe with the Sieur de Artigny, tell us again what
+    happened, and if this be not the place.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_239"></a>239</span></div>
+  <p>The soldier in the bow lifted his head.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I know little of the place, Monsieur,&rdquo; he answered
+    gruffly, &ldquo;though it would seem as if I recalled the
+    forked tree yonder, showing through a rift in the fog.
+    All I know is that one of the paddles broke in the
+    sergeant&rsquo;s canoe, and over they went into the water.
+    &rsquo;Twas as quick as that,&rdquo; and he snapped his fingers,
+    &ldquo;and then a head or two bobbed up, but the canoe
+    swept over them, and down they went again. Sieur
+    de Artigny held our steering paddle, and, in an instant,
+    he swung us that way, and there was the lady struggling.
+    I reached out and touched her, but lost hold,
+    and then the Sieur de Artigny leaped overboard, and
+    the storm whirled us off into the fog. I saw no more.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You do not know that he reached her?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; the lady sank when I lost my grip;
+    I do not even know if she came up again.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion stood motionless, staring intently at the
+    bluff. I almost thought he must have seen me, but
+    there was no outcry, and finally he seated himself.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Go on, round the long point yonder, and if there
+    is no sign there we will return,&rdquo; he said grimly. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis
+    my thought they were all drowned, and there is no
+    need of our seeking longer. Pull on boys, and let us
+    finish the job.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>They rounded the point, the P&egrave;re talking earnestly,
+    but the canoe so far away I could not overhear his
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_240"></a>240</span>
+    words. Cassion paid small heed to what he urged, but,
+    at last, angrily bade him be still, and, after a glance
+    into the narrow basin beyond, swung the bow of the
+    canoe about, and headed it southward, the return
+    course further off shore. The Indians paddled with
+    renewed energy, and, in a few moments, they were so
+    far away their faces were indistinguishable, and I ventured
+    to sit on the bank, my gaze still on the vanishing
+    canoe.
+  </p>
+  <p>So intent was I that I heard no sound of approaching
+    footsteps, and knew nothing of De Artigny&rsquo;s presence
+    until he spoke.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What is that yonder&ndash;&ndash;a canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I started, shrinking back, suddenly realizing what
+    I had done, and the construction he might place upon
+    my action.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I answered faintly, &ldquo;it&ndash;&ndash;it is a canoe.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But it is headed south; it is going away,&rdquo; he
+    paused, gazing into my face. &ldquo;Did it not come this
+    far?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I hesitated; he had furnished me with an excuse, a
+    reason. I could permit him to believe the boat had not
+    approached close enough to be signaled. It was, for
+    an instant, a temptation, yet as I looked into his eyes I
+    could not tell the lie. More, I felt the uselessness of
+    any such attempt to deceive; he would discover the
+    fire extinguished by dirt thrown on it, and thus learn
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_241"></a>241</span>
+    the truth. Far better that I confess frankly, and
+    justify my action.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The canoe came here,&rdquo; I faltered, my voice betraying
+    me. &ldquo;It went around the point yonder, and
+    then returned.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you made no signal? You let them go, believing
+    us dead?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I could not look at him, and I felt my cheeks burn
+    with shame.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; but listen. No, do not touch me.
+    Perhaps it was all wrong, yet I thought it right. I
+    lay here, hidden from view, and watched them; I extinguished
+    the fire so they could not see the smoke.
+    They came so near I could hear their voices, and distinguish
+    their words, yet I let them pass.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Who were in the canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Besides the Indians, Cassion, P&egrave;re Allouez, and
+    the soldier Descartes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He was with me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So I learned from his tale; &rsquo;twas he who sought
+    to lift me from the water, and failed. Do you realize,
+    Monsieur, why I chose to remain unseen? Why I
+    have done what must seem an unwomanly act?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He was still gazing after the canoe, now a mere
+    speck amid the waste of waters, but turned and looked
+    into my face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Madame, yet I cannot deem your reason an
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_242"></a>242</span>
+    unworthy one&ndash;&ndash;yet wait; could it be fear for my
+    life?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It was that, and that only, Monsieur. The truth
+    came to me in a flash when I first perceived the canoe
+    approaching yonder. I felt that hate rather than love
+    urged Cassion to make search for us. He knew of
+    your attempt at rescue, and if he found us here together
+    alone, he would care for nothing save revenge.
+    He has the power, the authority to condemn you, and
+    have you shot. I saw no way to preserve your life,
+    but to keep you out of his grip, until you were with
+    your friends at Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You sacrificed yourself for me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no more than you did when you leaped from
+    the canoe.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Pah</i>, that was a man&rsquo;s work; but now you risk
+    more than life; you peril reputation&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; no more, at least, than it was
+    already imperiled. Cassion need never know that I
+    saw his searching party, and surely no one can justly
+    blame me for being rescued from death. One does
+    not ask, in such a moment, who the rescuer is. I feel
+    I have chosen right, Monsieur, and yet I must trust
+    you to never cause me to regret that I am the wife of
+    Monsieur Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>To my surprise his face brightened, his eyes smiling,
+    as he bowed low before me.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_243"></a>243</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your confidence shall not be betrayed, Madame,&rdquo;
+    he said gallantly. &ldquo;I pledge you my discretion whatever
+    circumstances may arise. There is no cur in the
+    De Artigny strain, and I fight my own battles. Some
+    day I shall be face to face with Francois Cassion, and
+    if then I fail to strike home it will be memory of your
+    faith which restrains my hand. And now I rejoice
+    that I can make your sacrifice less grievous.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;In what way, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;In that we are no longer entirely alone in our
+    wilderness adventure. I have fortunately brought back
+    with me a comrade, whose presence will rob Cassion
+    of some sharpness of tongue. Shall we go meet him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Meet him! a man, you mean? One rescued from
+    the canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, but more likely to serve us a good turn&ndash;&ndash;a
+    soldier under Monsieur de la Durantaye, who has
+    camp below at the portage to the Des Plaines. Out
+    yonder I ran onto him, bearing some message from
+    Green Bay&ndash;&ndash;an odd fellow, but with a gun at his
+    shoulder, and a tongue with which to tell the truth on
+    occasion. Come, Madame, there is naught now you
+    need to fear.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_244"></a>244</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXI_WE_DECIDE_OUR_COURSE"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2>
+    <h3>WE DECIDE OUR COURSE</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>With a feeling of relief in my heart, a sense that
+    my reputation was safe, and that the good God
+    had set the seal of His approval on the choice made, I
+    accepted De Artigny&rsquo;s outstretched hand, and permitted
+    him to assist me down the bank. The new
+    arrival was just within the edge of the forest, bending
+    over a freshly kindled fire, barely commencing to blaze,
+    and beside him on the grass lay a wild fowl, already
+    plucked of its feathers. So intent was the fellow at
+    his task, he did not even lift his head until my companion
+    hailed him.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Barbeau, here is the lady of whom I spoke&ndash;&ndash;the
+    wife of Monsieur Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He stood up, and made me a salute as though I were
+    an officer, as odd a looking little man as ever I had
+    seen, with a small, peaked face, a mop of black hair,
+    and a pair of shrewd, humorous eyes. His dress was
+    that of a <i>courier du bois</i>, with no trace of uniform
+    save the blue forage cap gripped in one hand, yet he
+    stood stiff as if on parade. In spite of his strange,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_245"></a>245</span>
+    uncouth appearance there was that in his face which
+    won my favor, and I held out my hand.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You are a soldier of France, Monsieur de Artigny
+    tells me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame, of the Regiment Carignan-Salliers,&rdquo;
+    he answered.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I wonder have you served long? My father was
+    an officer in that command&ndash;&ndash;Captain la Chesnayne.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The expression on the man&rsquo;s face changed magically.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You the daughter of Captain la Chesnayne,&rdquo; he
+    exclaimed, the words bursting forth uncontrolled,
+    &ldquo;and married to Cassion! how can this be?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You knew him then&ndash;&ndash;my father?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, Madame; I was with him at the Richelieu, at
+    the village of the Mohawks; and at Bois le Blanc,
+    where he died. I am Jacques Barbeau, a soldier for
+    twenty years; did he not speak to you of me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I was but a girl when he was killed, and we seldom
+    met, for he was usually on campaign. Yet what do
+    you mean by thus expressing surprise at my marriage
+    to Monsieur Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He hesitated, evidently regretting his impulsive
+    speech, and glancing from my face into the stern eyes
+    of De Artigny.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, Madame, I spoke hastily; it was not my
+    place.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That may be true, Barbeau,&rdquo; replied the Sieur
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_246"></a>246</span>
+    grimly, &ldquo;yet the words have been said, and the lady
+    has a right to have them explained. Was there quarrel
+    between her father and this Francois Cassion?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, there was, and bitter, although I know nothing
+    as to the cause. Cassion, and La Barre&ndash;&ndash;he whom I
+    now hear is Governor of New France&ndash;&ndash;were alike
+    opposed to Captain la Chesnayne, and but for reports
+    they made he would have been the colonel. He struck
+    Cassion in the mess tent, and they were to fight the
+    very morning the Iroquois met us at Bois le Blanc.
+    &rsquo;Twas the talk of the men that the captain was shot
+    from behind.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That I cannot say; yet the bullet entered behind
+    the ear, for I was first to reach him, and he had no
+    other enemy in the Regiment Carignan-Salliers. The
+    feeling against M. Cassion was so strong that he resigned
+    in a few months. You never heard this?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I could not answer, but stood silent with bowed
+    head. I felt De Artigny place his hand on my
+    shoulder.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The lady did not know,&rdquo; he said gravely, as
+    though he felt the necessity of an explanation. &ldquo;She
+    was at school in a convent at Quebec, and no rumor
+    reached her. She is thankful to you for what you
+    have said, Barbeau, and can trust you as her father&rsquo;s
+    friend and comrade. May I tell him the truth,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_247"></a>247</span>
+    Madame? The man may have other information of
+    value.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I looked at the soldier, and his eyes were grave and
+    honest.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I answered, &ldquo;it can do no harm.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny&rsquo;s hand was still on my shoulder, but his
+    glance did not seek my face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is some low trick here, Barbeau,&rdquo; he began
+    soberly, &ldquo;but the details are not clear. Madame has
+    trusted me as a friend, and confided all she knows, and
+    I will tell the facts to you as I understand them. False
+    reports were made to France regarding Captain la
+    Chesnayne. We have not learned what they were, or
+    who made them, but they were so serious that Louis,
+    by royal decree, issued order that his estates revert to
+    the crown. Later La Chesnayne&rsquo;s friends got the ear
+    of the King, no doubt through Frontenac, ever loyal to
+    him, and by royal order the estates were restored to
+    his ownership. This order of restoration reached
+    Quebec soon after La Barre was appointed Governor,
+    and was never made public. It was suppressed by
+    someone, and La Chesnayne was killed three months
+    later, without knowing that he had won the favor of
+    the King.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But Cassion knew; he was ever hand in glove with
+    La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We have cause to suspect so, and now, after listening
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_248"></a>248</span>
+    to your tale, to believe that Captain la Chesnayne&rsquo;s
+    death was part of a carefully formed plot. By accident
+    the lady here learned of the conspiracy, through overhearing
+    a conversation, but was discovered by La
+    Barre hiding behind the curtains of his office. To keep
+    her quiet she was forced into marriage with Francois
+    Cassion, and bidden to accompany him on this journey
+    to Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I see,&rdquo; commented Barbeau shrewdly. &ldquo;Such
+    marriage would place the property in their control by
+    law. Had Cassion sought marriage previously?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>His eyes were upon me as he asked the question, and
+    I answered him frankly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He visited often at the home of my Uncle, Hugo
+    Chevet, and, while he never spoke to me directly of
+    marriage, I was told he desired me for his wife and
+    at the palace he so presented me to Monsieur La
+    Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;On pledge of Chevet, no doubt. Your uncle knew
+    of your fortune?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No; he supposed me penniless; he thought it a
+    great honor done me by the favorite of the Governor&rsquo;s.
+    &rsquo;Twas my belief he expected some reward for persuading
+    me to accept the offer.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And this Chevet&ndash;&ndash;what became of him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He accompanied us on the journey, also upon order
+    of Monsieur la Barre, who, no doubt, thought he
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_249"></a>249</span>
+    would be safer in the wilderness than in Quebec. He
+    was murdered at St. Ignace.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Murdered?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, struck down from behind with a knife. No
+    one knows who did it, but Cassion has charged the
+    crime against Sieur de Artigny, and circumstances are
+    such he will find it difficult to prove his innocence.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The soldier stood silent, evidently reviewing in his
+    mind all that had been told him, his eyes narrowed into
+    slits as he gazed thoughtfully at us both.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Bah</i>,&rdquo; he exclaimed at last, &ldquo;the riddle is not so
+    hard to read, although, no doubt the trick has been well
+    played. I know Governor La Barre, and this Francois
+    Cassion, for I have served under both, while Monsieur
+    la Chesnayne was my Captain, and friend. I was not
+    always a soldier, Madame, and once I sought holy
+    orders, but the flesh was weak. However, the experiment
+    gave me education, and led to comradeship with
+    those above me in station&ndash;&ndash;discipline in the wilderness
+    is not rigid. Many a night at the campfire have I
+    talked with my captain. And I have heard before of
+    this Sieur de Artigny, and of how loyally he has served
+    M. de la Salle. Monsieur de Tonty told the tale to
+    M. de la Durantaye, mayhap a month ago, and I overheard.
+    So I possess faith in him as a gallant man, and
+    have desire to serve you both. May I tell you what,
+    in my judgment, seems best for you to do?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_250"></a>250</span></div>
+  <p>I glanced at De Artigny, and his eyes gave me
+    courage.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, you are a French soldier,&rdquo; I answered,
+    &ldquo;an educated man also, and my father&rsquo;s friend. I will
+    listen gladly.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>His eyes smiled, and he swept the earth with his cap.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then my plan is this&ndash;&ndash;leave Monsieur Cassion to
+    go his way, and let me be your guide southward. I
+    know the trails, and the journey is not difficult. M. de
+    la Durantaye is camped at the portage of the Des
+    Plaines, having but a handful of men to be sure, yet
+    he is a gallant officer, and no enemy to La Salle, although
+    he serves the Governor. He will see justice
+    done, and give you both safe convoy to Fort St. Louis,
+    where De Tonty knows how to protect his officers.
+    Faith! I would like to see Francois Cassion try to
+    browbeat that one armed Italian&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twould be one time
+    he would meet his match.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny laughed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, you are right there, my friend. I have felt
+    the iron-hook, and witnessed how he wins his way
+    with white and red. Yet he is no longer in command
+    at Fort St. Louis; I bring him orders now from Sieur
+    de la Salle bidding him not to interfere with the Governor&rsquo;s
+    lieutenants. &rsquo;Tis the Chevalier De Baugis with
+    whom we must reckon.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;True, he has control, and men enough, with Cassion&rsquo;s
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_251"></a>251</span>
+    party, to enforce his order. And he is a hothead,
+    conceited, and holding himself a bit better than
+    others, because he bears commission in the King&rsquo;s
+    Dragoons. &rsquo;Tis said that he and De Tonty have had
+    many a stiff quarrel since he came; but he dare not go
+    too far. There are good men there ready to draw
+    sword if it ever come to blows&ndash;&ndash;De Tonty, Boisrondet,
+    L&rsquo;Espirance, De Marle, and the Algonquins
+    camped on the plain below. They would be tigers if
+    the Italian spoke the word; while I doubt not M. de la
+    Durantaye would throw his influence on the side of
+    mercy; he has small love for the Captain of Dragoons.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I spoke quickly, and before De Artigny could voice
+    decision.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We will accept your guidance, Monsieur. It is the
+    best choice, and now the only one, for the time is past
+    when we can expect the return of the canoes. Can we
+    not at once begin the journey?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>It was an hour later, after we had eaten, that we
+    left the bluff, and turned westward into the great
+    woods. Barbeau led the way, moving along the bank
+    of a small stream, and I followed, with De Artigny
+    close behind. As we had nothing to carry, except the
+    soldier&rsquo;s rifle and blanket, we made rapid progress,
+    and in less than half an hour, we came to the Indian
+    trail, which led southward from Green Bay to the head
+    waters of the Des Plaines. It was so faint and dim, a
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_252"></a>252</span>
+    mere trace through forest depths, that I would have
+    passed it by unseen, but both my companions were
+    woodsmen, and there was no sign their trained eyes
+    overlooked.
+  </p>
+  <p>Once in the trail, however, there was no difficulty in
+    following it, although it twisted here and there, in the
+    avoiding of obstacles, ever seeking the easier route.
+    Barbeau had passed this way before, and recalled many
+    a land-mark, occasionally turning, and pointing out to
+    us certain peculiarities he had observed on his journey
+    north. Once he held us motionless while he crept
+    aside, through an intervening fringe of trees to the
+    shore of a small lake, coming back with two fine ducks
+    dangling from his shoulder.</p>
+  <p>Before dark we halted in a little opening, the grass
+    green underfoot, and a bank of trees all about, and
+    made night camp. There was water near at hand, and
+    the fire quickly built gave cheer to the scene, as the
+    men prepared supper. The adventures of the day had
+    wearied me, and I was very content to lie on Barbeau&rsquo;s
+    blanket, and watch them work. While the soldier
+    cooked, De Artigny swiftly erected a shelter of boughs,
+    within which I was to pass the night. After we had
+    eaten, I retired at once, yet for a long time could not
+    sleep, but lay looking out at the two men seated before
+    the fire smoking. I could hear their voices, and scraps
+    of conversation&ndash;&ndash;De Artigny telling the tale of the
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_253"></a>253</span>
+    exploration of the great river to its mouth in the salt
+    sea, and Barbeau relating many a strange adventure in
+    the wilderness. It was a scene long to be remembered&ndash;&ndash;the
+    black shadows all about, the silence of the great
+    woods, the sense of loneliness, the red and yellow
+    flames of the fire, and the two men telling tales of wild
+    adventure amid the unknown.
+  </p>
+  <p>At last they grew weary also, and lay down, pillowed
+    their heads on their arms, and rested motionless. My
+    own eyes grew heavy, and I fell asleep.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_254"></a>254</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXII_WE_MEET_WITH_DANGER"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2>
+    <h3>WE MEET WITH DANGER</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>It was late in the afternoon of the second day when
+    we arrived at the forks of the Chicago river.
+    There was a drizzle of rain in the air, and never saw I
+    a more desolate spot; a bare, dreary plain, and away
+    to the eastward a glimpse of the lake.</p>
+  <p>A hut of logs, a mere shack scarcely fit for shelter,
+    stood on a slight eminence, giving wide view in every
+    direction, but it was unoccupied, the door ajar. Barbeau,
+    in advance, stared at it in surprise, gave utterance
+    to an oath, and ran forward to peer within. Close
+    behind him I caught a glimpse of the interior, my own
+    heart heavy with disappointment.</p>
+  <p>If this miserable place had been the headquarters of
+    M. de la Durantaye, evidently it was so no longer.
+    Not a vestige of occupancy remained, save a rotten
+    blanket on the floor, and a broken bench in one corner.
+    Rude bunks lined two walls, and a table hewed from a
+    log stood in the center of the dirt floor. On this was
+    a paper pinned to the wood by a broken knife blade.
+    Barbeau grasped it, and read the writing, handing it
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_255"></a>255</span>
+    back to me. It was a scrawl of a few words, yet told
+    the whole story.
+  </p>
+  <blockquote>
+    <p>&ldquo;Francois Cassion, under commission of Governor
+      la Barre, arrived with party of soldiers and Indians.
+      At his orders we accompany the force to Fort St.
+      Louis.</p>
+    <p class="ralign">&ldquo;De la Durantaye.&rdquo;</p>
+  </blockquote>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perhaps it is as well,&rdquo; commented De Artigny
+    lightly. &ldquo;At least as far as my good health goes; but
+    &rsquo;tis like to make a hard journey for you, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Is it far yet until we attain the fort?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A matter of twenty-five leagues; of no moment
+    had we a boat in which to float down stream, but the
+    trail, as I remember, is rough.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perchance there may be a boat,&rdquo; interrupted Barbeau.
+    &ldquo;There was the wreck of an Indian canoe a
+    mile below here on the Des Plaines, not so damaged
+    as to be beyond repair, and here is a hatchet which we
+    will find useful.&rdquo; He stooped and picked it up from
+    under the bench. &ldquo;One thing is certain&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis useless
+    to remain here; they have left the place as bare as a
+    desert. &rsquo;Tis my choice that we make the Des Plaines
+    before dark.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And mine also; are you too greatly wearied,
+    Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I? Oh, no! to escape this desolate place I will go
+    gladly. Have men really lived here?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_256"></a>256</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, more than once,&rdquo; replied De Artigny. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis
+    said the <i>engag&eacute;s</i> of P&egrave;re Marquette built this hut, and
+    that it sheltered him an entire winter. Twice I have
+    been here before, once for weeks, waiting the arrival
+    of the <i>Griffin</i>, alone with Sieur de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The <i>Griffin</i>?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The ship which was to bring us provisions and
+    men. &rsquo;Twas a year later we learned that she went
+    down in the sea, with all aboard. How long was M. de
+    la Durantaye on station here?&rdquo; he turned to
+    Barbeau.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis three months since we came from St. Ignace&ndash;&ndash;a
+    dreary time enough, and for what purpose I could
+    never guess. In that time all we have seen has been
+    Indian hunters. I cannot bear to remain even for
+    another night. Are we ready, Madame? Shall we
+    go?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The Des Plaines was a narrow stream, flowing
+    quietly through prairie land, although bordered along
+    its shores by a thin fringe of trees. We moved down
+    along its eastern bank for perhaps a half league, when
+    we came to the edge of a swamp and made camp.
+    De Artigny built a fire, and prepared my tent of
+    boughs, while Barbeau waded out around a point in
+    search of the wrecked canoe. He came back just at
+    dusk towing it behind him through the shallow water,
+    and the two men managed to drag it far enough up
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_257"></a>257</span>
+    the bank to enable the water to drain out. Later, aided
+    by a flaming torch, we looked it over, and decided the
+    canoe could be made to float again. It required two
+    days&rsquo; work, however, before we ventured to trust ourselves
+    to its safety.
+  </p>
+  <p>But the dawn of the third day saw us afloat on the
+    sluggish current, the two men plying improvised paddles
+    to increase our speed, while I busied myself in
+    keeping the frail craft free from water by constant use
+    of a tin cup. This oozed in through numerous ill-fitting
+    seams, but not fast enough to swamp us in midstream,
+    although the amount gained steadily on me in
+    spite of every effort, and we occasionally had to make
+    shore to free us of the encumbrance.</p>
+  <p>Yet this voyage south along the Des Plaines was far
+    from unpleasant, despite the labor involved and the
+    discomfort of the leaking canoe. The men were full
+    of cheer and hope, some of it possibly assumed to
+    strengthen my courage, but no less effective&ndash;&ndash;Barbeau
+    telling many an anecdote of his long service in
+    strange places, exhibiting a sense of humor which kept
+    us in continuous laughter. He was, indeed, a typical
+    adventurer, gay and debonair in presence of peril, and
+    apparently without a care in the world. De Artigny
+    caught something of the fellow&rsquo;s spirit, being young
+    enough himself to love excitement, and related in turn,
+    to the music of the splashing paddles, numerous incidents
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_258"></a>258</span>
+    of his wild exploits with La Salle and De Tonty
+    along the great rivers of the West.
+  </p>
+  <p>It all interested me, these glimpses of rough forest
+    life, and I questioned them both eagerly, learning many
+    a truth the histories fail to tell. Particularly did I listen
+    breathlessly to the story of their adventurous first
+    voyage along the Illinois, following the trail of raiding
+    Iroquois, amid scenes of death and destruction. The
+    very horrors pictured fascinated me even, although
+    the grim reality was completely beyond my power of
+    imagination.</p>
+  <p>&rsquo;Twas thus we passed the hours of daylight, struggling
+    with the current, forcing our way past obstacles,
+    seeking the shore to drain off water, every moment
+    bringing to us a new vista, and a new peril, yet ever
+    encouraged by memory of those who had toiled along
+    this stream before us. At night, under the stars and
+    beside the blaze of campfire, Barbeau sang rollicking
+    soldier songs, and occasionally De Artigny joined him
+    in the choruses. To all appearances we were absolutely
+    alone in the desolation of the wilderness. Not
+    once in all that distance did we perceive sign of human
+    life, nor had we cause to feel the slightest uneasiness
+    regarding savage enemies.</p>
+  <p>Both men believed there was peace in the valley,
+    except for the jealousy between the white factions at
+    Fort St. Louis, and that the various Algonquin tribes
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_259"></a>259</span>
+    were living quietly in their villages under protection
+    of the Rock. De Artigny described what a wonderful
+    sight it was, looking down from the high palisades to
+    the broad meadows below, covered with tepees, and
+    alive with peaceful Indians. He named the tribes
+    which had gathered there for protection, trusting in
+    La Salle, and believing De Tonty their friend&ndash;&ndash;Illini,
+    Shawnees, Abenakies, Miamis, Mohegans&ndash;&ndash;at one
+    time reaching a total of twenty thousand souls. There
+    they camped, guarded by the great fort towering above
+    them, on the same sacred spot where years before the
+    Jesuit Marquette had preached to them the gospel of
+    the Christ. So we had no fear of savages, and rested
+    in peace at our night camps, singing aloud, and sleeping
+    without guard. Every day Barbeau went ashore
+    for an hour, with his rifle, tramping along beside us
+    through the shadowing forest screen, seeking game,
+    and always coming back with plenty. We would hear
+    the sharp report of his gun breaking the silence, and
+    turn the prow of our canoe shoreward and pick him
+    up again.
+  </p>
+  <p>Owing to the leaking of our canoe, and many difficulties
+    experienced, we were three days in reaching the
+    spot where the Illinois and the Fox rivers joined their
+    waters, and swept forward in one broad stream. The
+    time of our arrival at this spot was early in the afternoon,
+    and, as De Artigny said Fort St. Louis was
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_260"></a>260</span>
+    situated scarce ten miles below, our long journey
+    seemed nearly ended. We anticipated reaching there
+    before night, and, in spite of my fear of the reception
+    awaiting us, my heart was light with hope and
+    expectation.
+  </p>
+  <p>I was but a girl in years, excitement was still to me
+    a delight, and I had listened to so many tales, romantic,
+    wonderful, of this wilderness fortress, perched upon a
+    rock, that my vivid imagination had weaved about it
+    an atmosphere of marvel. The beauty of the view
+    from its palisades, the vast concourse of Indians encamped
+    on the plains below, and those men guarding
+    its safety&ndash;&ndash;the faithful comrades of La Salle in
+    explorations of the unknown, De Tonty, Boisrondet,
+    and all the others, had long since become to my mind
+    the incarnation of romantic adventure. Wilderness
+    born, I could comprehend and appreciate their toils and
+    dangers, and my dreams centered about this great,
+    lonely rock on which they had established a home. But
+    the end was not yet. Just below the confluence of the
+    rivers there was a village of the Tamaroas, and the
+    prow of our canoe touched the bank, while De Artigny
+    stepped ashore amid a tangle of low-growing bushes,
+    that he might have speech with some of the warriors,
+    and thus learn conditions at the fort. With his foot
+    on the bank, he turned laughing, and held out his
+    hand to me.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_261"></a>261</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Come, Madame,&rdquo; he said pleasantly, &ldquo;you have
+    never seen a village of our western tribes; it will interest
+    you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I joined him gladly, my limbs feeling awkward
+    under me, from long cramping in the boat, yet the
+    climb was not difficult, and he held back the boughs
+    to give me easy passage. Beyond the fringe of brush
+    there was an open space, but as we reached this, both
+    paused, stricken dumb by horror at the sight which met
+    our view. The ground before us was strewn with
+    dead, and mutilated bodies, and was black with ashes
+    where the tepees had been burned, and their contents
+    scattered broadcast.</p>
+  <p>Never before had I seen such view of devastation,
+    of relentless, savage cruelty, and I gave utterance to
+    a sudden sob, and shrank back against De Artigny&rsquo;s
+    arm, hiding my eyes with my hand. He stood and
+    stared, motionless, breathing heavily, unconsciously
+    gripping my arm.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>!&rdquo; he burst forth, at last. &ldquo;What
+    meaneth this? Are the wolves again loose in the
+    valley?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He drew me back, until we were both concealed
+    behind a fringe of leaves, his whole manner alert, every
+    instinct of the woodsman instantly awakened.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Remain here hidden,&rdquo; he whispered, &ldquo;until I learn
+    the truth; we may face grave peril below.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_262"></a>262</span></div>
+  <p>He left me trembling, and white-lipped, yet I made
+    no effort to restrain him. The horror of those dead
+    bodies gripped me, but I would not have him know
+    the terror which held me captive. With utmost caution
+    he crept forth, and I lay in the shadow of the
+    covert, watching his movements. Body after body he
+    approached seeking some victim alive, and able to tell
+    the story. But there was none. At last he stood erect,
+    satisfied that none beside the dead were on that awful
+    spot, and came back to me.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not one lives,&rdquo; he said soberly, &ldquo;and there are
+    men, women and children there. The story is one
+    easily told&ndash;&ndash;an attack at daylight from the woods
+    yonder. There has been no fighting; a massacre of
+    the helpless and unarmed.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But who did such deed of blood?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the work of the Iroquois; the way they
+    scalped tells that, and besides I saw other signs.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The Iroquois,&rdquo; I echoed incredulous, for that name
+    was the terror of my childhood. &ldquo;How came these
+    savages so far to the westward?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Their war parties range to the great river,&rdquo; he
+    answered. &ldquo;We followed their bloody trail when first
+    we came to this valley. It was to gain protection from
+    these raiders that the Algonquins gathered about the
+    fort. We fought the fiends twice, and drove them
+    back, yet now they are here again. Come, Adele, we
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_263"></a>263</span>
+    must return to the canoe, and consult with Barbeau.
+    He has seen much of Indian war.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>The canoe rode close in under the bank, Barbeau
+    holding it with grasp on a great root. He must have
+    read in our faces some message of alarm, for he
+    exclaimed before either of us could speak.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What is it?&ndash;&ndash;the Iroquois?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; why did you guess that?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have seen signs for an hour past which made me
+    fear this might be true. That was why I held the
+    boat so close to the bank. The village has been
+    attacked?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, surprised, and massacred; the ground is covered
+    with the dead, and the tepees are burned. Madame
+    is half crazed with the shock.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Barbeau took no heed, his eyes scarce glancing at
+    me, so eager was he to learn details.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The fiends were in force then?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Their moccasin tracks were everywhere. I could
+    not be sure where they entered the village, but they
+    left by way of the Fox. I counted on the sand the
+    imprint of ten canoes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Deep and broad?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, war boats; &rsquo;tis likely some of them would hold
+    twenty warriors; the beasts are here in force.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>It was all so still, so peaceful about us that I felt
+    dazed, incapable of comprehending our great danger.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_264"></a>264</span>
+    The river swept past, its waters murmuring gently, and
+    the wooded banks were cool and green. Not a sound
+    awoke the echoes, and the horror I had just witnessed
+    seemed almost a dream.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Where are they now?&rdquo; I questioned faintly.
+    &ldquo;Have they gone back to their own country?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Small hope of that,&rdquo; answered De Artigny, &ldquo;or
+    we would have met with them before this, or other
+    signs of their passage. They are below, either at the
+    fort, or planning attack on the Indian villages beyond.
+    What think you, Barbeau?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have never been here,&rdquo; he said slowly, &ldquo;so cannot
+    tell what chance the red devils might have against
+    the white men at St. Louis. But they are below us on
+    the river, no doubt of that, and engaged in some hell
+    act. I know the Iroquois, and how they conduct war.
+    &rsquo;Twill be well for us to think it all out with care before
+    we venture farther. Come, De Artigny, tell me what
+    you know&ndash;&ndash;is the fort one to be defended against
+    Iroquois raiders?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis strong; built on a high rock, and approachable
+    only at the rear. Given time they might starve the
+    garrison, or drive them mad with thirst, for I doubt
+    if there be men enough there to make sortie against
+    a large war party.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But the Indian allies&ndash;&ndash;the Algonquins?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;One war whoop of an Iroquois would scatter them
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_265"></a>265</span>
+    like sheep. They are no fighters, save under white
+    leadership, and &rsquo;tis likely enough their villages are
+    already like this one yonder, scenes of horror. I have
+    seen all this before, Barbeau, and this is no mere raid
+    of a few scattered warriors, seeking adventure and
+    scalps; &rsquo;tis an organized war party. The Iroquois have
+    learned of the trouble in New France, of La Salle&rsquo;s
+    absence from this valley; they know of the few fighting
+    men at the Rock, and that De Tonty is no longer
+    in command. They are here to sweep the French out
+    of this Illinois country, and have given no warning.
+    They surprised the Indian villages first, killed every
+    Algonquin they could find, and are now besieging the
+    Rock. And what have they to oppose them? More
+    than they thought, no doubt, for Cassion and De la
+    Durantaye must have reached there safely, yet at the
+    best, the white defenders will scarcely number fifty
+    men, and quarreling among themselves like mad dogs.
+    There is but one thing for us to do, Barbeau&ndash;&ndash;reach
+    the fort.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, but how? There will be death now, haunting
+    us every foot of the way.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny turned his head, and his eyes met mine
+    questioningly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is a passage I know,&rdquo; he said gravely, &ldquo;below
+    the south banks yonder, but there will be peril in
+    it&ndash;&ndash;a peril to which I dread to expose the lady.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_266"></a>266</span></div>
+  <p>I stood erect, no longer paralyzed by fear, realizing
+    my duty.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do not hesitate because of me, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said
+    calmly. &ldquo;French women have always done their part,
+    and I shall not fail. Explain to us your plan.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_267"></a>267</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXIII_THE_WORDS_OF_LOVE"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2>
+    <h3>THE WORDS OF LOVE</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>His eyes brightened, and his hand sought mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The spirit of the old days; the words of a
+    soldier&rsquo;s daughter, hey, Barbeau?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A La Chesnayne could make no other choice,&rdquo; he
+    answered loyally. &ldquo;But we have no time to waste
+    here in compliment. You know a safe passage, you
+    say?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not a safe one, yet a trail which may still remain
+    open, for it is known to but few. Let us aboard, and
+    cross to the opposite shore, where we will hide the
+    canoe, and make our way through the forest. Once
+    safely afoot yonder I will make my purpose clear.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>A dozen strokes landed us on the other bank, where
+    the canoe was drawn up, and concealed among the
+    bushes, while we descended a slight declivity, and
+    found ourselves in the silence of a great wood. Here
+    De Artigny paused to make certain his sense of
+    direction.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I will go forward slightly in advance,&rdquo; he said, at
+    last, evidently having determined upon his course.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And we will move slowly, and as noiselessly as
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_268"></a>268</span>
+    possible. No one ever knows where the enemy are to
+    be met with in Indian campaign, and we are without
+    arms, except for Barbeau&rsquo;s gun.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I retain my pistol,&rdquo; I interrupted.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Of small value since its immersion in the lake; as
+    to myself I must trust to my knife. Madame you will
+    follow me, but merely close enough to make sure of
+    your course through the woods, while Barbeau will
+    guard the rear. Are both ready?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perhaps it might be well to explain more clearly
+    what you propose,&rdquo; said the soldier. &ldquo;Then if we
+    become separated we could figure out the proper direction
+    to follow.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not a bad thought that. It is a rough road ahead,
+    heavily wooded, and across broken land. My route
+    is almost directly west, except that we bear slightly
+    south to keep well away from the river. Three leagues
+    will bring us to a small stream which empties into the
+    Illinois. There is a faint trail along its eastern bank
+    which leads to the rear of the Rock, where it is possible
+    for one knowing the way to attain the palisades
+    of the fort. If we can attain this trail before dark we
+    can make the remaining distance by night. Here, let
+    me show you,&rdquo; and he drew with a sharp stick a hasty
+    map on the ground. &ldquo;Now you understand; if we
+    become separated, keep steadily westward until you
+    reach a stream flowing north.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_269"></a>269</span></div>
+  <p>In this order we took up the march, and as I had
+    nothing to bear except a blanket, which I twisted about
+    my shoulders, I found little difficulty in following my
+    leader. At first the underbrush was heavy, and the
+    ground very broken, so that oftentimes I lost sight
+    entirely of De Artigny, but as he constantly broke
+    branches to mark his passage, and the sun served as
+    guidance, I had small difficulty in keeping the proper
+    direction. To our right along the river appeared
+    masses of isolated rock, and these we skirted closely,
+    always in the shadow and silence of great trees.
+    Within half an hour we had emerged from the retarding
+    underbrush, and came out into an open wood,
+    where the walking was much easier.</p>
+  <p>I could look down the aisles of the trees for long
+    distances, and no longer experienced any difficulty in
+    keeping within sight of my leader. All sense of fear
+    had passed away, we seemed so alone in the silent forest,
+    although once I thought I heard the report of a
+    distant gun, which brought back to mind a vision of
+    that camp of death we had left behind. It was a
+    wearisome tramp over the rough ground, for while
+    De Artigny found passage through the hollows wherever
+    possible, yet we were obliged to climb many hills,
+    and once to pick our way cautiously through a sickly
+    swamp, springing from hummock to hummock to keep
+    from sinking deep in slimy ooze.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_270"></a>270</span></div>
+  <p>De Artigny came back and aided me here, speaking
+    words of encouragement, and assuring me that the
+    trail we sought was only a short distance beyond. I
+    laughed at his solicitude, claiming to be good for many
+    a mile yet, and he left me, never realizing that I already
+    staggered from weariness.</p>
+  <p>However we must have made excellent progress, for
+    the sun had not entirely disappeared when we emerged
+    from the dark wood shadows into a narrow, grassy
+    valley, through which flowed a silvery stream, not
+    broad, but deep. Assured that this must be the water
+    we sought, I sank to the ground, eager for a moment&rsquo;s
+    rest, but De Artigny, tireless still, moved back and
+    forward along the edge of the forest to assure himself
+    of the safety of our surroundings. Barbeau joined
+    him, and questioned.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We have reached the trail?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, beside the shore yonder; see you anything of
+    Indian tepees across the stream to the left?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Below, there are wigwams there just in the edge
+    of the grove. You can see the outlines from here; but
+    I make out no moving figures.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Deserted then; the cowards have run away. They
+    could not have been attacked, or the tepees would have
+    been burned.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;An Algonquin village?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Miamis. I had hoped we might gain assistance
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_271"></a>271</span>
+    there, but they have either joined the whites in the
+    fort, or are hiding in the woods. &rsquo;Tis evident we must
+    save ourselves.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And how far is it?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To the fort? A league or two, and a rough climb
+    at the farther end through the dark. We will wait
+    here until after dusk, eat such food as we have without
+    fire, and rest up for a bit of venture. The next
+    trip will test us all, and Madame is weary enough
+    already.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;An hour will put me right,&rdquo; I said, smiling at him,
+    yet making no attempt to rise. &ldquo;I have been in a boat
+    so long I have lost all strength in my limbs.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We feel that, all of us,&rdquo; cheerily, &ldquo;but come Barbeau,
+    unpack, and let us have what cheer we can.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I know not when food was ever more welcome,
+    although it was simple enough to be sure&ndash;&ndash;a bit of
+    hard cracker, and some jerked deer meat, washed down
+    by water from the stream&ndash;&ndash;yet hunger served to make
+    these welcome. We were at the edge of the wood,
+    already growing dark and dreary with the shadows of
+    approaching night. The wind, what there was, was
+    from the south, and, if there was any firing at the
+    fort, no sound of it reached us. Once we imagined
+    we saw a skulking figure on the opposite bank&ndash;&ndash;an
+    Indian Barbeau insisted&ndash;&ndash;but it disappeared so suddenly
+    as to make us doubt our own eyes.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_272"></a>272</span></div>
+  <p>The loneliness and peril of our situation had tendency
+    to keep us silent, although De Artigny endeavored
+    to cheer me with kindly speech, and gave Barbeau careful
+    description of the trail leading to the fort gate. If
+    aught happened to him, we were to press on until we
+    attained shelter. The way in which the words were
+    said brought a lump into my throat, and before I knew
+    the significance of the action, my hand clasped his. I
+    felt the grip of his fingers, and saw his face turn toward
+    me in the dusk. Barbeau got to his feet, gun in hand,
+    and stood shading his eyes.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I would like a closer view of that village yonder,&rdquo;
+    he said, &ldquo;and will go down the bank a hundred yards
+    or so.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill do no harm,&rdquo; returned De Artigny, still
+    clasping my hand. &ldquo;There is time yet before we make
+    our venture.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He disappeared in the shadows, leaving us alone,
+    and I glanced aside at De Artigny&rsquo;s face, my heart
+    beating fiercely.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You did not like to hear me speak as I did?&rdquo; he
+    questioned quietly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; I answered honestly, &ldquo;the thought startled
+    me. If&ndash;&ndash;if anything happened to you, I&ndash;&ndash;I should
+    be all alone.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He bent lower, still grasping my fingers, and seeking
+    to compel my eyes to meet his.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_273"></a>273</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Adele,&rdquo; he whispered, &ldquo;why is it necessary for us
+    to keep up this masquerade?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What masquerade, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;This pretense at mere friendship,&rdquo; he insisted,
+    &ldquo;when we could serve each other better by a frank
+    confession of the truth. You love me&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; and I tried to draw my hand away. &ldquo;I
+    am the wife of Francois Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I care nothing for that unholy alliance. You are
+    his only by form. Do you know what that marriage
+    has cost me? Insults, ever since we left Quebec. The
+    coward knew I dare not lay hand upon him, because
+    he was your husband. We would have crossed steel
+    a hundred times, but for my memory of you. I could
+    not kill the cur, for to do so would separate us forever.
+    So I bore his taunts, his reviling, his curses, his
+    orders that were insults. You think it was easy? I
+    am a woodsman, a lieutenant of La Salle&rsquo;s, and it has
+    never before been my way to receive insult without a
+    blow. We are not of that breed. Yet I bore it for
+    your sake&ndash;&ndash;why? Because I loved you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Oh, Monsieur!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis naught to the shame of either of us,&rdquo; he continued,
+    now speaking with a calmness which held me
+    silent. &ldquo;And I wish you to know the truth, so far as
+    I can make it clear. This has been in my mind for
+    weeks, and I say it to you now as solemnly as though
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_274"></a>274</span>
+    I knelt before a father confessor. You have been to
+    me a memory of inspiration ever since we first met
+    years ago at that convent in Quebec. I dreamed of
+    you in the wilderness, in the canoe on the great river,
+    and here at St. Louis. Never did <i>voyageur</i> go eastward
+    but I asked him to bring me word from you, and
+    each one, bore from me a message of greeting.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I received none, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I know that; even Sieur de la Salle failed to learn
+    your dwelling place. Yet when he finally chose me
+    as his comrade on this last journey, while I would
+    have followed him gladly even to death, the one hope
+    which held me to the hardships of the trail, was the
+    chance thus given of seeking you myself.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It was I you sought then at the home of Hugo
+    Chevet? not service under Francois Cassion? Yet,
+    when we met, you knew me not.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nay; I had no thought that you were there. &rsquo;Twas
+    told me in Quebec&ndash;&ndash;for what cause I cannot decide&ndash;&ndash;that
+    you had returned to France. I had given up all
+    hope, and that very fact made me blind to your
+    identity. Indeed, I scarce comprehended that you were
+    really Adele la Chesnayne, until we were alone together
+    in the palace of the Intendant. After I left you there,
+    left you facing La Barre; left you knowing of your
+    forced engagement to his commissaire, I reached a
+    decision&ndash;&ndash;I meant to accompany his party to Montreal,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_275"></a>275</span>
+    find some excuse on the way for quarrel, and
+    return to Quebec&ndash;&ndash;and you.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>He paused, but I uttered no word, conscious that my
+    cheeks were burning hotly, and afraid to lift my eyes
+    to his face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You know the rest. I have made the whole journey;
+    I have borne insult, the charge of crime, merely
+    that I might remain, and serve you. Why do I say
+    this? Because tonight&ndash;&ndash;if we succeed in getting
+    through the Indian lines&ndash;&ndash;I shall be again among my
+    old comrades, and shall be no longer a servant to
+    Francois Cassion. I shall stand before him a man, an
+    equal, ready to prove myself with the steel&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur,&rdquo; I burst forth, &ldquo;that must not be;
+    for my sake you will not quarrel!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;For your sake? You would have me spare him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Oh, why do you put it thus, Monsieur! It is so
+    hard for me to explain. You say you love me, and&ndash;&ndash;and
+    the words bring me joy. Ay, I confess that. But
+    do you not see that a blow from your hand struck at
+    Francois Cassion would separate us forever? Surely
+    that is not the end you seek. I would not have you
+    bear affront longer, yet no open quarrel will serve to
+    better our affairs. Certainly no clash of swords. Perhaps
+    it cannot be avoided, for Cassion may so insult
+    you when he sees us together, as to let his insolence
+    go beyond restraint. But I beg of you, Monsieur, to
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_276"></a>276</span>
+    hold your hand, to restrain your temper&ndash;&ndash;for my
+    sake.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You make it a trial, a test?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes&ndash;&ndash;it is a test. But, Monsieur, there is more
+    involved here than mere happiness. You must be
+    cleared of the charge of crime, and I must learn the
+    truth of what caused my marriage. Without these
+    facts the future can hold out no hope for either of us.
+    And there is only one way in which this end can be
+    accomplished&ndash;&ndash;a confession by Cassion. He alone
+    knows the entire story of the conspiracy, and there is
+    but one way in which he can be induced to talk.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You mean the same method you proposed to me
+    back on the Ottawa?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I faced him frankly, my eyes meeting his, no shade
+    of hesitation in my voice.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur, I mean that. You refused me
+    before, but I see no harm, no wrong in the suggestion.
+    If the men we fought were honorable I might hesitate&ndash;&ndash;but
+    they have shown no sense of honor. They have
+    made me their victim, and I am fully justified in turning
+    their own weapons against them. I have never
+    hesitated in my purpose, and I shall not now. I shall
+    use the weapons which God has put into my hands to
+    wring from him the bitter truth&ndash;&ndash;the weapons of a
+    woman, love, and jealousy. Monsieur, am I to fight
+    this fight alone?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_277"></a>277</span></div>
+  <p>At first I thought he would not answer me, although
+    his hand grip tightened, and his eyes looked down into
+    mine, as though he would read the very secret of my
+    heart.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perhaps I did not understand before,&rdquo; he said at
+    last, &ldquo;all that was involved in your decision. I must
+    know now the truth from your own lips before I pledge
+    myself.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ask me what you please; I am not too proud to
+    answer.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I think there must be back of this choice of yours
+    something more vital than hate, more impelling than
+    revenge.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;May I ask you what?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur, and I feel no shame in answering;
+    I love you! Is that enough?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Enough! my sweetheart&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hush!&rdquo; I interrupted, &ldquo;not now&ndash;&ndash;Barbeau returns
+    yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_278"></a>278</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXIV_WE_ATTACK_THE_SAVAGES"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXIV</h2>
+    <h3>WE ATTACK THE SAVAGES</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>It was already so dark that the soldier was almost
+    upon us before I perceived his shadow, but it was
+    evident enough from his first words that he had overheard
+    none of our conversation.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There are no Indians in the village,&rdquo; he said
+    gruffly, leaning on his gun, and staring at us. &ldquo;I got
+    across to a small island, along the trunk of a dead tree,
+    and had good view of the whole bank yonder. The
+    tepees stand, but not a squaw, nor a dog is left.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Were there any canoes in sight along the shore?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only one, broken beyond repair.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then, as I read the story, the tribe fled down the
+    stream, either to join the others on the Illinois, or the
+    whites at the fort. They were evidently not attacked,
+    but had news of the coming of the Iroquois, and
+    escaped without waiting to give battle. &rsquo;Tis not likely
+    the wolves will overlook this village long. Are we
+    ready to go forward?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, the venture must be made, and it is dark
+    enough now.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny&rsquo;s hand pressed my shoulder.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_279"></a>279</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;I would that I could remain with you, Madame,&rdquo;
+    he said quietly, &ldquo;but as I know the way my place is
+    in advance. Barbeau must be your protector.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nor could I ask for a braver. Do not permit any
+    thought of me to make you less vigilant, Monsieur.
+    You expect to gain the fort unseen?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis merely a chance we take&ndash;&ndash;the only one,&rdquo; he
+    explained briefly. &ldquo;I cannot even be certain the fort
+    is in state of siege, yet, without doubt those warriors
+    who went down the river would be in position to prevent
+    our approaching the rock by canoe. There is a
+    secret path here, known only to La Salle&rsquo;s officers,
+    which, however, should give us entrance, unless some
+    wandering Iroquois has discovered it by accident. We
+    must approach with the utmost caution, yet I do not
+    anticipate great peril. Barbeau, do not become separated
+    from Madame, but let me precede you by a
+    hundred paces&ndash;&ndash;you will have no trouble following
+    the trail.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He disappeared in the darkness, vanishing silently,
+    and we stood motionless waiting our turn to advance.
+    Neither spoke, Barbeau leaning forward, his gun extended,
+    alert and ready. The intense darkness, the
+    quiet night, the mystery lurking amid those shadows
+    beyond, all combined to arouse within me a sense of
+    danger. I could feel the swift pounding of my heart,
+    and I clasped the sleeve of the soldier&rsquo;s jacket merely
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_280"></a>280</span>
+    to assure myself of his actual presence. The pressure
+    of my fingers caused him to glance about.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do not be frightened, Madame,&rdquo; he whispered
+    encouragingly. &ldquo;There would be firing yonder if the
+    Iroquois blocked our path.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Fear not for me,&rdquo; I answered, surprised at the
+    steadiness of my voice. &ldquo;It is the lonely silence which
+    makes me shrink; as soon as we advance I shall have
+    my nerve again. Have we not waited long enough?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, come; but be careful where you place your
+    feet.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He led the way, walking with such slow caution,
+    that, although I followed step by step, not a sound
+    reached my ears. Dark as the night was, our eyes,
+    accustomed to the gloom, were able to distinguish the
+    marks of the trail, and follow its windings without
+    much difficulty. Many a moccasined foot had passed
+    that way before us, beating down a hard path through
+    the sod, and pressing aside the low bushes which helped
+    to conceal the passage. At first we followed rather
+    closely the bank of the stream; then the narrow trail
+    swerved to the right, entering a gap between two hills,
+    ever tending to a higher altitude. We circled about
+    large rocks, and up a ravine, through which we found
+    barely room for passage, the walls rising steep and
+    high on either side. It was intensely dark down there,
+    yet impossible for us to escape the trail, and at the
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_281"></a>281</span>
+    end of that passage we emerged into an open space,
+    enclosed with woods, and having a grit of sand under
+    foot. Here the trail seemed to disappear, but Barbeau
+    struck straight across, and in the forest shade
+    beyond we found De Artigny waiting.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do not shoot,&rdquo; he whispered. &ldquo;I was afraid you
+    might misjudge the way here, as the sand leaves no
+    clear trace. The rest of the passage is through the
+    woods, and up a steep hill. You are not greatly
+    wearied, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Oh, no; I have made some false steps in the dark,
+    but the pace has been slow. Do we approach the
+    fort?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A half league beyond; a hundred yards more, and
+    we begin the climb. There we will be in the zone of
+    danger, although thus far I perceive no sign of Indian
+    presence. Have you, Barbeau?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;None except this feather of a war bonnet I picked
+    up at the big rock below.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A feather! Is it Iroquois?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It is cut square, and no Algonquin ever does that.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, let me see! You are right, Barbeau; &rsquo;twas
+    dropped from a Tuscarora war bonnet. Then the
+    wolves have been this way.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Could it not be possible,&rdquo; I asked, &ldquo;that the
+    feather was spoil of war dropped by some Miami in
+    flight?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_282"></a>282</span></div>
+  <p>He shook his head.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Possible perhaps, but not probable; some white
+    man may have passed this way with trophy, but no
+    Illinois Indian would dare such venture. I have seen
+    them before in Iroquois foray. I like not the sign,
+    Barbeau, yet there is naught for us to do now, but go
+    on. We dare not be found without the fort at daybreak.
+    Keep within thirty paces of me, and guard the
+    lady well.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>It was a dense woods we entered, and how Barbeau
+    kept to the trail will ever be to me a mystery. No
+    doubt the instinct of a woodsman guided him somewhat,
+    and then, with his moccasined feet, he could
+    feel the slight depression in the earth, and thus cling
+    to the narrow path. I would have been lost in a
+    moment, had I not clung to him, and we moved forward
+    like two snails, scarcely venturing to breathe, our
+    motions as silent as a wild panther stalking its prey.</p>
+  <p>Except for a faint rustling of leaves overhead no
+    sound was distinguishable, although once we were
+    startled by some wild thing scurrying across our path,
+    the sudden noise it made causing me to give utterance
+    to a half-stifled cry. I could feel how tense was every
+    muscle in the soldier&rsquo;s body, as he advanced steadily
+    step by step, his gun flung forward, each nerve
+    strained to the utmost.</p>
+  <p>We crossed the wood, and began to climb among
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_283"></a>283</span>
+    loose stones, finally finding solid rock beneath our feet,
+    the path skirting the edge of what seemed to be a deep
+    gash in the earth, and winding about wherever it
+    could find passage. The way grew steeper and
+    steeper, and more difficult to traverse, although, as we
+    thus rose above the tree limit, the shadows became less
+    dense, and we were able dimly to perceive objects a
+    yard or two in advance. I strained my eyes over Barbeau&rsquo;s
+    shoulder, but could gain no glimpse of De
+    Artigny. Then we rounded a sharp edge of rock, and
+    met him blocking the narrow way.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The red devils are there,&rdquo; he said, his voice barely
+    audible. &ldquo;Beyond the curve in the bank. &rsquo;Twas God&rsquo;s
+    mercy I had glimpse in time, or I would have walked
+    straight into their midst. A stone dropping into the
+    ravine warned me, and I crept on all fours to where
+    I could see.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You counted them?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hardly that in this darkness; yet &rsquo;tis no small
+    party. &rsquo;Twould be my judgment there are twenty
+    warriors there.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And the fort?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Short rifle shot away. Once past this party, and
+    the way is easy. Here is my thought Barbeau. There
+    is no firing, and this party of wolves are evidently
+    hidden in ambush. They have found the trail, and
+    expect some party from the fort to pass this way.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_284"></a>284</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Or else,&rdquo; said the other thoughtfully, &ldquo;they lie
+    in wait for an assault at daylight&ndash;&ndash;that would be
+    Indian war.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;True, such might be their purpose, but in either
+    case one thing remains true&ndash;&ndash;they anticipate no
+    attack from below. All their vigilance is in the other
+    direction. A swift attack, a surprise will drive them
+    into panic. &rsquo;Tis a grave risk I know, but there is no
+    other passage to the fort.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If we had arms, it might be done.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We&rsquo;ll give them no time to discover what we have&ndash;&ndash;a
+    shot, a yell, a rush forward. &rsquo;Twill all be over
+    with before a devil among them gets his second breath.
+    Then &rsquo;tis not likely the garrison is asleep. If we
+    once get by there will be help in plenty to hold back
+    pursuit. &rsquo;Tis a desperate chance I admit, but have
+    you better to propose?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The soldier stood silent, fingering his gun, until
+    De Artigny asked impatiently:</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You have none?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I know not the passage; is there no way around?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No; this trail leads alone to the fort gate. I anticipated
+    this, and thought it all out as I came along. In
+    the surprise at the first attack, the savages will never
+    know whether we be two or a dozen. They will have
+    no guard in this direction, and we can creep almost
+    upon them before attempting a rush. The two in
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_285"></a>285</span>
+    advance should be safely past before they recover
+    sufficiently to make any fight. It will be all done in
+    the dark, you know.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You will go first, with the lady?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No; that is to be your task; I will cover the rear.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I heard these words, yet it was not my privilege to
+    protest. Indeed, I felt that he was right, and my
+    courage made response to his decision.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If this be the best way possible,&rdquo; I said quietly,
+    for both men glanced questioningly at me, &ldquo;then do
+    not think of me as helpless, or a burden. I will do
+    all I can to aid you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Never have I doubted that,&rdquo; exclaimed De Artigny
+    heartily. &ldquo;So then the affair is settled. Barbeau,
+    creep forward about the bank; be a savage now, and
+    make no noise until I give the word. You next,
+    Madame, and keep close enough to touch your leader.
+    The instant I yell, and Barbeau fires, the two of you
+    leap up, and rush forward. Pay no heed to me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You would have us desert you, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It will be every one for himself,&rdquo; he answered
+    shortly. &ldquo;I take my chance, but shall not be far
+    behind.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>We clasped hands, and then, as Barbeau advanced
+    to the corner, I followed, my only thought now to
+    do all that was required of me. I did not glance backward,
+    yet was aware that De Artigny was close behind.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_286"></a>286</span>
+    My heart beat fiercely, but I was not conscious of fear,
+    although a moment later, I could perceive the dim
+    figures of savages. They were but mere vague shadows
+    in the night, and I made no attempt to count them,
+    only realizing that they were grouped together in the
+    trail. I could not have told how they faced, but there
+    was a faint sound of guttural speech, which proved
+    them unsuspicious of danger. Barbeau, lying low like
+    a snake, crept cautiously forward, making not the
+    slightest noise, and closely hugging the deeper shadow
+    of the bank. I endeavored to imitate his every motion,
+    almost dragging my body forward by gripping my fingers
+    into the rock-strewn earth.
+  </p>
+  <p>We advanced by inches, pausing now and then to
+    listen breathlessly to the low murmur of the Indian
+    voices, and endeavoring to note any change in the
+    posture of the barely distinguishable figures. There
+    was no alarm, no changing of places, and the success
+    of our approach brought to us new confidence. Once
+    a savage form, appearing grotesque in its blanket, suddenly
+    stood erect, and we shrunk close to the ground
+    in terror of discovery. An instant of agony followed,
+    in which we held our breath, staring through the dark,
+    every nerve throbbing. But the fellow merely stretched
+    his arms lazily, uttered some guttural word, and
+    resumed his place.</p>
+  <p>Once the gleam of a star reflected from a rifle barrel
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_287"></a>287</span>
+    as its owner shifted position; but nothing else
+    occurred to halt our steady advance. We were within
+    a very few yards of them, so close, indeed, I could distinguish
+    the individual forms, when Barbeau paused,
+    and, with deliberate caution, rose on one knee. Realizing
+    instantly that he was preparing for the desperate
+    leap, I also lifted my body, and braced myself for the
+    effort. De Artigny touched me, and spoke, but his
+    voice was so low it scarcely reached my ears.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do not hesitate; run swift, and straight. Give
+    Barbeau the signal.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>What followed is to me a delirium of fever, and
+    remains in memory indistinct and uncertain. I reached
+    out, and touched Barbeau; I heard the sudden roar of
+    De Artigny&rsquo;s voice, the sharp report of the soldier&rsquo;s
+    rifle. The flame cut the dark as though it was the
+    blade of a knife, and, in the swift red glare, I saw a
+    savage fling up his arms and fall headlong. Then all
+    was chaos, confusion, death. Nothing touched me,
+    not even a gripping hand, but there were Indian shots,
+    giving me glimpse of the hellish scene, of naked
+    bodies, long waving hair, eyes mad with terror, and
+    red arms brandished, the rifles they bore shining in
+    the red glare.</p>
+  <p>I saw Barbeau grip his gun by the barrel and strike
+    as he ran. Again and again it fell crunching against
+    flesh. A savage hand slashed at him with a gleaming
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_288"></a>288</span>
+    knife, but I struck the red arm with my pistol butt,
+    and the Indian fell flat, leaving the way open. We
+    dashed through, but Barbeau grasped me, and thrust
+    me ahead of him, and whirled about, with uplifted
+    rifle to aid De Artigny who faced two warriors,
+    naked knife in hand.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Run, Madame, for the fort,&rdquo; he shouted above
+    the uproar. &ldquo;To my help, Barbeau!&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_289"></a>289</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXV_WITHIN_THE_FORT"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXV</h2>
+    <h3>WITHIN THE FORT</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>I doubt if I paused a second, yet that was enough
+    to give me glimpse of the weird scene. I saw De
+    Artigny lunge with his knife, a huge savage reeling
+    beneath the stroke, and Barbeau cleave passage to the
+    rescue, the stock of his gun shattered as he struck
+    fiercely at the red devils who blocked his path.</p>
+  <p>Outnumbered, helpless for long in that narrow
+    space, their only hope lay in a sortie by the garrison,
+    and it was my part to give the alarm. Even as I
+    sprang forward, a savage leaped from the ruck, but
+    I escaped his hand, and raced up the dark trail, the one
+    thought urging me on. God knows how I made it&ndash;&ndash;to
+    me &rsquo;tis but a memory of falls over unseen obstacles,
+    of reckless running; yet the distance could have been
+    scarce more than a hundred yards, before my eyes
+    saw the darker shadow of the stockade outlined against
+    the sky.</p>
+  <p>Crying out with full strength of my voice I burst
+    into the little open space, then tripped and fell just as
+    the gate swung wide, and I saw a dozen dark forms
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_290"></a>290</span>
+    emerge. One leaped forward and grasped me, lifting
+    me partly to my feet.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! a woman!&rdquo; he exclaimed in startled
+    voice. &ldquo;What means this, in Heaven&rsquo;s name?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Quick,&rdquo; I gasped, breaking away, able now to
+    stand on my own feet. &ldquo;They are fighting there&ndash;&ndash;two
+    white men&ndash;&ndash;De Artigny&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What, Rene! Ay, lads, to the rescue! Cartier,
+    take the lady within. Come with me you others.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>They swept past me, the leader well in advance. I
+    felt the rush as they passed, and had glimpse of vague
+    figures &rsquo;ere they disappeared in the darkness. Then
+    I was alone, except for the bearded soldier who
+    grasped my arm.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Who was that?&rdquo; I asked, &ldquo;the man who led?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Boisrondet, Francois de Boisrondet.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;An officer of La Salle&rsquo;s? You then are of his
+    company?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am,&rdquo; a bit proudly, &ldquo;but most of the lads yonder
+    belong with De Baugis. Now we fight a common
+    foe, and forget our own quarrel. Did you say Rene de
+    Artigny was in the fighting yonder?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; he and a soldier named Barbeau.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The fellow stood silent, shifting his feet.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas told us he was dead,&rdquo; he said finally, with
+    effort. &ldquo;Some more of La Barre&rsquo;s men arrived three
+    days ago by boat, under a popinjay they call Cassion
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_291"></a>291</span>
+    to recruit De Baugis&rsquo; forces. De la Durantaye was
+    with him from the portage, so that now they outnumber
+    us three to one. You know this Cassion,
+    Madame?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, I traveled with his party from Montreal.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, then you will know the truth no doubt. De
+    Tonty and Cassion were at swords points over a charge
+    the latter made against Rene de Artigny&ndash;&ndash;that he
+    had murdered one of the party at St. Ignace.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hugo Chevet, the fur trader.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, that was the name. We of La Salle&rsquo;s company
+    know it to be a lie. <i>Sacre</i>! I have served with
+    that lad two years, and &rsquo;tis not in his nature to knife
+    any man in the back. And so De Tonty said, and he
+    gave Cassion the lie straight in his teeth. I heard their
+    words, and but for De Baugis and De la Durantaye,
+    Francois Cassion would have paid well for his false
+    tongue. Now you can tell him the truth.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I shall do that, but even my word, I fear, will not
+    clear De Artigny of the charge. I believe the man to
+    be innocent; in my heart there is no doubt, yet there
+    is so little to be proven.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Cassion speaks bitterly; he is an enemy.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur Cassion is my husband,&rdquo; I said regretfully.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your pardon, Madame. Ah, I understand it all
+    now. You were supposed to have been drowned in
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_292"></a>292</span>
+    the great lake, but were saved by De Artigny. &rsquo;Twill
+    be a surprise for Monsieur, but in this land, we witness
+    strange things. <i>Mon Dieu</i>! see, they come yonder;
+    &rsquo;tis Boisrondet and his men.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>They approached in silence, mere shadowy figures,
+    whose numbers I could not count, but those in advance
+    bore a helpless body in their arms, and my heart
+    seemed to stop its beating, until I heard De Artigny&rsquo;s
+    voice in cheerful greeting.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What, still here, Madame, and the gate beyond
+    open,&rdquo; he took my hand, and lifted it to his lips. &ldquo;My
+    congratulations; your work was well done, and our
+    lives thank you. Madame Cassion, this is my comrade,
+    Francois Boisrondet, whose voice I was never
+    more glad to hear than this night. I commend him to
+    your mercy.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Boisrondet, a mere shadow in the night, swept the
+    earth with his hat.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I mind me the time,&rdquo; he said courteously, &ldquo;when
+    Rene did me equal service.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The savages have fled?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas short, and sweet, Madame, and those who
+    failed to fly are lying yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yet some among you are hurt?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Barbeau hath an ugly wound&ndash;&ndash;ay, bear him
+    along, lads, and have the cut looked to&ndash;&ndash;but as for
+    the rest of us, there is no serious harm done.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_293"></a>293</span></div>
+  <p>I was gazing at De Artigny, and marked how he
+    held one hand to his side.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you, Monsieur; you are unscathed?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Except for a small wound here, and a head which
+    rings yet from savage blows&ndash;&ndash;no more than a night&rsquo;s
+    rest will remedy. Come, Madame &rsquo;tis time we were
+    within, and the gates closed.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Is there still danger then? Surely now that we are
+    under protection there will be no attack?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not from those we have passed, but &rsquo;tis told me
+    there are more than a thousand Iroquois warriors in
+    the valley, and the garrison has less than fifty men all
+    told. It was luck we got through so easily. Ay,
+    Boisrondet, we are ready.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>That was my first glimpse of the interior of a frontier
+    fort, and, although I saw only the little open space
+    lighted by a few waving torches, the memory abides
+    with distinctness. A body of men met us at the gate,
+    dim, indistinct figures, a few among them evidently
+    soldiers from their dress, but the majority clothed in
+    the ordinary garb of the wilderness. Save for one
+    Indian squaw, not a woman was visible, nor did I
+    recognize a familiar face, as the fellows, each man
+    bearing a rifle, surged about us in noisy welcome,
+    eagerly questioning those who had gone forth to our
+    rescue. Yet we were scarcely within, and the gates
+    closed, when a man pressed his way forward through
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_294"></a>294</span>
+    the throng, in voice of authority bidding them stand
+    aside. A blazing torch cast its red light over him,
+    revealing a slender figure attired in frontier garb, a
+    dark face, made alive by a pair of dense brown eyes,
+    which met mine in a stare of surprise.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Back safe, Boisrondet,&rdquo; he exclaimed sharply,
+    &ldquo;and have brought in a woman. &rsquo;Tis a strange sight
+    in this land. Were any of our lads hurt?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;None worth reporting, Monsieur. The man they
+    carried was a soldier of M. de la Durantaye. He was
+    struck down before we reached the party. There is
+    an old comrade here.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;An old comrade! Lift the torch, Jacques. Faith,
+    there are so few left I would not miss the sight of such
+    a face.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He stared about at us, for an instant uncertain; then
+    took a quick step forward, his hand outstretched.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Rene de Artigny!&rdquo; he cried, his joy finding
+    expression in his face. &ldquo;Ay, an old comrade, indeed,
+    and only less welcome here than M. de la Salle himself.
+    &rsquo;Twas a bold trick you played tonight, but not unlike
+    many another I have seen you venture. You bring me
+    message from Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only that he has sailed safely for France to have
+    audience with Louis. I saw him aboard ship, and was
+    bidden to tell you to bide here in patience, and seek
+    no quarrel with De Baugis.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_295"></a>295</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Easy enough to say; but in all truth I need not
+    seek quarrel&ndash;&ndash;it comes my way without seeking. De
+    Baugis was not so bad&ndash;&ndash;a bit high strung, perhaps,
+    and boastful of his rank, yet not so ill a comrade&ndash;&ndash;but
+    there is a newcomer here, a popinjay named Cassion,
+    with whom I cannot abide. Ah, but you know
+    the beast, for you journeyed west in his company.
+    <i>Sacre</i>! the man charged you with murder, and I gave
+    him the lie to his teeth. Not two hours ago we had
+    our swords out, but now you can answer for yourself.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>De Artigny hesitated, his eyes meeting mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I fear, Monsieur de Tonty,&rdquo; he said finally, &ldquo;the
+    answer may not be so easily made. If it were point
+    of sword now, I could laugh at the man, but he possesses
+    some ugly facts difficult to explain.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yet &rsquo;twas not your hand which did the deed?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I pledge you my word to that. Yet this is no
+    time to talk of the matter. I have wounds to be looked
+    to, and would learn first how Barbeau fares. You
+    know not the lady; but of course not, or your tongue
+    would never have spoken so freely&ndash;&ndash;Monsieur de
+    Tonty, Madame Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He straightened up, his eyes on my face. For an
+    instant he stood motionless; then swept the hat from
+    his head, and bent low.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your pardon, Madame; we of the wilderness become
+    rough of speech. I should have known, for a
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_296"></a>296</span>
+    rumor reached me of your accident. You owe life,
+    no doubt, to Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; he has been my kind friend.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He would not be the one I love else. We know
+    men on this frontier, Madame, and this lad hath seen
+    years of service by my side.&rdquo; His hand rested on
+    De Artigny&rsquo;s shoulder. &ldquo;&rsquo;Twas only natural then
+    that I should resent M. Cassion&rsquo;s charge of murder.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I share your faith in the innocence of M. de
+    Artigny,&rdquo; I answered firmly enough, &ldquo;but beyond this
+    assertion I can say nothing.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Naturally not, Madame. Yet we must move
+    along. You can walk, Rene?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, my hurts are mostly bruises.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The torches led the way, the dancing flames lighting
+    up the scene. There was hard, packed earth under our
+    feet, nor did I realize yet that this Fort St. Louis occupied
+    the summit of a great rock, protected on three
+    sides by precipices, towering high above the river.
+    Sharpened palisades of logs surrounded us on every
+    side, with low log houses built against them, on the
+    roofs of which riflemen could stand in safety to guard
+    the valley below.</p>
+  <p>The central space was open except for two small
+    buildings, one from its shape a chapel, and the other,
+    as I learned later, the guardhouse. A fire blazed at
+    the farther end of the enclosure, with a number of men
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_297"></a>297</span>
+    lounging about it, and illumined the front of a more
+    pretentious building, which apparently extended across
+    that entire end. This building, having the appearance
+    of a barrack, exhibited numerous doors and windows,
+    with a narrow porch in front, on which I perceived
+    a group of men.
+  </p>
+  <p>As we approached more closely, De Tonty walking
+    between De Artigny and myself, a soldier ran up the
+    steps, and made some report. Instantly the group
+    broke, and two men strode past the fire, and met us.
+    One was a tall, imposing figure in dragoon uniform, a
+    sword at his thigh, his face full bearded; the other
+    whom I recognized instantly with a swift intake of
+    breath, was Monsieur Cassion. He was a stride in
+    advance, his eyes searching me out in the dim light, his
+    face flushed from excitement.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! what is this I hear,&rdquo; he exclaimed,
+    staring at the three of us as though doubting the evidence
+    of his own eyes. &ldquo;My wife alive? Ay, by my
+    faith, it is indeed Adele.&rdquo; He grasped me by the arm,
+    but even at that instant his glance fell upon De
+    Artigny, and his manner changed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Saint Anne! and what means this! So &rsquo;tis with
+    this rogue you have been wandering the wilderness!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He tugged at his sword, but the dragoon caught his
+    arm.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nay, wait, Cassion. &rsquo;Twill be best to learn the
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_298"></a>298</span>
+    truth before resorting to blows. Perchance Monsieur
+    Tonty can explain clearly what has happened.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It is explained already,&rdquo; answered the Italian, and
+    he took a step forward as though to protect us. &ldquo;These
+    two, with a soldier of M. de la Durantaye, endeavored
+    to reach the fort, and were attacked by Iroquois. We
+    dispatched men to their rescue, and have all now safe
+    within the palisades. What more would you learn,
+    Messieurs?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion pressed forward, and fronted him, angered
+    beyond control.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We know all that,&rdquo; he roared savagely. &ldquo;But I
+    would learn why they hid themselves from me. Ay,
+    Madame, but I will make you talk when once we are
+    alone! But now I denounce this man as the murderer
+    of Hugo Chevet, and order him under arrest. Here,
+    lads, seize the fellow.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_299"></a>299</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXVI_IN_DE_BAUGIS_QUARTERS"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXVI</h2>
+    <h3>IN DE BAUGIS&rsquo; QUARTERS</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>De Tonty never gave way an inch, as a dozen
+    soldiers advanced at Cassion&rsquo;s order.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Wait men!&rdquo; he said sternly. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no time, with
+    Iroquois about, to start a quarrel, yet if a hand be
+    laid on this lad here in anger, we, who are of La Salle&rsquo;s
+    Company, will protect him with our lives&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You defend a murderer?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No; a comrade. Listen to me, Cassion, and you
+    De Baugis. I have held quiet to your dictation, but no
+    injustice shall be done to comrade of mine save by
+    force of arms. I know naught of your quarrel, or
+    your charges of crime against De Artigny, but the lad
+    is going to have fair play. He is no <i>courier du bois</i>
+    to be killed for your vengeance, but an officer under
+    Sieur de la Salle, entitled to trial and judgment.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He was my guide; I have authority.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not now, Monsieur. &rsquo;Tis true he served you, and
+    was your <i>engag&eacute;</i> on the voyage hither. But even in
+    that service, he obeyed the orders of La Salle. Now,
+    within these palisades, he is an officer of this garrison,
+    and subject only to me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_300"></a>300</span></div>
+  <p>De Baugis spoke, his voice cold, contemptuous.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You refuse obedience to the Governor of New
+    France?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; I am under orders to obey. There
+    will be no trouble between us if you are just to my
+    men. La Barre is not here to decide this, but I am.&rdquo;
+    He put his hand on De Artigny&rsquo;s shoulder. &ldquo;Monsieur
+    Cassion charges this man with murder. He is
+    an officer of my command, and I arrest him. He shall
+    be protected, and given a fair trial. What more can
+    you ask?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You will protect him! help him to escape, rather!&rdquo;
+    burst out Cassion. &ldquo;That is the scheme, De Baugis.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your words are insult, Monsieur, and I bear no
+    more. If you seek quarrel, you shall have it. I am
+    your equal, Monsieur, and my commission comes from
+    the King. Ah, M. de la Durantaye, what say you of
+    this matter?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>A man, broad shouldered, in the dress of a woodsman,
+    elbowed his way through the throng of soldiers.
+    He had a strong, good-humored face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;In faith, I heard little of the controversy, yet &rsquo;tis
+    like I know the gist of it, as I have just conversed with
+    a wounded soldier of mine, Barbeau, who repeated the
+    story as he understood it. My hand to you, Sieur de
+    Artigny, and it seems to me, Messieurs, that De Tonty
+    hath the right of it.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_301"></a>301</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;You take his side against us who hath the authority
+    of the Governor?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Pah! that is not the issue. Tis merely a question
+    of justice to this lad here. I stand for fair trial with
+    Henri de Tonty, and will back my judgment with my
+    sword.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>They stood eye to eye, the four of them, and the
+    group of soldiers seemed to divide, each company
+    drawing together. Cassion growled some vague threat,
+    but De Baugis took another course, gripping his companion
+    by the arm.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Francois, &rsquo;tis not worth the danger,&rdquo; he
+    expostulated. &ldquo;There will be no crossing of steel.
+    Monsieur Cassion, no doubt, hath reason to be angered&ndash;&ndash;but
+    not I. The man shall have his trial, and we
+    will learn the right and wrong of all this presently.
+    Monsieur Tonty, the prisoner is left in your charge.
+    Fall back men&ndash;&ndash;to your barracks. Madame, permit
+    me to offer you my escort.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To where, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To the only quarters fitted for your reception,&rdquo;
+    he said gallantly, &ldquo;those I have occupied since arrival
+    here.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You vacate them for me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;With the utmost pleasure,&rdquo; bowing gallantly. &ldquo;I
+    beg of you their acceptance; your husband has been
+    my guest, and will join with me in exile.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_302"></a>302</span></div>
+  <p>I glanced at De Tonty, who yet stood with hand on
+    De Artigny&rsquo;s shoulder, a little cordon of his own men
+    gathered closely about them. My eyes encountered
+    those of the younger officer. As I turned away I
+    found myself confronted by Cassion. The very sight
+    of his face brought me instant decision, and I spoke
+    my acceptance before he could utter the words trembling
+    on his lips.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I will use your quarters gladly, Captain de Baugis,&rdquo;
+    I said quietly, &ldquo;but will ask to be left there undisturbed.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Most assuredly, Madame&ndash;&ndash;my servant will
+    accompany you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then good-night, Messieurs,&rdquo; I faced Cassion,
+    meeting his eyes frankly. &ldquo;I am greatly wearied, and
+    would rest; tomorrow I will speak with you, Monsieur.
+    Permit me to pass.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He stood aside, unable to affront me, although the
+    anger in his face, was evidence enough of brewing
+    trouble. No doubt he had boasted of me to De Baugis,
+    and felt no desire now to have our true relations exposed
+    thus publicly. I passed him, glancing at none
+    of the others, and followed the soldier across the
+    beaten parade. A moment later I was safely hidden
+    within a two-roomed cabin.</p>
+  <p>Everything within had an appearance of neatness,
+    almost as if a woman had arranged its furnishings. I
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_303"></a>303</span>
+    glanced about in pleased surprise, as the soldier placed
+    fresh fuel on the cheerful fire blazing in the fireplace,
+    and drew closer the drapery over the single window.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Madame will find it comfortable?&rdquo; he said, pausing
+    at the door.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Quite so,&rdquo; I answered. &ldquo;One could scarcely anticipate
+    so delightful a spot in this Indian land.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur de Baugis has the privilege of Sieur de
+    la Salle&rsquo;s quarters,&rdquo; he answered, eager to explain,
+    &ldquo;and besides brought with him many comforts of his
+    own. But for the Iroquois we would be quite happy.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They have proven dangerous?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not to us within the fort. A few white men were
+    surprised without and killed, but, except for shortness
+    of provisions and powder and ball, we are safe enough
+    here. Tomorrow you will see how impregnable is
+    the Rock from savage attack.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have heard there are a thousand Iroquois in the
+    valley.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, and possibly more, and we are but a handful
+    in defense, yet their only approach is along that path
+    you came tonight. The cowardly Illini fled down the
+    river; had they remained here we would have driven
+    the vermin out before this, for &rsquo;tis said they fight well
+    with white leaders.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I made no reply, and the man disappeared into the
+    darkness, closing the heavy door behind him, and leaving
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_304"></a>304</span>
+    me alone. I made it secure with an oaken bar, and
+    sank down before the fire on a great shaggy bear skin.
+    I was alone at last, safe from immediate danger, able
+    to think of the strange conditions surrounding me, and
+    plan for the future. The seriousness of the situation
+    I realized clearly, and also the fact that all depended
+    on my action&ndash;&ndash;even the life of Rene de Artigny.
+  </p>
+  <p>I sat staring into the fire, no longer aware of fatigue,
+    or feeling any sense of sleepiness. The thick log walls
+    of the cabin shut out all noise; I was conscious of a
+    sense of security, of protection, and yet comprehended
+    clearly what the new day would bring. I should have
+    to face Cassion, and in what spirit could I meet him
+    best? Thus far I had been fortunate in escaping his
+    denunciation, but I realized the reason which had compelled
+    his silence&ndash;&ndash;pride, the fear of ridicule, had
+    sealed his lips. I was legally his wife, given to him
+    by Holy Church, yet for weeks, months, during all our
+    long wilderness journey, I had held aloof from him,
+    mocking his efforts, and making light of his endeavors.
+    It had been maddening, no doubt, and rendered worse
+    by his growing jealousy of De Artigny.</p>
+  <p>Then I had vanished, supposedly drowned in the
+    great lake. He had sought me vainly along the shore,
+    and finally turned away, convinced of my death, and
+    that De Artigny had also perished.</p>
+  <p>Once at the fort, companioning with De Baugis, and
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_305"></a>305</span>
+    with no one to deny the truth of his words, his very
+    nature would compel him to boast of his marriage to
+    Adele la Chesnayne. No doubt he had told many a
+    vivid tale of happiness since we left Quebec. Ay, not
+    only had he thus boasted of conquests over me, but he
+    had openly charged De Artigny with murder, feeling
+    safe enough in the belief that we were both dead. And
+    now when we appeared before him alive and together,
+    he had been for the moment too dazed for expression.
+    Before De Baugis he dare not confess the truth, yet
+    this very fact would only leave him the more furious.
+    And I knew instinctively the course the man would
+    pursue. His one thought, his one purpose, would be
+    revenge&ndash;&ndash;nothing would satisfy him except the death
+    of De Artigny. Personally I had little to fear; I knew
+    his cowardice, and that he would never venture to use
+    physical force with me. Even if he did I could rely
+    upon the gallantry of De Tonty, and of De Baugis for
+    protection. No, he would try threats, entreaties, slyness,
+    cajolery, but his real weapon to overcome my
+    opposition would be De Artigny. And there he
+    possessed power.
+  </p>
+  <p>I felt in no way deceived as to this. The ugly facts,
+    as Cassion was able to present them, would without
+    doubt, condemn the younger man. He had no defense
+    to offer, except his own assertion of innocence. Even
+    if I told what I knew it would only strengthen the
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_306"></a>306</span>
+    chain of circumstance, and make his guilt appear
+    clearer.
+  </p>
+  <p>De Tonty would be his friend, faithful to the end;
+    and I possessed faith in the justice of De Baugis, yet
+    the facts of the case could not be ignored&ndash;&ndash;and these,
+    unexplained, tipped with the venom of Cassion&rsquo;s
+    hatred, were sufficient to condemn the prisoner. And
+    he was helpless to aid himself; if he was to be saved,
+    I must save him. How? There was but one possible
+    way&ndash;&ndash;discovery of proof that some other committed
+    the crime. I faced the situation hopelessly, confessing
+    frankly to myself that I loved the man accused; that
+    I would willingly sacrifice myself to save him.</p>
+  <p>I felt no shame at this acknowledgment, and in my
+    heart there was no shadow of regret. Yet I sat there
+    stunned, helpless, gazing with heavy eyes into the fire,
+    unable to determine a course of action, or devise any
+    method of escape.</p>
+  <p>Unable longer to remain quiet, I got to my feet, and
+    my eyes surveyed the room. So immersed in thought
+    I had not before really noted my surroundings, but
+    now I glanced about, actuated by a vague curiosity.
+    The hut contained two rooms, the walls of squared
+    logs, partially concealed by the skins of wild animals,
+    the roof so low I could almost touch it with my hand.</p>
+  <p>A table and two chairs, rudely made with axe and
+    knife, comprised the entire furniture, but a small mirror,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_307"></a>307</span>
+    unframed, hung suspended against the farther
+    wall. I glanced at my reflection in the glass, surprised
+    to learn how little change the weeks had made in my
+    appearance. It was still the face of a girl which gazed
+    back at me, with clear, wide-open eyes, and cheeks
+    flushed in the firelight. Strange to say the very sight
+    of my youthfulness was a disappointment and brought
+    with it doubt. How could I fight these men? how
+    could I hope to win against their schemes, and plans
+    of vengeance?
+  </p>
+  <p>I opened the single window, and leaned out, grateful
+    for the fresh air blowing against my face, but unable
+    to perceive the scene below shrouded in darkness. Far
+    away, down the valley, was the red glow of a fire, its
+    flame reflecting over the surface of the river. I knew
+    I stared down into a great void, but could hear no
+    sound except a faint gurgle of water directly beneath.
+    I closed the window shutter, and, urged by some impulse,
+    crossed over to the door leading to the other
+    apartment. It was a sleeping room, scarcely more than
+    a large closet, with garments hanging on pegs against
+    the logs, and two rude bunks opposite the door. But
+    the thing which captured my eyes was a bag of brown
+    leather lying on the floor at the head of one of the
+    bunks&ndash;&ndash;a shapeless bag, having no distinctive mark
+    about it, and yet which I instantly recognized&ndash;&ndash;since
+    we left Quebec it had been in our boat.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_308"></a>308</span></div>
+  <p>As I stood staring at it, I remembered the words of
+    De Baugis, &ldquo;your husband has been my guest.&rdquo; Ay,
+    that was it&ndash;&ndash;this had been Cassion&rsquo;s quarters since
+    his arrival, and this was his bag, the one he kept beside
+    him in the canoe, his private property. My heart
+    beat wildly in the excitement of discovery, yet there
+    was no hesitation; instantly I was upon my knees tugging
+    at the straps. They yielded easily, and I forced
+    the leather aside, gaining glimpse of the contents.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_309"></a>309</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXVII_I_SEND_FOR_DE_TONTY"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXVII</h2>
+    <h3>I SEND FOR DE TONTY</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>I discovered nothing but clothes at first&ndash;&ndash;moccasins,
+    and numerous undergarments&ndash;&ndash;together
+    with a uniform, evidently new, and quite gorgeous.
+    The removal of these, however, revealed a
+    pocket in the leather side, securely fastened, and on
+    opening this with trembling fingers, a number of papers
+    were disclosed.</p>
+  <p>Scarcely venturing to breathe, hardly knowing what
+    I hoped to find, I drew these forth, and glanced hastily
+    at them. Surely the man would bear nothing unimportant
+    with him on such a journey; these must be
+    papers of value, for I had noted with what care he
+    had guarded the bag all the way. Yet at first I discovered
+    nothing to reward my search&ndash;&ndash;there was a
+    package of letters, carefully bound with a strong cord,
+    a commission from La Barre, creating Cassion a Major
+    of Infantry, a number of receipts issued in Montreal,
+    a list of goods purchased at St. Ignace, and a roster of
+    men composing the expedition.</p>
+  <p>At last from one corner of the pocket, I drew forth
+    a number of closely written pages, evidently the Governor&rsquo;s
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_310"></a>310</span>
+    instruction. They were traced in so fine a hand
+    that I was obliged to return beside the fire to decipher
+    their contents. They were written in detail, largely
+    concerned with matters of routine, especially referring
+    to relations with the garrison of the fort, and Cassion&rsquo;s
+    authority over De Baugis, but the closing paragraph
+    had evidently been added later, and had personal interest.
+    It read: &ldquo;Use your discretion as to De Artigny,
+    but violence will hardly be safe; he is thought too well
+    of by La Salle, and that fox may get Louis&rsquo; ear again.
+    We had best be cautious. Chevet, however, has no
+    friends, and, I am told, possesses a list of the La
+    Chesnayne property, and other documents which had
+    best be destroyed. Do not fail in this, nor fear results.
+    We have gone too far to hesitate now.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I took this page, and thrust it into my breast. It was
+    not much, and yet it might prove the one needed link.
+    I ran through the packet of letters, but they apparently
+    had no bearing on the case. Several were from
+    women; others from officers, mere gossipy epistles of
+    camp and field. Only one was from La Barre, and
+    that contained nothing of importance, except the writer
+    urged Cassion to postpone marriage until his return
+    from the West, adding, &ldquo;there is no suspicion, and I
+    can easily keep things quiet until then.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Assured that I had overlooked nothing, I thrust the
+    various articles back, restrapped the bag, and returned
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_311"></a>311</span>
+    to the outer room. As I paused before the fire, someone
+    rapped at the door. I stood erect, my fingers
+    gripping the pistol which I still retained. Again the
+    raps sounded, clearly enough defined in the night, yet
+    not violent, or threatening.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Who is there?&rdquo; I asked.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your husband, my dear&ndash;&ndash;Francois Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But why do you come? It was the pledge of De
+    Baugis that I was to be left here alone.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A fair pledge enough, although I was not consulted.
+    From the look of your eyes little difference if
+    I had been. You are as sweet in disposition as ever,
+    my dear; yet never mind that&ndash;&ndash;we&rsquo;ll soon settle our
+    case now, I warrant you. Meanwhile I am content to
+    wait until my time comes. &rsquo;Tis not you I seek tonight,
+    but my dressing case.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your dressing case?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, you know it well, a brown leather bag I bore
+    with me during our journey.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And where is it, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Beneath the bunk in the sleeping room. Pass it
+    out to me, and I will ask no more.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be safer if you keep your word,&rdquo; I said
+    quietly, &ldquo;for I still carry Hugo Chevet&rsquo;s pistol, and
+    know how to use it. Draw away from the door, Monsieur,
+    and I will thrust out the bag.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I lowered the bar, opening the door barely wide
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_312"></a>312</span>
+    enough to permit the bag&rsquo;s passage. The light from
+    the fire gleamed on the barrel of the pistol held in my
+    hand. It was the work of an instant, and I saw nothing
+    of Cassion, but, as the door closed, he laughed
+    scornfully.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Tis your game tonight, Madame,&rdquo; he said spitefully,
+    &ldquo;but tomorrow I play my hand. I thank you
+    for the bag, as it contains my commission. By virtue
+    of it I shall assume command of this Fort St. Louis,
+    and I know how to deal with murderers. I congratulate
+    you on your lover, Madame&ndash;&ndash;good night.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I dropped into the nearest seat, trembling in every
+    limb. It was not personal fear, nor did I in my heart
+    resent the insult of his last words. De Artigny was
+    my lover, not in mere lip service, but in fact. I was
+    not ashamed, but proud, to know this was true. The
+    only thing of which I was ashamed was my relationship
+    with Cassion; and my only thought now was how
+    that relationship could be ended, and De Artigny&rsquo;s life
+    saved. The paper I had found was indeed of value,
+    yet I realized it alone was not enough to offset the
+    charges which Cassion would support by his own evidence
+    and that of his men. This mere suggestion in
+    La Barre&rsquo;s handwriting meant nothing unless we could
+    discover also in Cassion&rsquo;s possession the documents
+    taken from Chevet And these, beyond doubt, had
+    been destroyed. Over and over again in my mind I
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_313"></a>313</span>
+    turned these thoughts, but only to grow more confused
+    and uncertain. All the powers of hate were
+    arrayed against us, and I felt helpless and alone.
+  </p>
+  <p>I must have slept finally from sheer exhaustion,
+    although I made no attempt to lie down. It was broad
+    daylight, when I awoke, aroused by pounding on the
+    door. To my inquiry a voice announced food, and I
+    lowered the bar, permitting an orderly to enter bearing
+    a tray, which he deposited on the table. Without
+    speaking he turned to leave the room, but I suddenly
+    felt courage to address him.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You were not of our party,&rdquo; I said gravely. &ldquo;Are
+    you a soldier of M. de Baugis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Madame,&rdquo; and he turned facing me, his countenance
+    a pleasant one. &ldquo;I am not a soldier at all, but
+    I serve M. de Tonty.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ah, I am glad of that. You will bear to your
+    master a message?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perhaps, Madame,&rdquo; his tone somewhat doubtful.
+    &ldquo;You are the wife of Monsieur Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do not hesitate because of that,&rdquo; I hastened to
+    say, believing I understood his meaning. &ldquo;While it is
+    true I am legally the wife of Francois Cassion, my
+    sympathies now are altogether with the Sieur de
+    Artigny. I would have you ask M. de Tonty to confer
+    with me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_314"></a>314</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;You have served with De Artigny? You know
+    him well?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Three years, Madame; twice he saved my life on
+    the great river. M. de Tonty shall receive your message.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I could not eat, although I made the endeavor, and
+    finally crossed to the window, opened the heavy wooden
+    shutters, and gazed without. What a marvelous scene
+    that was! Never before had my eyes looked upon so
+    fair a view, and I stood silent, and fascinated. My
+    window opened to the westward, and I gazed down
+    from the very edge of the vast rock into the wide valley.
+    Great tree tops were below, and I had to lean far
+    out to see the silvery waters lapping the base of the
+    precipice, but, a little beyond, the full width of the
+    noble stream became visible, decked with islands, and
+    winding here and there between green-clad banks, until
+    it disappeared in the far distance. The sun touched
+    all with gold; the wide meadows opposite were vivid
+    green, while many of the trees crowning the bluffs had
+    already taken on rich autumnal coloring. Nor was
+    there anywhere in all that broad expanse, sign of war
+    or death. It was a scene of peace, so silent, so beautiful,
+    that I could not conceive this as a land of savage
+    cruelty. Far away, well beyond rifle shot, two loaded
+    canoes appeared, skimming the surface of the river.
+    Beyond these, where the meadows swept down to the
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_315"></a>315</span>
+    stream, I could perceive black heaps of ashes, and here
+    and there spirals of smoke, the only visible symbols of
+    destruction. A haze hid the distant hills, giving to
+    them a purple tinge, like a frame encircling the picture.
+    It was all so soft in coloring my mind could not
+    grasp the fact that we were besieged by warriors of
+    the Iroquois, and that this valley was even now being
+    swept and harried by those wild raiders of the woods.
+  </p>
+  <p>I had neglected to bar the door, and as I stood there
+    gazing in breathless fascination, a sudden step on the
+    floor caused me to turn in alarm. My eyes encountered
+    those of De Tonty, who stood hat in hand.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Tis a fair view, Madame,&rdquo; he said politely. &ldquo;In
+    all my travels I have seen no nobler domain.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It hath a peaceful look,&rdquo; I answered, still struggling
+    with the memory. &ldquo;Can it be true the savages
+    hold the valley?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;All too true&ndash;&ndash;see, yonder, where the smoke still
+    shows, dwelt the Kaskaskias. Not a lodge is left, and
+    the bodies of their dead strew the ground. Along
+    those meadows three weeks since there were the happy
+    villages of twelve tribes of peaceful Indians; today
+    those who yet live are fleeing for their lives.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And this fort, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Safe enough, I think, although no one of us can
+    venture ten yards beyond the gate. The Rock protects
+    us, Madame, yet we are greatly outnumbered, and
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_316"></a>316</span>
+    with no ammunition to waste. &rsquo;Twas the surprise of
+    the raid which left us thus helpless. Could we have
+    been given time to gather our friendly Indians together
+    the story would be different.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They are not cowards then?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not with proper leadership. We have seen them
+    fight often since we invaded this land. &rsquo;Tis my
+    thought many of them are hiding now beyond those
+    hills, and may find some way to reach us. I suspected
+    such an effort last night, when I sent out the rescue
+    party which brought you in. Ah, that reminds me,
+    Madame; you sent for me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, M. de Tonty. I can speak to you frankly?
+    You are the friend of Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Faith, I hope I am, Madame, but I know not what
+    has got into the lad&ndash;&ndash;he will tell me nothing.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I suspected as much, Monsieur. It was for that
+    reason I have sent for you. He has not even told you
+    the story of our journey?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, as brief as a military report&ndash;&ndash;not a fact I
+    could not have guessed. There is a secret here, which
+    I have not discovered. Why is M. Cassion so wild
+    for the lad&rsquo;s blood? and how came there to be trouble
+    between Rene, and the fur trader? Bah! I know the
+    lad is no murderer, but no one will tell me the facts.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then I will, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said gravely. &ldquo;It was
+    because of my belief that Sieur de Artigny would refuse
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_317"></a>317</span>
+    explanation that I sent for you. The truth need
+    not be concealed; not from you, at least, the commander
+    of Fort St. Louis&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Pardon, Madame, but I am not that. La Salle
+    left me in command with less than a dozen men. De
+    Baugis came later, under commission from La Barre,
+    but he also had but a handful of followers. To save
+    quarrel we agreed to divide authority, and so got along
+    fairly well, until M. Cassion arrived with his party.
+    Then the odds were altogether on the other side, and
+    De Baugis assumed command by sheer force of rifles.
+    &rsquo;Twas La Salle&rsquo;s wish that no resistance be made, but,
+    faith, with the Indians scattered, I had no power.
+    This morning things have taken a new phase. An
+    hour ago M. Cassion assumed command of the garrison
+    by virtue of a commission he produced from the
+    Governor La Barre, naming him major of infantry.
+    This gives him rank above Captain de Baugis, and,
+    besides, he bore also a letter authorizing him to take
+    command of all French troops in this valley, if, in his
+    judgment, circumstances rendered it necessary. No
+    doubt he deemed this the proper occasion.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To assure the conviction, and death of De
+    Artigny?&rdquo; I asked, as he paused. &ldquo;That is your
+    meaning, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I cannot see it otherwise,&rdquo; he answered slowly,
+    &ldquo;although I hesitate to make so grave a charge in
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_318"></a>318</span>
+    your presence, Madame. Our situation here is scarcely
+    grave enough to warrant his action, for the fort is in
+    no serious danger from the Iroquois. De Baugis, while
+    no friend of mine, is still a fair minded man, and
+    merciful. He cannot be made a tool for any purpose
+    of revenge. This truth Major Cassion has doubtless
+    learned, and hence assumes command himself to carry
+    out his plans.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I looked into the soldier&rsquo;s dark, clear-cut face, feeling
+    a confidence in him, which impelled me to hold out
+    my hand.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;M. de Tonty,&rdquo; I said, determined now to address
+    him in all frankness. &ldquo;It is true that I am legally the
+    wife of this man of whom you speak, but this only
+    enables me to know his motives better. This condemnation
+    of Sieur de Artigny is not his plan alone;
+    it was born in the brain of La Barre, and Cassion
+    merely executes his orders. I have here the written
+    instructions under which he operates.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I held out to him the page from La Barre&rsquo;s letter.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_319"></a>319</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXVIII_THE_COURT_MARTIAL"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2>
+    <h3>THE COURT MARTIAL</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>De Tonty took the paper from my hand, glanced
+    at it, then lifted his eyes inquiringly to mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis in the governor&rsquo;s own hand. How came this
+    in your possession?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I found it in Cassion&rsquo;s private bag last night, under
+    the berth yonder. Later he came and carried the
+    bag away, never suspecting it had been opened. His
+    commission was there also. Read it, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He did so slowly, carefully, seeming to weigh every
+    word, his eyes darkening, and a flush creeping into his
+    swarthy cheeks.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; he exclaimed at last. &ldquo;I care not
+    whether the man be your husband, but this is a damnable
+    conspiracy, hatched months ago in Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I bowed my head.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Beyond doubt, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you found nothing more? no documents taken
+    from Hugo Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;None, Monsieur; they were either destroyed in
+    accordance with La Barre&rsquo;s instructions, or else M.
+    Cassion has them on his person.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_320"></a>320</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;But I do not understand the reason for such foul
+    treachery. What occurred back in New France to
+    cause the murder of Chevet, and this attempt to convict
+    De Artigny of the crime?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Sit here, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, my voice trembling,
+    &ldquo;and I will tell you the whole story. I must tell you,
+    for there is no one else in Fort St. Louis whom I can
+    trust.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He sat silent, and bareheaded, his eyes never leaving
+    my face as I spoke. At first I hesitated, my words
+    hard to control, but as I continued, and felt his sympathy,
+    speech became easier. All unconsciously his
+    hand reached out and rested on mine, as though in
+    encouragement, and only twice did he interrupt my
+    narrative with questions. I told the tale simply, concealing
+    nothing, not even my growing love for De
+    Artigny. The man listening inspired my utmost confidence&ndash;&ndash;I
+    sought his respect and faith. As I came to
+    the end his hand grasp tightened, but, for a moment,
+    he remained motionless and silent, his eyes grave with
+    thought.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a strange, sad case,&rdquo; he said finally, &ldquo;and the
+    end is hard to determine. I believe you, Madame, and
+    honor your choice. The case is strong against De
+    Artigny; even your testimony is not for his defense.
+    Does M. Cassion know you saw the young man that
+    night?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_321"></a>321</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;He has dropped a remark, or two, which shows
+    suspicion. Possibly some one of the men saw me outside
+    the Mission House, and made report.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then he will call you as witness. If I know the
+    nature of Cassion his plan of trial is a mere form,
+    although doubtless he will ask the presence of Captain
+    de Baugis, and M. de la Durantaye. Neither will oppose
+    him, so long as he furnishes the proof necessary
+    to convict. He will give his evidence, and call the
+    Indian, and perchance a soldier or two, who will swear
+    to whatever he wishes. If needed he may bring you in
+    also to strengthen the case. De Artigny will make no
+    defense, because he has no witnesses, and because he
+    has a fool notion that he might compromise you by
+    telling the whole truth.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then there is no hope? nothing we can do?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Madame; not now. I shall not be consulted,
+    nor asked to be present. I am under strict order from
+    La Salle not to oppose La Barre&rsquo;s officers, and, even if
+    I were disposed to disobey my chief, I possess no force
+    with which to act. I have but ten men on whom I
+    could rely, while they number over forty.&rdquo; He leaned
+    closer, whispering, &ldquo;Our policy is to wait, and act
+    after the prisoner has been condemned.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How? You mean a rescue?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, there lies the only hope. There is one man
+    here who can turn the trick. He is De Artigny&rsquo;s comrade
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_322"></a>322</span>
+    and friend. Already he has outlined a plan to
+    me, but I gave no encouragement. Yet, now, that I
+    know the truth, I shall not oppose. Have you courage,
+    Madame, to give him your assistance? &rsquo;Tis like to be a
+    desperate venture.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I drew a deep breath, but with no sense of fear.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur. Who is the man I am to trust?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Francois de Boisrondet, the one who led the rescue
+    party last night.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A gallant lad.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, a gentleman of France, a daring heart. Tonight&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The door opened, and the figure of a man stood outlined
+    against the brighter glow without. De Tonty
+    was on his feet fronting the newcomer, ere I even
+    realized it was Cassion who stood there, glaring at us.
+    Behind him two soldiers waited in the sunshine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What is the meaning of this, M. de Tonty?&rdquo; he
+    exclaimed, with no pretense at friendliness. &ldquo;A rather
+    early morning call, regarding which I was not even
+    consulted. Have husbands no rights in this wilderness
+    paradise?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Such rights as they uphold,&rdquo; returned the Italian,
+    erect and motionless. &ldquo;I am always at your service,
+    M. Cassion. Madame and I have conversed without
+    permission. If that be crime I answer for it now, or
+    when you will.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_323"></a>323</span></div>
+  <p>It was in Cassion&rsquo;s heart to strike. I read the desire
+    in his eyes, in the swift clutch at his sword hilt; but
+    the sarcastic smile on De Tonty&rsquo;s thin lips robbed him
+    of courage.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis best you curb your tongue,&rdquo; he snarled, &ldquo;or
+    I will have you in the guardhouse with De Artigny. I
+    command now.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So I hear. Doubtless you could convict me as
+    easily.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only that your whole case is a tissue of lies.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Pah! you have her word for it, no doubt. But
+    you will all sing a different song presently. Ay, and
+    it will be her testimony which will hang the villain.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What is this you say, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;my testimony?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Just that&ndash;&ndash;the tale of what you saw in the Mission
+    garden at St. Ignace. <i>Sacre</i>, that shot hits, does
+    it! You thought me asleep, and with no knowledge of
+    your escapade, but I had other eyes open that night,
+    my lady. Now will you confess the truth?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I shall conceal nothing, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be best that you make no attempt,&rdquo; he
+    sneered, his old braggart spirit reasserting itself as De
+    Tonty kept silent. &ldquo;I have guard here to escort you
+    to the Commandant&rsquo;s office.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You do me honor.&rdquo; I turned to De Tonty.
+    &ldquo;Shall I go, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_324"></a>324</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;I think it best, Madame,&rdquo; he replied soberly, his
+    dark eyes contemptuously surveying Cassion. &ldquo;To
+    refuse would only strengthen the case against the
+    prisoner. M. Cassion will not, I am sure, deny me the
+    privilege of accompanying you. Permit me to offer
+    my arm.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I did not glance toward Cassion, but felt no doubt
+    as to the look on his face; yet he would think twice
+    before laying hand on this stern soldier who had offered
+    me protection. The guard at the door fell aside
+    promptly, and permitted us to pass. Some order was
+    spoken, in a low tone, and they fell in behind with
+    rifles at trail. Once in the open I became, for the first
+    time, aware of irregular rifle firing, and observed in
+    surprise, men posted upon a narrow staging along the
+    side of the log stockade.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Is the fort being attacked?&rdquo; I asked.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There has been firing for some days,&rdquo; he answered,
+    &ldquo;but no real attack. The savages merely hide
+    yonder amid the rocks and woods, and strive to keep
+    us from venturing down the trail. Twice we have
+    made sortie, and driven them away, but &rsquo;tis a useless
+    waste of fighting.&rdquo; He called to a man posted above
+    the gate. &ldquo;How is it this morning, Jules?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The soldier glanced about cautiously, keeping his
+    head below cover.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Thick as flies out there, Monsieur,&rdquo; he answered,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_325"></a>325</span>
+    &ldquo;and with a marksman or two among them. Not ten
+    minutes since Bowain got a ball in his head.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And no orders to clear the devils out?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;only to watch that they do not
+    form for a rush.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The Commandant&rsquo;s office was built against the last
+    stockade&ndash;&ndash;a log hut no more pretentious than the
+    others. A sentry stood at each side of the closed door,
+    but De Tonty ignored them, and ushered me into the
+    room. It was not large, and was already well filled, a
+    table littered with papers occupying the central space,
+    De Baugis and De la Durantaye seated beside it, while
+    numerous other figures were standing pressed against
+    the walls. I recognized the familiar faces of several
+    of our party, but before I recovered from my first
+    embarrassment De Baugis arose, and with much politeness
+    offered me a chair.</p>
+  <p>De Tonty remained beside me, his hand resting on
+    my chair back, as he coolly surveyed the scene. Cassion
+    pushed past, and occupied a vacant chair, between
+    the other officers, laying his sword on the table. My
+    eyes swept about the circle of faces seeking De
+    Artigny, but he was not present. But for a slight
+    shuffling of feet, the silence was oppressive. Cassion&rsquo;s
+    unpleasant voice broke the stillness.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;M. de Tonty, there is a chair yonder reserved for
+    your use.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_326"></a>326</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;I prefer remaining beside Madame Cassion,&rdquo; he
+    answered calmly. &ldquo;It would seem she has few friends
+    in this company.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We are all her friends,&rdquo; broke in De Baugis, his
+    face flushing, &ldquo;but we are here to do justice, and
+    avenge a foul crime. &rsquo;Tis told us that madame possesses
+    certain knowledge which has not been revealed.
+    Other witnesses have testified, and we would now
+    listen to her word. Sergeant of the guard, bring in
+    the prisoner.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He entered by way of the rear door, manacled, and
+    with an armed soldier on either side. Coatless and
+    bareheaded, he stood erect in the place assigned him,
+    and as his eyes swept the faces, his stern look changed
+    to a smile as his glance met mine. My eyes were still
+    upon him, seeking eagerly for some message of guidance,
+    when Cassion spoke.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;M. de Baugis will question the witness.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The court will pardon me,&rdquo; said De Artigny.
+    &ldquo;The witness to be heard is Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Certainly; what means your interruption?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;To spare the lady unnecessary embarrassment.
+    She is my friend, and, no doubt, may find it difficult to
+    testify against me. I merely venture to ask her to
+    give this court the exact truth.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your words are impertinent.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, M. de Baugis,&rdquo; I broke in, understanding all
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_327"></a>327</span>
+    that was meant. &ldquo;Sieur de Artigny has spoken in
+    kindness, and has my thanks. I am ready now to bear
+    witness frankly.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>Cassion leaned over whispering, but De Baugis
+    merely frowned, and shook his head, his eyes on my
+    face. I felt the friendly touch of M. de Tonty&rsquo;s hand
+    on my shoulder, and the slight pressure brought me
+    courage.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What is it you desire me to tell, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The story of your midnight visit to the Mission
+    garden at St. Ignace, the night Hugo Chevet was
+    killed. Tell it in your own words, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>As I began my voice trembled, and I was obliged to
+    grip the arms of the chair to keep myself firm. There
+    was a mist before my eyes, and I saw only De Artigny&rsquo;s
+    face, as he leaned forward eagerly listening. Not
+    even he realized all I had witnessed that night, and yet
+    I must tell the truth&ndash;&ndash;the whole truth, even though
+    the telling cost his life. The words came faster, and
+    my nerves ceased to throb. I read sympathy in De
+    Baugis&rsquo; eyes, and addressed him alone. Twice he
+    asked me questions, in so kindly a manner as to win
+    instant reply, and once he checked Cassion when he
+    attempted to interrupt, his voice stern with authority.
+    I told the story simply, plainly, with no attempt at
+    equivocation, and when I ceased speaking the room
+    was as silent as a tomb. De Baugis sat motionless, but
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_328"></a>328</span>
+    Cassion stared at me across the table, his face dark
+    with passion.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Wait,&rdquo; he cried as though thinking me about to
+    rise. &ldquo;There are questions yet.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p> &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said De Baugis coldly. &ldquo;If there are
+    questions it is my place to ask them.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay,&rdquo; angrily beating his hand on the board, &ldquo;but
+    it is plain to be seen the woman has bewitched you.
+    No, I will not be denied; I am Commandant here, and
+    with force enough behind me to make my will law.
+    Scowl if you will, but here is La Barre&rsquo;s commission,
+    and I dare you ignore it. So answer me, Madame&ndash;&ndash;you
+    saw De Artigny bend over the body of Chevet&ndash;&ndash;was
+    your uncle then dead?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I know not, Monsieur; but there was no movement.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Why did you make no report?&ndash;&ndash;was it to shield
+    De Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I hesitated, yet the answer had to be made.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The Sieur de Artigny was my friend, Monsieur.
+    I did not believe him guilty, yet my evidence would
+    have cast suspicion upon him. I felt it best to remain
+    still, and wait.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You suspected another?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not then, Monsieur, but since.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion sat silent, not overly pleased with my reply,
+    but De Baugis smiled grimly.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_329"></a>329</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;By my faith,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;the tale gathers interest.
+    You have grown to suspicion another since, Madame&ndash;&ndash;dare
+    you name the man?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>My eyes sought the face of De Tonty, and he nodded
+    gravely.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It can do no harm, Madame,&rdquo; he muttered softly.
+    &ldquo;Put the paper in De Baugis&rsquo; hand.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I drew it, crumpled, from out the bosom of my
+    dress, rose to my feet, and held it forth to the Captain
+    of Dragoons. He grasped it wonderingly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What is this, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;One page from a letter of instruction. Read it,
+    Monsieur; you will recognize the handwriting.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_330"></a>330</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXIX_CONDEMNED"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXIX</h2>
+    <h3>CONDEMNED</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>He opened the paper gravely, shadowing the page
+    with one hand so that Cassion was prevented
+    from seeing the words. He read slowly, a frown on
+    his face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the writing of Governor La Barre, although
+    unsigned,&rdquo; he said at last.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How came the page in your possession?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I removed it last night from a leather bag found
+    beneath the sleeping bunk in the quarters assigned me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do you know whose bag it was?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Certainly; it was in the canoe with me all the way
+    from Quebec&ndash;&ndash;M. Cassion&rsquo;s.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your husband?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Baugis&rsquo; eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at
+    me; then his glance fell upon Cassion, who was leaning
+    forward, his mouth open, his face ashen gray. He
+    straightened up as he met De Baugis&rsquo; eyes, and gave
+    vent to an irritating laugh.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Sacre</i>, &rsquo;tis quite melodramatic,&rdquo; he exclaimed
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_331"></a>331</span>
+    harshly. &ldquo;But of little value else. I acknowledge the
+    letter, M. de Baugis, but it bears no relation to this
+    affair. Perchance it was unhappily worded, so that
+    this woman, eager to save her lover from punishment&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>De Tonty was on his feet, his sword half drawn.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a foul lie,&rdquo; he thundered hotly. &ldquo;I will not
+    stand silent before such words.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Messieurs,&rdquo; and De Baugis struck the table. &ldquo;This
+    is a court, not a mess room. Be seated, M. de Tonty;
+    no one in my presence will be permitted to besmirch
+    the honor of Captain la Chesnayne&rsquo;s daughter. Yet I
+    must agree with Major Cassion that this letter in no
+    way proves that he resorted to violence, or was even
+    urged to do so. The governor in all probability suggested
+    other means. I could not be led to believe he
+    countenanced the commission of crime, and shall ask to
+    read the remainder of his letter before rendering decision.
+    You found no other documents, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;None bearing on this case.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The papers supposed to be taken from the dead
+    body of Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then I cannot see that the status of the prisoner is
+    changed, or that we have any reason to charge the
+    crime to another. You are excused, Madame, while
+    we listen to such other witnesses as may be called.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_332"></a>332</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;You wish me to retire?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I would prefer you do so.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I arose to my feet, hesitating and uncertain. It was
+    evident enough that the court intended to convict the
+    prisoner. All the hatred and dislike engendered by
+    years of controversy with La Salle, all the quarrels
+    and misunderstandings of the past few months between
+    the two rival commanders at the fort, was now
+    finding natural outlet in this trial of Rene de Artigny.
+    He was officer of La Salle, friend of De Tonty, and
+    through his conviction they could strike at the men
+    they both hated and feared. More, they realized also
+    that such action would please La Barre. Whatever
+    else had been accomplished by my exhibit of the governor&rsquo;s
+    letter, it had clearly shown De Baugis that his
+    master desired the overthrow of the young explorer.
+    And while he felt slight friendship for Cassion, he was
+    still La Barre&rsquo;s man, and would obey his orders. He
+    wished me out of the way for a purpose. What purpose?
+    That I might not hear the lying testimony of
+    those soldiers and Indians, who would swear as they
+    were told.</p>
+  <p>Tears misted my eyes, so the faces about me were
+    blurred, but, before I could find words in which to
+    voice my indignation, De Tonty stood beside me, and
+    grasped my arm.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is no use, Madame,&rdquo; he said coldly enough,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_333"></a>333</span>
+    although his voice shook. &ldquo;You only invite insult
+    when you deal with such curs. They represent their
+    master, and have made verdict already&ndash;&ndash;let us go.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>De Baugis, Cassion, De la Durantaye were upon
+    their feet, but the dragoon first found voice.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Were those words addressed to me, M. de
+    Tonty?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, and why not! You are no more than La
+    Barre&rsquo;s dog. Listen to me, all three of you. &rsquo;Twas
+    Sieur de la Salle&rsquo;s orders that I open the gates of this
+    fort to your entrance, and that I treat you courteously.
+    I have done so, although you took my kindness to be
+    sign of weakness, and have lorded it mightily since
+    you came. But this is the end; from now it is war
+    between us, Messieurs, and we will fight in the open.
+    Convict Rene de Artigny from the lies of these hirelings,
+    and you pay the reckoning at the point of my
+    sword. I make no threat, but this is the pledged word
+    of Henri de Tonty. Make passage there! Come,
+    Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>No one stopped us; no voice answered him. Almost
+    before I realized the action, we were outside in the
+    sunlight, and he was smiling into my face, his dark
+    eyes full of cheer.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It will make them pause and think&ndash;&ndash;what I said,&rdquo;
+    he exclaimed, &ldquo;yet will not change the result.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They will convict?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_334"></a>334</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Beyond doubt, Madame. They are La Barre&rsquo;s
+    men, and hold commission only at his pleasure. With
+    M. de la Durantaye it is different, for he was soldier
+    of Frontenac&rsquo;s, yet I have no hope he will dare stand
+    out against the rest. We must find another way to
+    save the lad, but when I leave you at the door yonder
+    I am out of it.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You, Monsieur! what can I hope to accomplish
+    without your aid?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Far more than with it, especially if I furnish a
+    good substitute. I shall be watched now, every step I
+    take. &rsquo;Tis like enough De Baugis will send me challenge,
+    though the danger that Cassion would do so is
+    slight. It is the latter who will have me watched. No,
+    Madame, Boisrondet is the lad who must find a way
+    out for the prisoner; they will never suspicion him, and
+    the boy will enjoy the trick. Tonight, when the fort
+    becomes quiet, he will find way to explain his plans.
+    Have your room dark, and the window open.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is but one, Monsieur, outward, above the
+    precipice.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That will be his choice; he can reach you thus
+    unseen. &rsquo;Tis quite possible a guard may be placed at
+    your door.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He left me, and walked straight across the parade
+    to his own quarters, an erect, manly figure in the sun,
+    his long black hair falling to his shoulders. I drew a
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_335"></a>335</span>
+    chair beside the door, which I left partially open, so
+    that I might view the scene without. There was no
+    firing now, although soldiers were grouped along the
+    western stockade, keeping guard over the gate. I sat
+    there for perhaps an hour, my thoughts sad enough,
+    yet unconsciously gaining courage and hope from the
+    memory of De Tonty&rsquo;s words of confidence. He was
+    not a man to fail in any deed of daring, and I had
+    already seen enough of this young Boisrondet, and
+    heard enough of his exploits, to feel implicit trust in
+    his plans of rescue. Occasionally a soldier of the garrison,
+    or a <i>courier du bois</i>, of La Salle&rsquo;s company,
+    passed, glancing at me curiously, yet I recognized no
+    familiar face, and made no attempt to speak, lest the
+    man might prove an enemy. I could see the door of
+    the guardhouse, and, at last, those in attendance at the
+    trial emerged, talking gravely, as they scattered in
+    various directions. The three officers came forth together,
+    proceeding directly across toward De Tonty&rsquo;s
+    office, evidently with some purpose in view. No doubt,
+    angered at his words, they sought satisfaction. I
+    watched until they disappeared within the distant doorway,
+    De Baugis the first to enter. A moment later one
+    of the soldiers who had accompanied us from Quebec,
+    a rather pleasant-faced lad, whose injured hand I had
+    dressed at St. Ignace, approached where I sat, and
+    lifted his hand in salute.
+  </p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_336"></a>336</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;A moment, Jules,&rdquo; I said swiftly. &ldquo;You were at
+    the trial?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And the result?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The Sieur de Artigny was held guilty, Madame,&rdquo;
+    he said regretfully, glancing about as though to assure
+    himself alone. &ldquo;The three officers agreed on the verdict,
+    although I know some of the witnesses lied.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You know&ndash;&ndash;who?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;My own mate for one&ndash;&ndash;Georges Descartes; he
+    swore to seeing De Artigny follow Chevet from the
+    boats, and that was not true, for we were together all
+    that day. I would have said so, but the court bade me
+    be still.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, they were not seeking such testimony. No
+    matter what you said, Jules, De Artigny would have
+    been condemned&ndash;&ndash;it was La Barre&rsquo;s orders.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame, so I thought.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Did the Sieur de Artigny speak?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A few words, Madame, until M. Cassion ordered
+    him to remain still. Then M. de Baugis pronounced
+    sentence&ndash;&ndash;it was that he be shot tomorrow.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The hour?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I heard none mentioned, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And a purpose in that also to my mind. This gives
+    them twenty-four hours in which to consummate murder.
+    They fear De Tonty and his men may attempt
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_337"></a>337</span>
+    rescue; &rsquo;tis to find out the three have gone now to his
+    quarters. That is all, Jules; you had best not be seen
+    talking here with me.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I closed the door, and dropped the bar securely into
+    place. I knew the worst now, and felt sick and faint.
+    Tears would not come to relieve, yet it seemed as
+    though my brain ceased working, as if I had lost all
+    physical and mental power. I know not how long I
+    sat there, dazed, incompetent to even express the vague
+    thoughts which flashed through my brain. A rapping
+    on the door aroused me. The noise, the insistent raps
+    awoke me as from sleep.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Who wishes entrance?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I&ndash;&ndash;Cassion; I demand speech with you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;For what purpose, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> Does a man have to give excuse for
+    desiring to speak with his own wife? Open the door,
+    or I&rsquo;ll have it broken in. Have you not yet learned I
+    am master here?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I drew the bar, no longer with any sense of fear, but
+    impelled by a desire to hear the man&rsquo;s message. I
+    stepped back, taking refuge behind the table, as the
+    door opened, and he strode in, glancing first at me,
+    then suspiciously about the apartment.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You are alone?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Assuredly, Monsieur; did you suspect others to be
+    present?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_338"></a>338</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hell&rsquo;s fire! How did I know; you have time
+    enough to spare for others, although I have had no
+    word with you since you came. I come now only to
+    tell you the news.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If it be the condemnation of Sieur de Artigny, you
+    may spare your words.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You know that! Who brought you the message?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What difference, Monsieur? I would know the result
+    without messenger. You have done your master&rsquo;s
+    will. What said De Tonty when you told him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion laughed, as though the memory was
+    pleasant.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Faith, Madame, if you base your hopes there on
+    rescue you&rsquo;ll scarce meet with great result. De Tonty
+    is all bark. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> I went in to hold him to account
+    for his insult, and the fellow met us with such
+    gracious speech, that the four of us drank together
+    like old comrades. The others are there yet, but I had
+    a proposition to make you&ndash;&ndash;so I left them.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A proposition, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, a declaration of peace, if you will. Listen
+    Adele, for this is the last time I speak you thus fairly.
+    I have this De Artigny just where I want him now.
+    His life is in my hands. I can squeeze it out like that;
+    or I can open my fingers, and let him go. Now you
+    are to decide which it is to be. Here is where you
+    choose, between that forest brat and me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_339"></a>339</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Choose between you? Monsieur you must make
+    your meaning more clear.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>, is it not clear already? Then I will
+    make it so. You are my wife by law of Holy Church.
+    Never have you loved me, yet I can pass that by, if you
+    grant me a husband&rsquo;s right. This De Artigny has
+    come between us, and now his life is in my hands. I
+    know not that you love the brat, yet you have that interest
+    in him which would prevent forgiveness of me
+    if I show no mercy. So now I come and offer you his
+    life, if you consent to be my wife in truth. Is that
+    fair?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It may so sound,&rdquo; I answered calmly, &ldquo;yet the
+    sacrifice is all mine. How would you save the man?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By affording him opportunity to escape during the
+    night; first accepting his pledge never to see you
+    again.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Think you he would give such pledge?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion laughed sarcastically.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bah, what man would not to save his life! It is
+    for you to speak the word.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I stood silent, hesitating to give final answer. Had
+    I truly believed De Artigny&rsquo;s case hopeless I might
+    have yielded, and made pledge. But as I gazed into
+    Cassion&rsquo;s face, smiling with assurance of victory, all
+    my dislike of the man returned, and I shrank back in
+    horror. The sacrifice was too much, too terrible; besides
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_340"></a>340</span>
+    I had faith in the promises of De Tonty, in the
+    daring of Boisrondet. I would trust them, aye, and
+    myself, to find some other way of rescue.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I said firmly, &ldquo;I understand your
+    proposition, and refuse it. I will make no pledge.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You leave him to die?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;If it be God&rsquo;s will. I cannot dishonor myself, even
+    to save life. You have my answer. I bid you go.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Never did I see such look of beastly rage in the face
+    of any man. He had lost power of speech, but his
+    fingers clutched as though he had my throat in their
+    grip. Frightened, I stepped back, and Chevet&rsquo;s pistol
+    gleamed in my hand.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You hear me, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;go!&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_341"></a>341</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXX_I_CHOOSE_MY_FUTURE"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXX</h2>
+    <h3>I CHOOSE MY FUTURE</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>He backed out the door, growling and threatening.
+    I caught little of what he said, nor did I in the
+    least care. All I asked, or desired, was to be alone, to
+    be free of his presence. I swung the door in his very
+    face, and fastened the bar. Through the thick wood
+    his voice still penetrated in words of hatred. Then it
+    ceased, and I was alone in the silence, sinking down
+    nerveless beside the table, my face buried in my hands.</p>
+  <p>I had done right; I knew I had done right, yet the
+    reaction left me weak and pulseless. I saw now clearly
+    what must be done. Never could I live with this Cassion;
+    never again could I acknowledge him as husband.
+    Right or wrong, whatever the Church might do, or the
+    world might say, I had come to the parting of the
+    ways; here and now I must choose my own life, obey
+    the dictates of my own conscience. I had been wedded
+    by fraud to a man I despised; my hatred had grown
+    until now I knew that I would rather be dead than live
+    in his presence.</p>
+  <p>If this state of mind was sin, it was beyond my
+    power to rid myself of the curse; if I was already condemned
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_342"></a>342</span>
+    of Holy Church because of failure to abide
+    by her decree, then there was naught left but for me
+    to seek my own happiness, and the happiness of the
+    man I loved.
+  </p>
+  <p>I lifted my head, strengthened by the very thought,
+    the red blood tingling again through my veins. The
+    truth was mine; I felt no inclination to obscure it. The
+    time had come for rejoicing, and action. I loved Rene
+    de Artigny, and, although he had never spoken the
+    word, I knew he loved me. Tomorrow he would be
+    in exile, a wanderer of the woods, an escaped prisoner,
+    under condemnation of death, never again safe within
+    reach of French authority. Ay, but he should not go
+    alone; in the depths of those forests, beyond the arm
+    of the law, beyond even the grasp of the Church, we
+    should be together. In our own hearts love would
+    justify. Without a qualm of conscience, without even
+    a lingering doubt, I made the choice, the final decision.</p>
+  <p>I know not how long it took me to think this all out,
+    until I had accepted fate; but I do know the decision
+    brought happiness and courage. Food was brought me
+    by a strange Indian, apparently unable to speak
+    French; nor would he even enter the room, silently
+    handing me the platter through the open door. Two
+    sentries stood just without&ndash;&ndash;soldiers of De Baugis, I
+    guessed, as their features were unfamiliar. They
+    gazed at me curiously, as I stood in the doorway, but
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_343"></a>343</span>
+    without changing their attitudes. Plainly I was held
+    prisoner also; M. Cassion&rsquo;s threat was being put
+    into execution. This knowledge merely served to
+    strengthen my decision, and I closed, and barred the
+    door again, smiling as I did so.
+  </p>
+  <p>It grew dusk while I made almost vain effort to eat,
+    and, at last, pushing the pewter plate away, I crossed
+    over, and cautiously opened the wooden shutter of the
+    window. The red light of the sunset still illumined the
+    western sky, and found glorious reflection along the
+    surface of the river. It was a dizzy drop to the bed
+    of the stream below, but Indians were on the opposite
+    bank, beyond rifle shot, in considerable force, a half-dozen
+    canoes drawn up on the sandy shore, and several
+    fires burning. They were too far away for me to
+    judge their tribe, yet a number among them sported
+    war bonnets, and I had no doubt they were Iroquois.</p>
+  <p>So far as I could perceive elsewhere there was no
+    movement, as my eyes traveled the half circle, over a
+    wide vista of hill and dale, green valley and dark
+    woods, although to the left I could occasionally hear
+    the sharp report of a rifle, in evidence that besieging
+    savages were still watchful of the fort entrance. I
+    could not lean out far enough to see in that direction,
+    yet as the night grew darker the vicious spits of fire
+    became visible. Above me the solid log walls arose but
+    a few feet&ndash;&ndash;a tall man might stand upon the window
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_344"></a>344</span>
+    ledge, and find grip of the roof; but below was the
+    sheer drop to the river&ndash;&ndash;perchance two hundred feet
+    beneath. Already darkness shrouded the water, as the
+    broad valley faded into the gloom of the night.
+  </p>
+  <p>There was naught for me to do but sit and wait.
+    The guard which M. Cassion had stationed at the door
+    prevented my leaving the room, but its more probable
+    purpose was to keep others from communicating with
+    me. De Tonty had evidently resorted to diplomacy,
+    and instead of quarreling with the three officers when
+    they approached him, had greeted them all so genially
+    as to leave the impression that he was disposed to permit
+    matters to take their natural course. He might be
+    watched of course, yet was no longer suspicioned as
+    likely to help rescue the prisoner. All their fear now
+    was centered upon me, and my possible influence.</p>
+  <p>If I could be kept from any further communication
+    with either De Artigny, or De Tonty, it was scarcely
+    probable that any of the garrison would make serious
+    effort to interfere with their plans. De Tonty&rsquo;s apparent
+    indifference, and his sudden friendliness with
+    De Baugis and Cassion, did not worry me greatly. I
+    realized his purpose in thus diverting suspicion. His
+    pledge of assistance had been given me, and his was
+    the word of a soldier and gentleman. In some manner,
+    and soon&ndash;&ndash;before midnight certainly&ndash;&ndash;I would receive
+    message from Boisrondet.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_345"></a>345</span></div>
+  <p>Yet my heart failed me more than once as I waited.
+    How long the time seemed, and how deadly silent was
+    the night. Crouched close beside the door I could
+    barely hear the muttered conversation of the soldiers
+    on guard; and when I crossed to the open window I
+    looked out upon a black void, utterly soundless. Not
+    even the distant crack of a rifle now broke the solemn
+    stillness, and the only spot of color visible was the dull
+    red glow of a campfire on the opposite bank of the
+    river. I had no way of computing time, and the lagging
+    hours seemed centuries long, as terrifying doubts
+    assailed me.</p>
+  <p>Every new thought became an agony of suspense.
+    Had the plans failed? Had Boisrondet discovered the
+    prisoner so closely guarded as to make rescue impossible?
+    Had his nerve, his daring, vanished before the
+    real danger of the venture? Had De Artigny refused
+    to accept the chance? What had happened; what was
+    happening out there in the mystery?</p>
+  <p>All I could do was pray, and wait. Perhaps no
+    word would be given me&ndash;&ndash;the escape might already
+    be accomplished, and I left here to my fate. Boisrondet
+    knew nothing of my decision to accompany De
+    Artigny in his exile. If the way was difficult and dangerous,
+    he might not consider it essential to communicate
+    with me at all. De Tonty had promised, to be
+    sure, yet he might have failed to so instruct the younger
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_346"></a>346</span>
+    man. I clung to the window, the agony of this possibility,
+    driving me wild.
+  </p>
+  <p><i>Mon Dieu!</i> was that a noise overhead? I could see
+    nothing, yet, as I leaned further out, a cord touched
+    my face. I grasped it, and drew the dangling end in.
+    It was weighted with a bit of wood. A single coal
+    glowed in the fireplace, and from this I ignited a
+    splinter, barely yielding me light enough to decipher
+    the few words traced on the white surface: &ldquo;Safe so
+    far; have you any word?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>My veins throbbed; I could have screamed in delight,
+    or sobbed in sudden joy and relief. I fairly
+    crept to the window on hands and knees, animated now
+    with but one thought, one hope&ndash;&ndash;the desire not to be
+    left here behind, alone. I hung far out, my face upturned,
+    staring into the darkness. The distance was
+    not great, only a few feet to the roof above, yet so
+    black was the night that the edge above me blended
+    imperceptibly against the sky. I could perceive no
+    movement, no outline. Could they have already gone?
+    Was it possible that they merely dropped this brief
+    message, and instantly vanished? No, the cord still
+    dangled; somewhere in that dense gloom, the two men
+    peered over the roof edge waiting my response.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I called up softly, unable to restrain
+    my eagerness.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame,&rdquo; it was De Artigny&rsquo;s voice, although
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_347"></a>347</span>
+    a mere whisper. &ldquo;You have some word for
+    me?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, listen; is there any way by which I can join
+    you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Join me&ndash;&ndash;here?&rdquo; astonishment at my request
+    made him incoherent. &ldquo;Why, Madame, the risk is
+    great&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Never mind that; my reason is worthy, nor have
+    we time now to discuss the matter. Monsieur Boisrondet
+    is there a way?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I heard them speak to each other, a mere murmur of
+    sound; then another voice reached my ears clearly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We have a strong grass rope, Madame, which will
+    safely bear your weight. The risk will not be great.
+    I have made a noose, and will lower it.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I reached it with my hand, but felt a doubt as my
+    fingers clasped it.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis very small, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But strong enough for double your weight, as
+    &rsquo;twas Indian woven. Put foot in the noose, and hold
+    tight. There are two of us holding it above.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The memory of the depth below frightened me, yet
+    I crept forth on the narrow sill, clinging desperately to
+    the taut rope, until I felt my foot safely pressed into
+    the noose, which tightened firmly about it.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Now,&rdquo; I said, barely able to make my lips speak.
+    &ldquo;I am ready.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_348"></a>348</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then swing clear, Madame; we&rsquo;ll hold you safe.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I doubt if it was a full minute in which I swung out
+    over that gulf amid the black night. My heart seemed
+    to stop beating, and I retained no sense other than to
+    cling desperately to the swaying cord which alone held
+    me from being dashed to death on the jagged rocks
+    below. Inch by inch they drew me up, the continuous
+    jerks yielding a sickening sensation, but the distance
+    was so short, I could scarcely realize the full danger,
+    before De Artigny grasped me with his hands, and
+    drew me in beside him on the roof. I stood upon my
+    feet, trembling from excitement, yet encouraged in my
+    purpose, by his first words of welcome.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Adele,&rdquo; he exclaimed, forgetful of the presence of
+    his comrade. &ldquo;Surely you had serious cause for joining
+    us here.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Am I welcome, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Can you doubt? Yet surely it was not merely to
+    say farewell that you assumed such risk?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur, it was not to say farewell. I would
+    accompany you in your flight. Do not start like that
+    at my words; I cannot see your face&ndash;&ndash;perhaps if I
+    could I should lose courage. I have made my choice,
+    Monsieur. I will not remain the slave of M. Cassion.
+    Whether for good or evil I give you my faith.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you,&rdquo; his hands grasped mine. &ldquo;You
+    mean you will go with me into exile, into the woods?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_349"></a>349</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But do you realize what it all means? I am a
+    fugitive, a hunted man; never again can I venture
+    within French civilization. I must live among savages.
+    No, no, Adele, the sacrifice is too great. I cannot
+    accept of it.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do you love me, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>&ndash;&ndash;yes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then there is no sacrifice. My heart would break
+    here. God! Would you doom me to live out my life
+    with that brute&ndash;&ndash;that murderer? I am a young
+    woman, a mere girl, and this is my one chance to save
+    myself from hell. I am not afraid of the woods, of
+    exile, of anything, so I am with you. I would rather
+    die than go to him&ndash;&ndash;to confess him husband.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The lady is right, Rene,&rdquo; Boisrondet said earnestly.
+    &ldquo;You must think of her as well as yourself.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Think of her! <i>Mon Dieu</i>, of whom else do I
+    think. Adele, do you mean your words? Would you
+    give up all for me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But do you know what your choice means?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I stood before him, brave in the darkness.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur I have faced it all. I know; the choice
+    is made&ndash;&ndash;will you take me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Then I was in his strong arms, and for the first time,
+    his lips met mine.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_350"></a>350</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXXI_WE_REACH_THE_RIVER"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXXI</h2>
+    <h3>WE REACH THE RIVER</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>It was the voice of Boisrondet which recalled us to
+    a sense of danger.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It is late, and we must not linger here,&rdquo; he insisted,
+    touching De Artigny&rsquo;s sleeve. &ldquo;The guard may discover
+    your absence, Rene, before we get beyond the
+    stockade. Come, we must move quickly.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, and with more than ever to give us courage,
+    Francois. Yet how can we get Madame safely over
+    the logs?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;She must venture the same as we. Follow me
+    closely, and tread with care.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>So dark was the night I was obliged to trust entirely
+    to De Artigny&rsquo;s guidance, but it was evident that both
+    men were familiar with the way, and had thoroughly
+    considered the best method of escape. No doubt De
+    Tonty and his young lieutenant had arranged all details,
+    so as to assure success. We traversed the flat
+    roofs of the chain of log houses along the west side of
+    the stockade until we came to the end. The only light
+    visible was a dull glow of embers before the guardhouse
+    near the center of the parade, which revealed a
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_351"></a>351</span>
+    group of soldiers on duty. The stockade extended
+    some distance beyond where we halted, crouched low
+    on the flat roof to escape being seen. There would be
+    armed men along that wall, especially near the gates,
+    guarding against attack, but the darkness gave us no
+    glimpse. There was no firing, no movement to be
+    perceived. The two men crept to the edge, and looked
+    cautiously over, and I clung close to De Artigny,
+    nervous from the silence, and afraid to become separated.
+    Below us was the dense blackness of the gorge.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;This is the spot,&rdquo; whispered De Artigny, &ldquo;and no
+    alarm yet. How far to the rocks?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;De Tonty figured the distance at forty feet below
+    the stockade; we have fifty feet of rope here. The
+    rock shelf is narrow, and the great risk will be not to
+    step off in the darkness. There should be an iron ring
+    here somewhere&ndash;&ndash;ay, here it is; help me draw the
+    knot taut, Rene.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do we&ndash;&ndash;do we go down here, Monsieur?&rdquo; I
+    questioned, my voice faltering.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Here, or not at all; there are guards posted yonder
+    every two yards. This is our only chance to escape
+    unseen.&rdquo; Boisrondet tested the rope, letting it slip
+    slowly through his hands down into the darkness below,
+    until it hung at full length. &ldquo;It does not touch,&rdquo;
+    he said, &ldquo;yet it cannot lack more than a foot or two.
+    Faith! We must take the risk. I go first Rene&ndash;&ndash;hush! &rsquo;tis
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_352"></a>352</span>
+    best so&ndash;&ndash;the lady would prefer that you
+    remain, while I test the passage. The devil himself
+    may be waiting there.&rdquo; He gazed down, balancing
+    himself on the edge, the cord gripped in his hands.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Now mind my word; once on the rock below I
+    will signal with three jerks on the cord. Haul up then
+    slowly, so as to make no noise; make a noose for the
+    lady&rsquo;s foot, and lower her with care. You have the
+    strength?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, for twice her weight.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Good; there will be naught to fear, Madame, for I
+    will be below to aid your footing. When I give the
+    signal again Rene will descend and join us.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The rope is to be left dangling?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Only until I return. Once I leave you safe beyond
+    the Iroquois, &rsquo;tis my part to climb this rope again.
+    Some task that,&rdquo; cheerfully, &ldquo;yet De Tonty deems it
+    best that no evidence connect us with this escape.
+    What make you the hour?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Between one and two.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Which will give me time before daydawn; so here,
+    I chance it.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He swung himself over the edge, and slipped silently
+    down into the black mystery. We leaned over to
+    watch, but could see nothing, our only evidence of his
+    progress, the jerking of the cord. De Artigny&rsquo;s hand
+    closed on mine.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_353"></a>353</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Dear,&rdquo; he whispered tenderly, &ldquo;we are alone now&ndash;&ndash;you
+    are sorry?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am happier than I have ever been in my life,&rdquo; I
+    answered honestly. &ldquo;I have done what I believe to be
+    right, and trust God. All I care to know now is that
+    you love me.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;With every throb of my heart,&rdquo; he said solemnly.
+    &ldquo;It is my love which makes me dread lest you regret.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That will never be, Monsieur; I am of the frontier,
+    and do not fear the woods. Ah! he has reached
+    the rock safely&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis the signal.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny drew up the cord, testing it to make
+    sure the strands held firm, and made careful noose,
+    into which he slipped my foot.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Now, Adele, you are ready?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, sweetheart; kiss me first.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You have no fear?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not with your strong hands to support, but do not
+    keep me waiting long below.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Ay, but I was frightened as I swung off into the
+    black void, clinging desperately to that slight rope,
+    steadily sinking downward. My body rubbed against
+    the rough logs, and then against rock. Once a jagged
+    edge wounded me, yet I dare not release my grip, or
+    utter a sound. I sank down, down, the strain ever
+    greater on my nerves. I retained no knowledge of distance,
+    but grew apprehensive of what awaited me below.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_354"></a>354</span>
+    Would the rope reach to the rock? Would I
+    swing clear? Even as these thoughts began to horrify,
+    I felt a hand grip me, and Boisrondet&rsquo;s whisper gave
+    cheerful greeting.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It is all right, Madame; release your foot, and
+    trust me. Good, now do not venture to move, until
+    Rene joins us. Faith, he wastes little time; he is coming
+    now.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I could see nothing, not even the outlines of my companion,
+    who stood holding the cord taut. I could feel
+    the jagged face of the rock, against which I stood, and
+    ventured, by reaching out with one foot, to explore
+    my immediate surroundings. The groping toe touched
+    the edge of the narrow shelf, and I drew back startled
+    at thought of another sheer drop into the black depths.
+    My heart was still pounding when De Artigny found
+    foothold beside me. As he swung free from the cord,
+    his fingers touched my dress.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A fine test of courage that, Adele,&rdquo; he whispered,
+    &ldquo;but with Francois here below there was small peril.
+    Now what next?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A ticklish passage for a few yards. Stand close
+    until I get by; now cling to the wall, and follow me.
+    Once off this shelf we can plan our journey. Madame,
+    take hold of my jacket. Rene, you have walked this
+    path before.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, years since, but I recall its peril.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_355"></a>355</span></div>
+  <p>We crept forward, so cautiously it seemed we
+    scarcely moved, the rock shelf we traversed so narrow
+    in places that I could scarce find space in which to
+    plant my feet firmly. Boisrondet whispered words of
+    guidance back to me, and I could feel De Artigny
+    touch my skirt as he followed, ready to grip me if I
+    fell. Yet then I experienced no fear, no shrinking,
+    my every thought centered on the task. Nor was the
+    way long. Suddenly we clambered onto a flat rock,
+    crossed it, and came to the edge of a wood, with a
+    murmur of water not far away. Here Boisrondet
+    paused, and we came close about him. There seemed
+    to be more light here, although the tree shadows were
+    grim, and the night rested about us in impressive
+    silence.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Here is where the river trail comes down,&rdquo; and
+    Boisrondet made motion to the left. &ldquo;You should
+    remember that well, Rene.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I was first to pass over it; it leads to the water
+    edge.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; not so easily followed in the night, yet you
+    are woodsman enough to make it. So far as we know
+    from above the Iroquois have not discovered there is
+    a passage here. Listen, Rene; I leave you now, for
+    those were De Tonty&rsquo;s orders. He said that from now
+    on you would be safe alone. Of course he knew nothing
+    of Madame&rsquo;s purpose.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_356"></a>356</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur shall not find me a burden,&rdquo; I interrupted.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am sure of that,&rdquo; he said gallantly, &ldquo;and so
+    think it best to return while the night conceals my
+    movements. There will be hot words when M. Cassion
+    discovers your escape, and my chief may need my
+    sword beside him, if it comes to blows. Is my decision
+    to return right, Rene?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, right; would that I might be with you. But
+    what plan did M. de Tonty outline for me to follow?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas what I started to tell. At the edge of the
+    water, but concealed from the river by rocks, is a small
+    hut where we keep hidden a canoe ready fitted for any
+    secret service. &rsquo;Twas Sieur de la Salle&rsquo;s thought that
+    it might prove of great use in time of siege. No doubt
+    it is there now just as we left it, undiscovered of the
+    Iroquois. This will bear you down the river until daylight,
+    when you can hide along shore.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is a rifle?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Two of them, with powder and ball.&rdquo; He laid his
+    hand on the other&rsquo;s shoulder. &ldquo;There is nothing more
+    to say, and time is of value. Farewell, my friend.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Farewell,&rdquo; their fingers clasped. &ldquo;There will be
+    other days, Francois; my gratitude to M. de Tonty.&rdquo;
+    Boisrondet stepped back, and, hat in hand, bowed
+    to me.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Adieu, Madame; a pleasant journey.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_357"></a>357</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;A moment, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, a falter in my voice.
+    &ldquo;You are M. de Artigny&rsquo;s friend, an officer of France,
+    and a Catholic.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you think that I am right in my choice? that
+    I am doing naught unworthy of my womanhood?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Even in the darkness I saw him make the symbol of
+    the cross, before he bent forward and kissed my hand.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; he said gravely, &ldquo;I am but a plain soldier,
+    with all my service on the frontier. I leave to the
+    priests the discussion of doctrines, and to God my punishment
+    and reward. I can only answer you as De Artigny&rsquo;s
+    friend, and an officer of France. I give you
+    honor, and respect, and deem your love and trust far
+    more holy than your marriage. My faith, and my
+    sword are yours, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I felt his lips upon my hand, yet knew not he had
+    gone. I stood there, my eyes blinded with tears at his
+    gallant words, only becoming conscious of his disappearance,
+    when De Artigny drew me to him, his cheek
+    pressed against my hair.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He has gone! we are alone!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, dear one; but I thank God for those last
+    words. They have given me courage, and faith. So
+    my old comrades believe us right the criticism of others
+    does not move me. You love me, Adele? you do not
+    regret?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_358"></a>358</span></div>
+  <p>My arms found way about his neck; my lips uplifted
+    to his.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, I shall never regret; I trust God, and
+    you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>How he ever found his way along that dim trail I
+    shall never know. Some memory of its windings, together
+    with the instinct of a woodsman, must have
+    given guidance, while no doubt his feet, clad in soft
+    Indian moccasins, enabled him to feel the faint track,
+    imperceivable in the darkness. It led along a steep
+    bank, through low, tangled bushes, and about great
+    trees, with here and there a rock thrust across the path,
+    compelling detour. The branches scratched my face,
+    and tore my dress, confusing me so that had I not
+    clung to his arm, I should have been instantly lost in
+    the gloom. Our advance was slow and cautious, every
+    step taken in silence. Snakes could not have moved
+    with less noise, and the precaution was well taken.
+    Suddenly De Artigny stopped, gripping me in warning.
+    For a moment there was no sound, except the distant
+    murmur of waters, and the chatter of some night bird.
+    Yet some instinct of the woods held the man motionless,
+    listening. A twig cracked to our left, and then
+    a voice spoke, low and rumbling. It sounded so close
+    at hand the fellow could scarcely have been five yards
+    away. Another voice answered, and we were aware
+    of bodies, stealing along through the wood; there was
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_359"></a>359</span>
+    a faint rustling of dead leaves, and the occasional
+    swish of a branch. We crouched low in the trail,
+    fairly holding our breath, every nerve tense. There
+    was no sound from below, but in the other direction
+    one warrior&ndash;&ndash;I could see the dim outline of his naked
+    figure&ndash;&ndash;passed within reach of my outstretched hand.
+  </p>
+  <p>Assured that all had passed beyond hearing De Artigny
+    rose to his feet, and assisted me to rise, his
+    hand still grasping mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Iroquois, by the look of that warrior,&rdquo; he whispered,
+    &ldquo;and enough of them to mean mischief. I
+    would I knew their language.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas the tongue of the Tuscaroras,&rdquo; I answered.
+    &ldquo;My father taught me a little of it years ago. The
+    first words spoken were a warning to be still; the other
+    answered that the white men are all asleep.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And I am not sure but that is true. If De Tonty
+    was in command the walls would be well guarded, but
+    De Baugis and Cassion know nothing of Indian war.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You believe it to be an assault?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It hath the look; &rsquo;tis not Indian nature to gather
+    thus at this night hour, without a purpose. But, <i>pouf</i>,
+    there is little they can do against that stockade of logs
+    for all their numbers. It is our duty to be well away
+    by daylight.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The remaining distance to the water&rsquo;s edge was not
+    far&ndash;&ndash;a direct descent amid a litter of rocks, shadowed
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_360"></a>360</span>
+    by great trees. Nothing opposed our passage, nor did
+    we hear any sound from the savages concealed in the
+    forest above. De Artigny led the way along the shore
+    until we reached the log hut. Its door stood open; the
+    canoe was gone.
+  </p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_361"></a>361</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXXII_WE_MEET_SURPRISE"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXXII</h2>
+    <h3>WE MEET SURPRISE</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>Not until we had felt carefully from wall to wall
+    did we admit our disappointment. There were
+    no overshadowing trees here, and what small glimmer
+    of light came from the dull skies found reflection on
+    river and rocks, so that we could perceive each other,
+    and gain dim view of our surroundings.</p>
+  <p>Of the canoe there was absolutely no trace, and, if
+    arms had been hidden there also, they had likewise
+    disappeared. The very fact that the door stood wide
+    open, its wooden lock broken, told the story clearly. I
+    remained silent, staring about through the semi-darkness
+    of the interior, rendered speechless by a feeling
+    of utter helplessness. De Artigny, after an utterance
+    of disappointment, felt his way along the walls;
+    as he came back to the open door our eyes met, and
+    he must have read despair in mine, for he smiled
+    encouragingly.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Swept bare, little girl,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Not so much
+    as an ounce of powder left. The savages got here
+    before us, it seems. Never mind; we shall have to
+    travel a ways on woodcraft, and it will not be the first
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_362"></a>362</span>
+    wilderness journey I have made without arms. Did
+    De Tonty mention to you where he believed the Illini
+    were in hiding?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;are they Indians?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; the river tribes, the most loyal of all to
+    La Salle. It was one of their villages we saw on the
+    bank of the stream as we approached the fort from the
+    west, I told Boisrondet that it stood there deserted,
+    but not destroyed, and it was our judgment the inhabitants
+    were hiding among the river bluffs. Without
+    canoes they could not travel far, and are probably concealed
+    out yonder. If we can find them our greatest
+    peril is past.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They are friendly?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, and have never shed white blood. I know
+    them well, and with leadership they would be a match
+    even for the Iroquois. De Tonty led them once against
+    these same warriors, and they fought like fiends.
+    Come, we will follow the stream, and see if we cannot
+    find trace of their covert.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>It was but a cluster of rocks where the hut stood,
+    and a few yards below we found the forest creeping
+    down to the very bank of the river. The sky had
+    lightened above us, the obscuring clouds opening to
+    let the silver gleam of stars through, and we paused a
+    moment gazing back, and upward at the vast rock on
+    which perched the beleaguered fort. We could dimly
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_363"></a>363</span>
+    perceive the vague outline of it silhouetted against the
+    lighter arch of sky. In massive gloom and silence it
+    seemed to dominate the night, the grim forest sweeping
+    up to its very walls. Not a gleam of light appeared;
+    not a sound reached us. I felt De Artigny&rsquo;s
+    arm about me.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I would that I really knew what was going on
+    yonder &rsquo;neath the screen of trees,&rdquo; he said gravely.
+    &ldquo;Some Indian trick, perchance, which it might be in
+    my power to circumvent&ndash;&ndash;at least bear to the lads
+    fair warning.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You would risk life for that?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, my own readily. That is a lesson of the wilderness;
+    the duty of a comrade. But for your presence
+    I should be climbing the hill seeking to learn the
+    purpose of those savages&ndash;&ndash;else I was no true soldier
+    of France.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What think you their purpose is, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;An attack in force at dawn. Those who passed
+    us were heavily armed, and crept forward stealthily,
+    stripped and painted for war. There were other parties,
+    no doubt, creeping up through the woods from
+    all sides. &rsquo;Tis my thought the hour has struck for
+    them to make their great effort. They have scattered
+    the friendly Indians, killed them, or driven them in
+    terror down the river. Their villages have been
+    destroyed. Now all the warriors who have been at
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_364"></a>364</span>
+    that business have returned, filled with blood lust, and
+    eager to strike at the French.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But they cannot win? Surely they cannot capture
+    the fort, Monsieur? Why it is all rock?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;On three sides&ndash;&ndash;yes; but to the south there is
+    ample space for attack in force. Those woods yonder
+    would conceal a thousand savages within a few
+    hundred yards of the fort gates. And what of the defense?
+    Opposing them is one hundred and fifty feet
+    of stockade, protected at best by fifty rifles. There
+    are no more in the fort, officers, Indians, and all; and
+    Boisrondet says scarcely a dozen rounds of powder
+    and ball to a man. If the Iroquois know this&ndash;&ndash;and
+    why should they not?&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twill be no great feat of arms
+    to batter their way in. I would do that which is right,
+    Adele, if I saw clearly.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I clung to his hands, staring back still at the grim
+    outline of the silent fort. I understood his thoughts,
+    his desire to aid his comrades; but, for a moment, my
+    mind was a blank. I could not let him go, alone, to
+    almost certain death. No, nor would he abandon me
+    on such a mission! Was there no other way by which
+    we could serve? Suddenly a thought crept into my
+    mind.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I asked breathlessly, &ldquo;where do you
+    suppose those Illini Indians to be?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Back from the river, in a glen of caves and rocks.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_365"></a>365</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;How far from here?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Four or five miles; there is a trail from the mouth
+    of the creek.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you know the way? and there might be many
+    warriors there? they will remember you, and obey your
+    orders?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He straightened up, aroused as the full meaning of
+    my questioning occurred to him.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, there is a chance there, if we find them in
+    time, and in force enough to make foray. <i>Sacre!</i> I
+    know not why such thought has not come to me before.
+    Could we but fall on those devils from the rear in surprise,
+    even with a third their number, they would run
+    like cats. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> I thank you for the thought.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>We plunged into the forest, no longer endeavoring
+    to advance silently, but inspired with a desire to
+    achieve our goal as soon as possible. At the mouth of
+    a stream entering the river, De Artigny picked me up
+    in his arms, and waded across. On the opposite bank
+    he sought eagerly on hands and knees for the old trace
+    he dimly remembered. At last he stood erect.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, lass, it&rsquo;s here, and to be easily followed. What
+    hour do you make it now?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;About three.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So I would have said; and &rsquo;tis not daylight until
+    after five. We can scarce make it, yet we will try.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>It was not as dark here away from the gloom of
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_366"></a>366</span>
+    the Rock; the forest was open, and yet I will never
+    know how De Artigny succeeded in following that dim
+    trail at so rapid a gait. As for me I could see nothing
+    of any path, and merely followed him blindly, not even
+    certain of the nature of the ground under my feet.
+    Again and again I tripped over some obstacles&ndash;&ndash;a
+    root, a tuft of grass&ndash;&ndash;and continually unnoted
+    branches flapped against my face. Once I fell prone, yet
+    so noiselessly that Rene passed beyond view before he
+    realized my misfortune, and returned to help me regain
+    my feet. Not until then, I think, did he comprehend
+    the rapidity of his movements.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your pardon, dear girl,&rdquo; and his lips brushed my
+    hair, as he held me in his arms. &ldquo;I forgot all but
+    our comrades yonder. The night is dark to your eyes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I can see nothing,&rdquo; I confessed regretfully, &ldquo;yet
+    you have no difficulty.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a woodsman&rsquo;s training. I have followed
+    many a dim trail in dark forests, and this is so plain
+    I could keep to it on a run if necessary. Ah! the fort
+    is awake and vigilant&ndash;&ndash;that was rifle fire.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I had not only heard the sharp reports, but seen the
+    flash of fire cleaving the darkness.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The discharges came from the woods yonder&ndash;&ndash;they
+    were Indian guns, Monsieur. See! those two
+    last were from the stockade; I could perceive the logs
+    in the flare.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_367"></a>367</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, and that is all; the lads will waste no ammunition
+    in the gloom, except to tell the savages they are
+    awake and ready.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How far have we traveled, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A mile, perhaps. At the crooked oak yonder we
+    leave the stream. You met with no harm when you
+    fell?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No more than a bruise. I can go on now.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>We turned to the right, and plunged into the
+    thicket, the way now so black that I grasped his jacket
+    in fear of becoming lost. We were clambering up a
+    slight hill, careless of everything but our footing, when
+    there was a sudden rustling of the low branches on
+    either side our path. De Artigny stopped, thrusting
+    me back, while at that very instant, indistinct forms
+    seemed to leap forth from the covert. It occurred so
+    quickly, so silently, that before I even realized danger,
+    he was struggling madly with the assailants. I
+    heard the crash of blows, an oath of surprise, a guttural
+    exclamation, a groan of pain. Hands gripped
+    me savagely; I felt naked bodies, struggled wildly to
+    escape, but was flung helplessly to the ground, a hand
+    grasping my hair. I could see nothing only a confused
+    mass of legs and arms, but De Artigny was still on his
+    feet, struggling desperately. From some hand he had
+    grabbed a rifle, and swung it crashing into the faces
+    of those grappling him. Back he came step by step,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_368"></a>368</span>
+    fighting like a fiend, until he stood over me. With one
+    wide sweep of his clutched weapon he struck me free,
+    a blow which shattered the gun stock, and left him
+    armed only with the iron bar. But the battle fury
+    was on him; dimly I could see him towering above me,
+    bareheaded, his clothes torn to rags, the grim barrel
+    poised for a blow.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;St. Ann!&rdquo; he cried exultantly. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a good fight
+    so far&ndash;&ndash;would you have more of it?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hold!&rdquo; broke in a French voice from out the
+    darkness. &ldquo;What means this? Are you of white
+    blood?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I have always supposed so.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A renegade consorting with devils of the Iroquois?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> No! an officer of Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I could see the white man thrust aside the Indian
+    circle, and strike through. His face was invisible,
+    although I was upon my knees now, but he was a short,
+    heavily built fellow.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Stand back! ay, make room. Saint Guise, we are
+    fighting our own friends. If you are of the garrison
+    name yourself.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny, still clasping his rifle barrel, reached
+    out his other hand, and lifted me to my feet.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perchance,&rdquo; he said coolly, &ldquo;if I were a stickler
+    for etiquette, I might ask you first for some explanation
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_369"></a>369</span>
+    of this attack. However, we have made some
+    heads ring, so I waive that privilege. I am the Sieur
+    de Artigny, a lieutenant of La Salle&rsquo;s.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i>&rdquo; the other stepped forward, his hand
+    outstretched. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no unknown name to me, although
+    we have never before met by some chance&ndash;&ndash;I am
+    Francois de la Forest.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;La Forest! You were in France three months
+    ago.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Aye; I was there when Sieur de la Salle landed.
+    He told me the whole tale. I was with him when he
+    had audience with Louis. I am here now bearing the
+    orders of the King, countersigned by La Barre at
+    Quebec, restoring De Tonty to command at Fort St.
+    Louis, and bidding De Baugis and that fool Cassion
+    return to New France.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny crushed the man&rsquo;s hand in both his own,
+    dropping the rifle barrel to the ground. His voice
+    trembled as he made answer.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;He won the King&rsquo;s favor? he convinced Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No doubt of that&ndash;&ndash;never saw I a greater
+    miracle.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And the Sieur de la Salle&ndash;&ndash;has he returned?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Nay; he remains in France, to fit out an expedition
+    to sail for the mouth of the Great River. He hath
+    special commission from the King. To me was given
+    the honor of bearing his message. Ah! but La Barre
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_370"></a>370</span>
+    raved like a mad bull when I handed him the King&rsquo;s
+    order. I thought he would burst a blood vessel, and
+    give us a new governor. But no such luck. Pah! I
+    stood there, struggling to keep a straight face, for he
+    had no choice but obey. &rsquo;Twas a hard dose to swallow,
+    but there was Louis&rsquo; orders in his own hand, all
+    duly sealed; and a command that I be dispatched hither
+    with the message.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;How made you the journey in so short a time?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Overland from Detroit, the same trail you traveled
+    with La Salle; &rsquo;tis much the shorter.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Alone?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;With two <i>courier de bois</i>; they are with me now.
+    But what is this De Artigny you have with you&ndash;&ndash;a
+    woman?&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_371"></a>371</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXXIII_WARRIORS_OF_THE_ILLINI"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXXIII</h2>
+    <h3>WARRIORS OF THE ILLINI</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, M. de la Forest,&rdquo; I said, stepping forward
+    to save Rene from a question which would
+    embarrass him. &ldquo;I am the daughter of Captain la
+    Chesnayne, whom the Sieur de Artigny hath taken
+    under his protection.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;La Chesnayne&rsquo;s daughter! Ah, I heard the story
+    told in Quebec&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twas La Barre&rsquo;s aid who gave me
+    the facts with many a chuckle as though he held it an
+    excellent joke. But why are you here, Madame? Is
+    not M. Cassion in the fort yonder?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a long tale, La Forest,&rdquo; broke in De Artigny,
+    laying his hand on the other&rsquo;s shoulder, &ldquo;and will bide
+    a better time for telling. I am a soldier, and you may
+    trust my word. We are La Salle&rsquo;s men; let it go at
+    that, for there is graver duty fronting us now than
+    the retelling of camp gossip. Madame is my friend,
+    and my hand will defend her reputation. Is that
+    enough, comrade?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, enough. My best regards, Madame,&rdquo; and he
+    bowed low before me, his words ringing true. &ldquo;Whoever
+    Sieur de la Salle has learned to trust hath my
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_372"></a>372</span>
+    faith also. You have come from the fort I take it,
+    De Artigny? How are matters there?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ill enough; the officers at swords&rsquo; points, and the
+    men divided into three camps, for where De la Durantaye
+    stands there is no evidence. M. Cassion holds
+    command by virtue of La Barre&rsquo;s commission, and
+    knows no more of Indian war than a Quebec storekeeper.
+    The garrison numbers fifty men all told; two-thirds
+    soldiers, and a poor lot.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;With ammunition, and food?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ample to eat, so far as I know, but Boisrondet
+    tells me with scarce a dozen rounds per man. The
+    Iroquois are at the gates, and will attack at daylight.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You know this?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The signs are plain. We passed one party clambering
+    up the cliff&ndash;&ndash;no less than fifty warriors, naked
+    and painted for war. Tuscaroras, Madame said from
+    the words she overheard as they slipped past where we
+    hid. &rsquo;Tis not likely they made reconnoissance alone.
+    The fiends have been a week in this valley, and have
+    swept all clear of our Indian allies; now they can bring
+    their full force against the fort.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No doubt you are right.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas my judgment, at least, and we sought help
+    when we ran into you. What Indians have you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Illini, mostly, with a handful of Miamis and
+    Kickapoos. We met them at the crossing, hiding in
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_373"></a>373</span>
+    the hills. They were sadly demoralized, and filled with
+    horror at what they had seen, yet agreed to return
+    here under my leadership.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Who is their chief?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Old Sequitah&ndash;&ndash;you know him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, a real warrior. &rsquo;Tis better than I dared hope,
+    for I have been in battle with him before. Do you
+    number a hundred?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And fifty more, though indifferently armed. Never
+    have I seen the Illini in action, De Artigny; they seem
+    to me a poor lot, so frightened of the wolves as to be
+    valueless.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So they are if left to themselves, but under white
+    leadership they stiffen. They will fight if given the
+    Indian style. They will never stand in defense, but
+    if we lead them to a surprise, they&rsquo;ll give good account
+    of themselves. That is my plan La Forest&ndash;&ndash;that we
+    creep up through the woods behind the Iroquois lines.
+    They will expect no attack from the rear, and will
+    have no guard. If we move quickly while it remains
+    dark, we ought to get within a few yards of the red
+    demons without discovery. They will fight desperately,
+    no doubt, for their only hope of escape would
+    be to either plunge down the rocky banks on either
+    side, or cut a way through. You have been at the
+    fort?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Twice before.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_374"></a>374</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then you know the nature of the ground. &rsquo;Tis
+    all woodland until within a few hundred yards of the
+    gates. You recall the great rock beside the trail?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, and the view from the top.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;My plan would be to creep up that far, with flanking
+    parties on the slopes below. In front, as you may
+    remember, there is an open space, then a fringe of forest
+    hiding the clearing before the stockade. The Iroquois
+    will be gathered behind that fringe of trees waiting
+    daylight. Is my thought right?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the most likely spot.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then listen; I have thought this all out. You and
+    I, with Sequitah, will take a hundred of your Indians,
+    cross the small river, and advance up the trail. That
+    leaves fifty warriors to creep through the woods on
+    either slope, twenty-five to a side, led by your two
+    <i>couriers de bois</i>. We will wait at the great rock, and
+    give the signal.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>La Forest stood silent a moment, thinking; then
+    rested his hand on De Artigny&rsquo;s shoulder.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;It looks feasible enough, but the flanking parties
+    may not reach their positions in time.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The one from the west will not have as far to
+    travel as we do. The other does not make so much
+    difference, for if the Iroquois break they will come in
+    this direction&ndash;&ndash;the other side of the trail is sheer
+    rock.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_375"></a>375</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;True; and what about the lady?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I shall go with you, Messieurs,&rdquo; I said quietly.
+    &ldquo;There will be no more danger there than here; besides
+    you would not leave me alone without a guard,
+    and you will need every fighting man.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I felt the grip of Rene&rsquo;s hand but it was La Forest&rsquo;s
+    voice that spoke.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The right ring to that, hey, De Artigny! Madame
+    answers my last argument. But first, let us have word
+    with the chief.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He addressed a word into the crowd of indistinguishable
+    figures, and an Indian came forward. Dim
+    as the light was I was impressed with the dignity of
+    his carriage, the firm character of his facial outline.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I am Sequitah, Chief of the Mascoutins,&rdquo; he said
+    gravely, &ldquo;for whom the white chief sent.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny stepped forth, standing as erect as the
+    other.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Sequitah is great chief,&rdquo; he said quietly, &ldquo;a warrior
+    of many battles, the friend of La Salle. We have
+    smoked the peace-pipe together, and walked side by
+    side on the war-trail. Sequitah knows who speaks?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The French warrior they call De Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Right; &rsquo;tis not the first time you and I have met
+    the Iroquois! The wolves are here again; they have
+    burned the villages of the Illini, and killed your women
+    and children. The valley is black with smoke, and red
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_376"></a>376</span>
+    with blood. What says the war chief of the Mascoutins&ndash;&ndash;will
+    his warriors fight? Will they strike
+    with us a blow against the beasts?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>The chief swept his hand in wide circle.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We are warriors; we have tasted blood. What
+    are the white man&rsquo;s words of wisdom?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Briefly, in quick, ringing sentences, De Artigny outlined
+    his plan. Sequitah listened motionless, his face
+    unexpressive of emotion. Twice, confused by some
+    French phrase, he asked grave questions, and once a
+    <i>courier de bois</i> spoke up in his own tongue, to make
+    the meaning clear. As De Artigny ceased the chief
+    stood for a moment silent.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;We leap upon them from cover?&rdquo; he asked calmly,
+    &ldquo;and the white men will sally forth to aid us?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis so we expect&ndash;&ndash;M. de Tonty is never averse
+    to a fight.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I believe in the Iron Hand; but &rsquo;tis told me others
+    command now. If they fail we are but few against
+    many.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They will not fail, Sequitah; they are Frenchmen.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The Indian folded his hands across his breast, his
+    eyes on the two men facing him. There was silence,
+    but for the slight rustle of moving bodies in the darkness.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Sequitah hears the voice of his friend,&rdquo; he announced
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_377"></a>377</span>
+    at last, &ldquo;and his words sound wise. The warriors
+    of the Illini will fight beside the white men.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>There was no time lost although I know but little
+    of what occurred, being left alone there while La Forest
+    and De Artigny divided the men, and arranged the
+    plans of advance. The dense night shrouded much of
+    this hasty preparation, for all I could perceive were
+    flitting figures, or the black shadow of warriors being
+    grouped together. I could hear voices, never loud, giving
+    swift orders, or calling to this or that individual
+    through the gloom.</p>
+  <p>A party tramped by me, and disappeared, twenty or
+    more naked warriors, headed by a black-bearded
+    Frenchman, bearing a long rifle&ndash;&ndash;the detachment, no
+    doubt, dispatched to guard the slope east of the trail,
+    and hurried forth to cover the greater distance. Yet
+    these could have scarcely advanced far through that
+    jungle when the others were also in line, waiting the
+    word.</p>
+  <p>The very silence in which all this was accomplished,
+    the noiseless bodies, the almost breathless attention,
+    scarcely enabled me to realize the true meaning of it
+    all. These men were going into battle, into a death
+    grapple. They meant to attack five times their own
+    number. This was no boy&rsquo;s play; it was war, savage,
+    relentless war. The stern horror of it seemed to suddenly
+    grip me as with icy fingers. Here was what I
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_378"></a>378</span>
+    had read of, dreamed of, being enacted before my very
+    eyes. I was even a part of it, for I was going with
+    them to the field of blood.
+  </p>
+  <p>Yet how different everything was from those former
+    pictures of imagination. There was no noise,
+    no excitement, no shrinking&ndash;&ndash;just those silent, motionless
+    men standing in the positions assigned them,
+    the dim light gleaming on their naked bodies, their
+    ready weapons. I heard the voices of the white men,
+    speaking quietly, giving last instructions as they
+    passed along the lines. Sequitah took his place, not
+    two yards from me, standing like a statue, his face
+    stern and emotionless.</p>
+  <p>It was like a dream, rather than a reality. I was
+    conscious of no thrill, no sense of fear. It was as
+    though I viewed a picture in which I had no personal
+    interest. Out of the darkness came De Artigny, pausing
+    an instant before the chief.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;All is well, Sequitah?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Good&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis as the white chief wishes.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then we move at once; La Forest will guide the
+    rear; you and I will march together. Give your warriors
+    the word.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He turned and took my hand.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You will walk with me, dear one; you are not
+    afraid?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not of the peril of coming battle,&rdquo; I answered.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_379"></a>379</span>
+    &ldquo;I&ndash;&ndash;I think I hardly realize what that all means;
+    but the risk you run. Rene! If&ndash;&ndash;if you win, you
+    will be a prisoner condemned to death.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>He laughed, and bent low, so I felt his lips brush
+    my cheek.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You do not understand, dear girl. A moment and
+    I will explain&ndash;&ndash;once we are beyond the stream. Now
+    I must see that all move together.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_380"></a>380</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXXIV_WE_WAIT_IN_AMBUSH"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXXIV</h2>
+    <h3>WE WAIT IN AMBUSH</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>We advanced through the woods down a slight
+    incline, the Indians moving like so many phantoms.
+    Not a branch rattled as they glided silently forward,
+    not a leaf rustled beneath the soft tread of
+    moccasined feet. De Artigny led me by the hand,
+    aiding me to move quietly over the uneven ground, but
+    made no effort to speak. Beside us, not unlike a
+    shadow, strode the chief Sequitah, his stern face uplifted,
+    shadowed by long black hair, a rifle gripped in
+    his sinewy arms. We crossed the little river, De
+    Artigny bearing me easily in his grasp, and, on the
+    opposite shore, waited for the others to follow. They
+    came, a long line of dark, shadowy forms, wading
+    cautiously through the shallow water, and ranged
+    themselves just below the bank, many still standing in
+    the stream. What light there was flickered over naked
+    bodies, and revealed savage eyes gleaming from out
+    masses of black hair.</p>
+  <p>De Artigny stepped forward on the exposed root of
+    a tree to where he could see his dusky followers, and
+    La Forest climbed the bank, and joined him. A moment
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_381"></a>381</span>
+    the two men conferred, turning about to question
+    Sequitah. As they separated I could distinguish
+    De Artigny&rsquo;s final words.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Very well, then, if it is your wish I take command.
+    Sequitah, a hundred warriors will follow you along
+    the trail&ndash;&ndash;you know it well. Have your best scouts
+    in advance, and circle your braves so as to make attack
+    impossible. Your scouts will not go beyond the great
+    rock except on my order. M. la Forest will accompany
+    them. This is clear?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The Indian muttered response in his own tongue;
+    then spoke more sharply, and the mass of warriors
+    below changed formation, the greater number climbing
+    the bank, and grouping themselves in the darker
+    shadow of the woods.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Who has charge of the others?&rdquo; asked De
+    Artigny.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Bastian Courtray,&rdquo; replied La Forest. &ldquo;He is
+    yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then Courtray, listen; you follow the stream, but
+    do not venture from cover. Post your men below the
+    stockade and wait to intercept fugitives. We will do
+    the fighting above. Are the warriors with you
+    armed?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;All but ten have rifles, Monsieur, but I know not
+    if they be of value.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You must make the best use of them you can.
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_382"></a>382</span>
+    Above all things be quiet, and do nothing to alarm the
+    Iroquois. You may go.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>I leaned forward watching them as they waded
+    down stream, and then climbed the bank, disappearing
+    in the undergrowth. Sequitah had moved past me, and
+    I heard his voice speaking in Indian dialect. Along
+    the forest aisles his warriors glided by where I stood,
+    noiselessly as shadows. In another moment De
+    Artigny and I were alone, the black night all about us,
+    and not a sound reaching our ears to tell of those vanished
+    allies. He took my hand, a caress in his touch,
+    a suggestion of pride in his voice.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The old chief is warrior still,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and,
+    unless all signs fail, the Iroquois will long remember
+    this day. Come, Adele, &rsquo;twill not do for us to be far
+    behind, and we have walked this trail before together.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Had I not tested it with my own ears never would I
+    have believed a hundred men could have made way so
+    noiselessly in the dark, through such thick forest, rock
+    strewn and deeply rutted. Yet not a sound of their
+    stealthy passage was wafted back to us on the wind&ndash;&ndash;no
+    echo of voice, no rasping of foot, no rustle of
+    leaves. Ghosts could not have moved more silently.
+    Some way the very thought that these grim savages
+    were thus creeping forward to attack, and kill, their
+    hearts mad with hate, wild beasts of prey stalking their
+    victims, yielded me a strange feeling of horror. I
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_383"></a>383</span>
+    clung to De Artigny&rsquo;s arm, shrinking from the shadows,
+    my mind filled with nameless fear.
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Adele,&rdquo; he whispered, tenderly, &ldquo;you still fear
+    for me in this venture?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is no need. You heard La Forest say he
+    bore orders of the King which gave De Tonty command
+    once more of Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; but you have already been tried
+    and condemned. Even if they have not authority to
+    shoot you here, they have power to transport to Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There would be battle first, if I know my old comrades
+    well. No, as to that there is no cause to fear. I
+    shall be given fair trial now, and welcome it. My
+    fear has been for you&ndash;&ndash;the vengeance of Cassion, if
+    ever you came within his grasp again. But that also
+    is settled.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Settled? What is it you would tell me?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;This, sweetheart; you should know, although I
+    would that some other might tell you. La Forest
+    whispered it to me while we were alone yonder, for he
+    knew not you were estranged from your husband. He
+    bears with him the King&rsquo;s order for the arrest of M.
+    Cassion. Captain de Baugis is commissioned by
+    La Barre to return him safely to Quebec for trial.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;On what charge?&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_384"></a>384</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Treason to France; the giving of false testimony
+    against a King&rsquo;s officer, and the concealing of official
+    records.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> was it the case of my father?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes; the truth has been made clear. There is, as
+    I understand from what La Forest told me, not sufficient
+    evidence against La Barre to convict, yet &rsquo;tis
+    believed the case will cost him his office. But M.
+    Cassion was his agent, and is guilty beyond a doubt.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But, Monsieur, who made the charges? Who
+    brought the matter to the attention of Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The Comte de Frontenac; he was your father&rsquo;s
+    friend, and won him restoration of his property. Not
+    until La Forest met him in France was he aware of
+    the wrong done Captain la Chesnayne. Later he had
+    converse with La Salle, a Franciscan once stationed at
+    Montreal, and two officers of the regiment Carignan-Salliers.
+    Armed with information thus gained he made
+    appeal to Louis. &rsquo;Tis told me the King was so angry
+    he signed the order of arrest with his own hand, and
+    handed it to La Forest to execute.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The Governor knows?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Not yet. La Forest felt it best to keep the secret,
+    fearing he might be detained, or possibly ambushed on
+    the way hither.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I cannot describe my feelings&ndash;&ndash;joy, sorrow, memory
+    of the past, overwhelming me. My eyes were wet
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_385"></a>385</span>
+    with tears, and I could find no words. De Artigny
+    seemed to understand, yet he made no effort to speak,
+    merely holding me close with his strong arm. So in
+    silence, our minds upon the past and the future, we
+    followed the savages through the black night along
+    the dim trail. For the time I forgot where I was, my
+    weird, ghastly surroundings, the purpose of our
+    stealthy advance, and remembered only my father, and
+    the scenes of childhood. He must have comprehended,
+    for he made no attempt to interrupt my reverie, and
+    his silence drew me closer&ndash;&ndash;the steady pressure of his
+    arm brought me peace.
+  </p>
+  <p>Suddenly before us loomed the shadow of the great
+    rock, which rose a mighty barrier across the trail, its
+    crest outlined against the sky. The Indians had halted
+    here, and we pressed forward through them, until we
+    came to where the chief and La Forest waited. There
+    was a growing tinge of light in the eastern sky,
+    enabling us to perceive each other&rsquo;s faces. All was
+    tense, expectant, the Indians scarcely venturing to
+    breathe, the two white men conversing in whispers.
+    Sequitah stood motionless as a statue, his lips tightly
+    closed.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your scouts ventured no further?&rdquo; questioned
+    De Artigny.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, &rsquo;twas not safe; one man scaled the rock, and
+    reports the Iroquois just beyond.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_386"></a>386</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;They hide in covert where I suspected then; but
+    I would see with my own eyes. There is crevice here,
+    as I remember, to give foothold. Ay, here it is, an
+    easy passage enough. Come, La Forest, a glance
+    ahead will make clear my plans.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The two clambered up noiselessly, and outstretched
+    themselves on the flat surface above. The dawn
+    brightened, almost imperceptibly, so I could distinguish
+    the savage forms on either side, some standing,
+    some squatting on the grass, all motionless, but alert,
+    their weapons gleaming, their cruel eyes glittering from
+    excitement. La Forest descended cautiously, and
+    touched the arm of the chief.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You see?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The Indian shook his head.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Sequitah know now; he not need see. We do what
+    white chief says.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>La Forest turned toward me.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And you, Madame, De Artigny would have you
+    join him.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Surprised at the request I rested my foot in his
+    hand, and crept forward along the smooth surface
+    until I lay beside Rene. He glanced aside into my
+    face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Do not lift your head,&rdquo; he whispered. &ldquo;Peer
+    through this cleft in the stone.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Had I the talent I could sketch that scene now from
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_387"></a>387</span>
+    memory. It must ever abide in my mind, distinct in
+    every detail. The sky overcast with cloud masses, a
+    dense mist rising from the valley, the pallid spectral
+    light barely making visible the strange, grotesque
+    shapes of rocks, trees and men. Before us was a narrow
+    opening, devoid of vegetation, a sterile patch of
+    stone and sand, and beyond this a fringe of trees,
+    matted with underbrush below so as to make good
+    screen, but sufficiently thinned out above, so that, from
+    our elevation, we could look through the interlaced
+    branches across the cleared space where the timber
+    had been chopped away to the palisades of the fort.
+    The first space was filled with warriors, crouching
+    behind the cover of underbrush. Most of these were
+    lying down, or upon their knees, watchfully peering
+    through toward the fort gates, but a few were standing,
+    or moving cautiously about bearing word of command.
+    The attention of all was in front riveted upon
+    the silent, seemingly deserted fort. Not a face did I
+    note turned in our direction, not a movement to indicate
+    our presence was suspected. It was a line, in
+    many places two deep, of naked red bodies, stretching
+    down the slope on either side; the coarse black hair of
+    the warriors gave them savage look, while here and
+    there a chief sported gaudy war bonnet, and all along
+    was the gleam of weapons. The number of them
+    caused me to gasp for breath.
+  </p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_388"></a>388</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I whispered timidly, &ldquo;you can never
+    attack; there are too many.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They appear more numerous than they are,&rdquo; he
+    answered confidently, &ldquo;but it will be a stiff fight. Not
+    all Tuscaroras either; there are Eries yonder to the
+    right, and a few renegade Mohawks with them. Look,
+    by the foot of that big tree, the fellow in war bonnet,
+    and deerskin shirt&ndash;&ndash;what make you of him?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A white man in spite of his paint.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas my guess also. I thought it likely they had
+    a renegade with them, for this is not Indian strategy.
+    La Forest was of the same opinion, although &rsquo;twas too
+    dark when he was here for us to make sure.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;For what are they waiting, and watching?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The gates to open, no doubt. If they suspect
+    nothing within, they will send out a party soon to
+    reconnoiter the trail, and reach the river below for
+    water. It is the custom, and, no doubt, these devils
+    know, and will wait their chance. They urge the laggards
+    now.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>We lay and watched them, his hand clasping mine.
+    Those warriors who had been lying prone, rose to
+    their knees, and weapons in hand, crouched for a
+    spring; the chiefs scattered, careful to keep concealed
+    behind cover. Not a sound reached us, every movement
+    noiseless, the orders conveyed by gesture of the
+    hand. De Artigny pressed my fingers.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_389"></a>389</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Action will come soon,&rdquo; he said, his lips at my
+    ear, &ldquo;and I must be ready below to take the lead. You
+    can serve us best here, Adele; there is no safer spot if
+    you lie low. You have a bit of cloth&ndash;&ndash;a handkerchief?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then watch the fort gates, and if you see them
+    open drop the cloth over the edge of the rock there
+    in signal. I will wait just below, but from where we
+    are we can see nothing. You understand?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Surely, Monsieur; I am to remain here and watch;
+    then signal you when the fort gates open.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, that is it; or if those savages advance into the
+    open&ndash;&ndash;they may not wait.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>His lips touched mine, and I heard him whisper a
+    word of endearment.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You are a brave girl.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; I am frightened, terribly frightened,
+    but&ndash;&ndash;but I love you, and am a Frenchwoman.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>He crept back silently, and I was left alone on
+    the great rock, gazing out anxiously into the gray
+    morning.</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_390"></a>390</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXXV_THE_CHARGE_OF_THE_ILLINI"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXXV</h2>
+    <h3>THE CHARGE OF THE ILLINI</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>It seemed a long time, yet it could scarcely have
+    exceeded a few moments, for the light of early
+    dawn was still dim and spectral, making those savage
+    figures below appear strange and inhuman, while,
+    through the tree barrier, the more distant stockade was
+    little more than a vague shadow. I could barely distinguish
+    the sharp pointed logs, and if any guard
+    passed, his movements were indistinguishable.</p>
+  <p>Had I not known where they were even the position
+    of the gates would have been a mystery. Yet I
+    lay there, my eyes peering through the cleft in the
+    rock, every nerve in my body throbbing. All had been
+    entrusted to me; it was to be my signal which would
+    send De Artigny, La Forest, and their Indian allies
+    forward. I must not fail them; I must do my part.
+    Whatever the cost&ndash;&ndash;even though it be his life&ndash;&ndash;nothing
+    could absolve me from this duty.</p>
+  <p>The Iroquois were massing toward the center,
+    directly in front of the closed gates. The change in
+    formation was made with all the stealthiness of Indian
+    cunning, the warriors creeping silently behind the concealing
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_391"></a>391</span>
+    bushes, and taking up their new positions
+    according to motions of their chiefs. Those having
+    rifles loaded their weapons, while others drew knives
+    and tomahawks from their belts, and held them glittering
+    in the gray light. The white leader remained
+    beside the big tree, paying no apparent heed to anything
+    excepting the stockade in front. The daylight
+    brightened, but mist clouds overhung the valley, while
+    floating wreaths of fog drifted between the great
+    rock and the fort gates, occasionally even obscuring
+    the Iroquois in vaporous folds. There was no sound,
+    no sight, of those hidden below, waiting my word. I
+    seemed utterly alone.
+  </p>
+  <p>Suddenly I started, lifting myself slightly, on one
+    arm so as to see more clearly. Ay, the gates were
+    opening, slowly at first as though the great wooden
+    hinges made resistance; then the two leaves parted,
+    and I had glimpse within. Two soldiers pushed
+    against the heavy logs, and, as they opened wider, a
+    dozen, or more men were revealed, leaning carelessly
+    on their rifles. Boisrondet, bearing gun in the hollow
+    of his arm stepped forward into the opening, and gazed
+    carelessly about over the gray, mist shrouded scene.</p>
+  <p>It was evident enough he felt no suspicion that anything
+    more serious than the usual Indian picket would
+    be encountered. He turned and spoke to the soldiers,
+    waiting while they shouldered their rifles, and tramped
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_392"></a>392</span>
+    forth to join him. His back was toward the fringe of
+    wood. The arm of the white renegade shot into the
+    air, and behind him the massed Iroquois arose to their
+    feet, crouching behind their cover ready to spring. I
+    reached over the rock edge, and dropped the handkerchief.
+  </p>
+  <p>I must have seen what followed, yet I do not know;
+    the incidents seem burned on my memory, yet are so
+    confused I can place them in no order. The white
+    renegade seemed waiting, his arm upraised. Ere it
+    fell in signal to dispatch his wild crew to the slaughter,
+    there was a crash of rifles all about me, the red flare
+    leaping into the gray mist&ndash;&ndash;a savage yell from a hundred
+    throats, and a wild rush of naked bodies.</p>
+  <p>I saw warriors of the Iroquois fling up their arms
+    and fall; I saw them shrink, and shrivel, break ranks
+    and run. Surprised, stricken, terrified by the war-whoops
+    of the maddened Illini, realizing only that they
+    were caught between enemies, their one and only
+    thought was escape. Two of their chiefs were down,
+    and the white renegade, stumbling and falling as
+    though also hurt, dived into the underbrush.</p>
+  <p>Before they could rally, or even comprehend what
+    had occurred, their assailants were upon them. Leaping
+    across the open, over rock and sand, yelling like
+    fiends, weapons gleaming in the dull light, the frenzied
+    Illini, enflamed with revenge, maddened with hate,
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_393"></a>393</span>
+    flung themselves straight at them. Rifles flashed in
+    their faces, tomahawks whirled in the air, but nothing
+    stopped that rush. Warriors fell, but the others stumbled
+    over the naked bodies. I saw De Artigny,
+    stripped to his shirt, and that in rags from the bushes
+    he had plunged through, his rifle barrel gripped, a yard
+    in front of them all. I saw La Forest, bareheaded, and
+    Sequitah, his Indian stoicism forgotten in mad blood
+    lust.
+  </p>
+  <p>Then they struck and were lost in the fierce maelstrom
+    of struggle, striking, falling, red hands gripping
+    at red throats, rifle butts flung high, tomahawks dealing
+    the death blow, knives gleaming as sinewy arms
+    drove them home. I could no longer distinguish
+    enemy from friend; they were interlocked, struggling
+    like mad dogs, fighting as devils might, a wild tangled
+    mass of bodies, of waving hair, of blazing eyes, of
+    uplifted steel.</p>
+  <p>The Iroquois had rallied from their first shock;
+    already they realized the small number of the attackers.
+    Those who had fled were turning back; those on either
+    flank were running toward the scene of fight. I saw
+    the white renegade burst from the press, urging these
+    laggards forward. Scarcely had he attained the outer
+    edge, when De Artigny fought his way forth also,
+    tearing the mass asunder with sweep of rifle. They
+    stood face to face, glaring into each other&rsquo;s eyes.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_394"></a>394</span></div>
+  <p>The rifle in De Artigny&rsquo;s hand was but a twisted
+    bar of iron; this renegade&rsquo;s only weapon was a murderous
+    knife, its point reddened with blood. What
+    word was said, I know not, but I saw De Artigny
+    fling his bar aside, and draw the knife at his belt. <i>Mon
+      Dieu!</i> I could not look; I know not how they fought;
+    I hid my eyes and prayed. When I glanced up again
+    both were gone, the fighting mass was surging over the
+    spot&ndash;&ndash;but the Iroquois were in flight, seeking only
+    some means of escape, while out through the fort gates
+    the soldiers of the garrison were coming on a run,
+    pouring volleys of lead into the fleeing savages. I saw
+    De Tonty, De Baugis, De la Durantaye&ndash;&ndash;ay! and
+    there was M. Cassion, back among the stragglers, waving
+    his sword gallantly in the air. It was all over with
+    so quickly I could but sit and stare; they ran past me
+    in pursuit, wild yells echoing through the woods, but
+    all I thought of then was M. de Artigny. I scrambled
+    down the rock, falling heavily in my haste, yet once
+    upon my feet again, rushed forth, reckless of danger.
+    The ground was strewn with dead and wounded, the
+    victorious Illini already scattered in merciless, headlong
+    pursuit. Only a group of soldiers remained at
+    the edge of the forest. Among these were De Tonty
+    and La Forest. Neither noticed my approach until I
+    faced them.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What, Madame,&rdquo; exclaimed De Tonty, &ldquo;you here
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_395"></a>395</span>
+    also?&rdquo; he paused as though in doubt, &ldquo;and the Sieur
+    de Artigny&ndash;&ndash;had he part in this feat of arms?&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A very important part, Monsieur,&rdquo; returned La
+    Forest, staunching a wound on his forehead, yet bowing
+    gallantly to me. &ldquo;&rsquo;Twas indeed his plan, and I
+    permitted him command as he knows these Illini Indians
+    better than I.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;But does he live, Monsieur?&rdquo; I broke in anxiously.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Live! ay, very much alive&ndash;&ndash;see, he comes yonder
+    now. Faith, he fought Jules Lescalles knife to
+    knife, and ended the career of that renegade. Is that
+    not a recommendation, M. de Tonty?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The other did not answer; he was watching De
+    Artigny approach, his eyes filled with doubt. I also
+    had scarce thought otherwise, and stepped forward to
+    greet him, with hands outstretched. He was rags
+    from head to foot, spattered with blood, an ugly wound
+    showing on one cheek, yet his lips and eyes smiled.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas good work, well done,&rdquo; he said cheerily.
+    &ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be a while before the Iroquois besiege this fort
+    again. Is that not your thought, M. de Tonty?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I appreciate the service rendered,&rdquo; replied the
+    other gravely. &ldquo;But you are in peril here. M. Cassion
+    is yonder, and still in command.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Artigny glanced inquiringly at La Forest, and
+    the latter stepped forward, a leather bound packet in
+    his hands.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_396"></a>396</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Your pardon, M. de Tonty,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;I had forgotten
+    my true mission here. I bear orders from the
+    King of France.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;From Louis? La Salle has reached the King&rsquo;s
+    ear?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, to good results. These are for you, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Tonty took them, yet his thought was not upon
+    their contents, but with his absent chief.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You saw Sieur de la Salle in France? you left
+    him well?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;More than well&ndash;&ndash;triumphant over all his enemies.
+    He sails for the mouth of the Great River with
+    a French colony; Louis authorized the expedition.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;And is that all?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;All, except it was rumored at the court that La
+    Barre would not for long remain Governor of New
+    France.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The face of the Italian did not change expression;
+    slowly he opened the papers, and glanced at their contents;
+    then folded them once more, and lifted his eyes
+    to our faces.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By Grace of the King,&rdquo; he said simply, &ldquo;I am
+    again in command of Fort St. Louis. I see the order
+    is countersigned by La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; he had no choice&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twas not done
+    happily.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_397"></a>397</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;I presume not. But Messieurs, it may be well for
+    us to return within the fort. Madame, may I have the
+    pleasure of escorting you?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>We made our way slowly through the fringe of
+    woods, and across the open space before the fort gates
+    which still stood open. The dead bodies of savages
+    were on all sides, so horribly mutilated, many of them,
+    that I hid my eyes from the sight. De Tonty tried to
+    speak of other things, and to shield me from the view,
+    but I was so sick at heart I could hardly answer him.
+    De la Durantaye, with a dozen men to aid, was already
+    busily engaged in seeking the wounded, and I caught
+    sight of De Baugis far down the western slope clambering
+    up, a body of Indians at his heels. Cassion had
+    disappeared; indeed there was not so much as a single
+    guard at the gate when we entered, yet we were greeted
+    instantly by his voice.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis well you return, M. de Tonty,&rdquo; he said loudly.
+    &ldquo;I was about to call those soldiers yonder, and close
+    the gates. &rsquo;Tis hardly safe to have them left thus with
+    all these strange Indians about.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They are Illini, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;our allies.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Pah! an Indian is an Indian to my mind; bid
+    M. de la Durantaye come hither.&rdquo; He stared at De
+    Artigny and me, seeing us first as he stepped forward.
+    A moment he gasped, his voice failing; then anger
+    conquered, and he strode forward, sword in hand.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_398"></a>398</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> What is this? You here again, you
+    bastard wood ranger? I had hopes I was rid of you,
+    even at the cost of a wife. Well, I soon will be. Here,
+    Durantaye, bring your men; we have a prisoner here
+    to stretch rope. De Tonty, I command you in the name
+    of France!&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="toprule">
+  <div class="chsp">
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_399"></a>399</span>
+    <a id="CHAPTER_XXXVI_THE_CLEARING_OF_MYSTERY"></a>
+    <h2>CHAPTER XXXVI</h2>
+    <h3>THE CLEARING OF MYSTERY</h3>
+  </div>
+  <p>The point of his sword was at De Artigny&rsquo;s
+    breast, but the younger man stood motionless,
+    his lips smiling, his eyes on the other&rsquo;s face.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Perchance, Monsieur,&rdquo; he said quietly, &ldquo;it might
+    be best for you first to speak with this friend of mine.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;What friend? <i>Sacre!</i> What is the fellow to me?
+    Who is he? another one of La Salle&rsquo;s spawn?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>La Forest, still bareheaded, his forehead bleeding,
+    pressed down the swordblade.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The company is a good one,&rdquo; he said bluntly
+    enough, &ldquo;and just now well worth belonging to. I am
+    Francois de la Forest, Monsieur, one time commandant
+    at Detroit; at present messenger from the King of
+    France.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;King&rsquo;s messenger&ndash;&ndash;you! <i>Mon Dieu!</i> you look it.
+    Come, man, what mummery is this?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No mummery, Monsieur. I left France two
+    months since, bearing the King&rsquo;s own word to M. la
+    Barre. &rsquo;Tis with his endorsement I journeyed hither
+    to restore Henri de Tonty to his rightful command of
+    Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_400"></a>400</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;You lie!&rdquo; Cassion cried hotly, eyes blazing hatred
+    and anger, &ldquo;&rsquo;tis some hellish trick.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur, never before did man say that to me,
+    and live. Were you not felon, and thief I would strike
+    you where you stand. Ay, I mean the words&ndash;&ndash;now
+    listen; lift that sword point and I shoot you dead.
+    Monsieur de Tonty, show the man the papers.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion took them as though in a daze, his hand
+    trembling, his eyes burning with malignant rage. I
+    doubt if he ever saw clearly the printed and written
+    words of the document, but he seemed to grasp vaguely
+    the fact of La Barre&rsquo;s signature.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;A forgery,&rdquo; he gasped. &ldquo;Ah, De Baugis, see
+    here; these damned curs of La Salle would play trick
+    on me. Look at the paper.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>The dragoon took it, and smoothed it out in his
+    hands. His face was grave, as his eyes searched the
+    printed lines.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the great seal of France,&rdquo; he said soberly,
+    looking about at the faces surrounding him, &ldquo;and the
+    signature of the governor. How came it here?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;By my hand,&rdquo; returned La Forest proudly. &ldquo;You
+    know me&ndash;&ndash;Monsieur Francois la Forest.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Ay, I know you, ever a follower of La Salle, and
+    friend of Frontenac. &rsquo;Twas through his influence you
+    got this. &rsquo;Tis little use for us to quarrel, M. Cassion&ndash;&ndash;the
+    order is genuine.&rdquo;</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_401"></a>401</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>, I care not for such an order; it does not
+    supersede my commission; I outrank this De Tonty.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hush, do not play the fool.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Better the fool than the coward.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Wait,&rdquo; said La Forest sharply, &ldquo;the matter is
+    not ended. You are Francois Cassion, of Quebec?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Major of Infantry, Commissaire of the Governor
+    La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;So the titles read in this document. I arrest you
+    by King&rsquo;s order for treason to France, and mutilation
+    of official records. Here is the warrant, M. de Baugis,
+    and your orders to convey the prisoner to Quebec for
+    trial.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>Cassion&rsquo;s face went white, and he struggled madly
+    for breath. De Baugis grasped the paper, so startled
+    at this new development as to be incapable of comprehension.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Under arrest? for what, Monsieur? Treason, and
+    mutilation of official records? What does it mean?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;This&ndash;&ndash;the man knows, and will not deny the
+    charge. False testimony sworn to, and signed by this
+    Francois Cassion, charged Captain la Chesnayne with
+    cowardice and treason. In consequence the latter was
+    broken of his command, and his estates forfeited to
+    the Crown. Later, through the efforts of Frontenac,
+    the King was convinced of injustice, and the estates
+    were restored by royal order. This order reached
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_402"></a>402</span>
+    Quebec, but was never recorded. This Cassion was
+    then private secretary to the governor, and the paper
+    came into his hands. Later, to hush up the scandal,
+    he married Captain la Chesnayne&rsquo;s daughter against
+    her will. The day this was accomplished the lost order
+    was placed on file.&rdquo;
+  </p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You saw it?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, I had the files searched secretly. The order
+    was dispatched from France five years ago, but was
+    stamped as received the day Cassion departed from
+    Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>My eyes were upon the speaker and I failed to note
+    how the accused man met this damning charge. It
+    was his voice which drew my attention&ndash;&ndash;high pitched,
+    harsh, unnatural.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> &rsquo;twas not I&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twas La Barre!&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Tell that in Quebec; though little good &rsquo;twill do
+    you. M. de Baugis, in the King&rsquo;s name I order this
+    man&rsquo;s arrest.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>I saw De Baugis step forward, his hand outstretched;
+    then all was confusion and struggle. With the hoarse
+    snarl of a beast, Cassion leaped forward, struck La
+    Forest with his shoulder, and drove sword point into
+    De Artigny. De Tonty gripped him, but was hurled
+    aside by insane strength, reeling back so that the
+    weight of his body struck me to my knees. The next
+    instant, his sword-point dripping blood, the runner
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_403"></a>403</span>
+    was beyond reach, speeding for the open gate. What
+    followed I know from word of others, and no view I
+    had of it.
+  </p>
+  <p>De Artigny had fallen, huddled in a heap on the
+    grass, and I dragged myself across to him on my knees.
+    I heard oaths, a shuffling of feet, a rush of bodies, a
+    voice I did not recognize shouting some order&ndash;&ndash;then
+    the sharp crack of a rifle, and silence. I cared not
+    what had occurred; I had De Artigny&rsquo;s head in my
+    arms, and his eyes opened and smiled up at me full of
+    courage.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You are badly hurt?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, I think not; the thrust was too high. Lift
+    me, and I breathe better. The man must have been
+    mad.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Surely yes, Monsieur; think you he had hope of
+    escape?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis likely he thought only of revenge. Ah, you
+    are here also, De Tonty.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, lad; there is small use for me yonder. You
+    are not seriously struck?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I bleed freely, but the thrust was in the shoulder.
+    I could stand, I think, with your aid.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>On his feet he leaned heavily on us both, yet would
+    not be led away, until La Forest joined us. He held
+    in his hand some papers, yet neither of us questioned
+    him.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_404"></a>404</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Monsieur de Tonty,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;I would have private
+    word with you.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;When I help De Artigny to his bed, and have look
+    at his wound. Yet is it not matter of interest to these
+    as well?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I take it so.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Then speak your message&ndash;&ndash;M. Cassion is dead?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;The sentry&rsquo;s bullet found his heart, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;I saw him fall. Those papers were upon him&ndash;&ndash;are
+    they of value?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That I know not; they possess no meaning to me,
+    but they were addressed to the man killed at St.
+    Ignace.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;Hugo Chevet?&rdquo; I exclaimed. &ldquo;My uncle; may
+    I not see them, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>De Tonty placed them in my hands&ndash;&ndash;a letter from
+    a lawyer in Quebec, with a form of petition to the
+    King, and a report of his search of the archives of
+    New France. The other document was the sworn
+    affidavit of Jules Beaubaou, a clerk of records, that he
+    had seen and read a paper purporting to be a restoration
+    from the King to the heirs of Captain la Chesnayne.
+    It was signed and sealed. I looked up at the
+    faces surrounding me; startled and frightened at this
+    witness from the dead.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;They are papers belonging to Chevet?&rdquo; asked De
+    Tonty.</p>
+  <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_405"></a>405</span></div>
+  <p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;see. He must have known, suspected
+    the truth before our departure, yet had no
+    thought such villainy was the work of M. Cassion. He
+    sought evidence.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;That is the whole story, no doubt. La Barre
+    learned of his search, for he would have spies in
+    plenty, and wrote his letter of warning to Cassion.
+    The latter, fearing the worst, and desperate, did not
+    even hesitate at murder to gain possession of these
+    documents. Fate served him well, and gave him De
+    Artigny as victim. I wonder only that he did not long
+    ago destroy the papers.&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;There is always some weakness in crime,&rdquo; commented
+    La Forest, &ldquo;and the man has paid penalty for
+    his. It would be my guess he desired to place them in
+    La Barre&rsquo;s hands in proof of his loyalty. But, Messieurs,
+    De Artigny needs to have his wound dressed.
+    We can discuss all this later.&rdquo;</p>
+  <hr class="tb">
+  <p>It was two days later, and the bright sunshine rested
+    on Fort St. Louis flecking the sides of the great rock
+    with gold, and bridging the broad valley below. De
+    Artigny, yet too weak to rise unaided, sat in a chair
+    Barbeau had made beside the open window, and to his
+    call I joined him, my arm on his shoulder as I also
+    gazed down upon the scene below. It was one of
+    peace now, the silvery Illinois winding hither and yon
+    <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_406"></a>406</span>
+    among its green islands, the shadowy woods darkening
+    one bank, and the vast meadows stretching northward
+    from the other. Below the bend an Indian village,
+    already rebuilt and occupied, slept in the sun, and I
+    could see children and dogs playing before the tepees.
+  </p>
+  <p>Down the sharp trail from the fort a line of Indian
+    packers were toiling slowly, their backs supporting
+    heavy burdens which they bore to two canoes resting
+    against the bank. About these were grouped a little
+    party of white men, and when at last the supplies were
+    all aboard, several took their places at the paddles, and
+    pushed off into the stream.</p>
+  <p>There was waving of hands, and shouts, and one
+    among them&ndash;&ndash;even at that distance I could tell La
+    Forest&ndash;&ndash;looked up at our window, and raised his hat
+    in gesture of farewell. I watched until they rounded
+    the rock and disappeared on their long journey to
+    Quebec, until the others&ndash;&ndash;exiles of the wilderness&ndash;&ndash;turned
+    away and began to climb upward to the fort
+    gates. De Artigny&rsquo;s hand closed softly over mine.</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;You are sad, sweetheart; you long too for New
+    France?&rdquo;</p>
+  <p>&ldquo;No, Dear One,&rdquo; I answered, and he read the truth
+    in my eyes. &ldquo;Wherever you are is my home. On
+    this rock in the great valley we will serve each other&ndash;&ndash;and
+    France.&rdquo;</p>
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+    <tr>
+      <td>Broad Highway, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Jeffery Farnol</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Bronze Bell, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Louis Joseph Vance</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Buck Peters, Ranchman</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Clarence E. Mulford</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Business of Life, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Robert W. Chambers</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Butterfly Man, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>George Barr McCutcheon</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>By Right of Purchase</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Harold Bindloss</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Cabbages and Kings</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>O. Henry</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Cab No. 44</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>R. F. Foster</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Calling of Dan Matthews, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Harold Bell Wright</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Cape Cod Stories</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Joseph C. Lincoln</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Cap&rsquo;n Eri</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Joseph C. Lincoln</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Cap&rsquo;n Warren&rsquo;s Wards</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Joseph C. Lincoln</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Caravaners</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Author of Elizabeth and Her German Garden</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Cardigan</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Robert W. Chambers</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Carmen</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;">(<i>Geraldine Farrar Edition</i>)</td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Carpet From Bagdad, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Harold MacGrath</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Cash Intrigue, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>George Randolph Chester</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Castle by the Sea, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>H. B. M. Watson</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Claw, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Cynthia Stockley</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>C. O. D.</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Natalie Sumner Lincoln</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Colonial Free Lance, A</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Chauncey O. Hotchkiss</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Coming of the Law, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Chas. A. Seltzer</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Conquest of Canaan, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Booth Tarkington</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Conspirators, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Robert W. Chambers</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Counsel for the Defense</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Leroy Scott</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Crime Doctor, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>E. W. Hornung</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Cry in the Wilderness, A</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Mary E. Waller</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Cynthia of the Minute</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Louis Joseph Vance</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Dark Hollow, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Anna Katharine Green</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Dave&rsquo;s Daughter</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Patience Bevier Cole</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Day of Days, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Louis Joseph Vance</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Day of the Dog, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>George Barr McCutcheon</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Depot Master, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Joseph C. Lincoln</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Desired Woman, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Will N. Harben</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Destroying Angel, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Louis Joseph Vance</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Diamond Master, The</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Jacques Futrelle</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Dixie Hart</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Will N. Harben</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>El Dorado</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Baroness Orczy</i></td>
+    </tr>
+    <tr>
+      <td>Elusive Isabel</td>
+      <td style="text-align:right;"><i>Jacques Futrelle</i></td>
+    </tr>
+  </table>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Beyond the Frontier, by Randall Parrish
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+
+Title: Beyond the Frontier
+
+Author: Randall Parrish
+
+Illustrator: The Kinneys
+
+Release Date: October 24, 2009 [EBook #30319]
+
+Language: English
+
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEYOND THE FRONTIER ***
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+Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net
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+
+BEYOND THE FRONTIER
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur, if you doubt how my race
+repays insult". Page 80. Beyond the Frontier.]
+
+
+
+
+BEYOND THE FRONTIER
+
+A Romance of Early Days in the Middle West
+
+By RANDALL PARRISH
+
+Author of
+
+"When Wilderness was King," "The Maid of the Forest," Etc.
+
+With Frontispiece
+
+By THE KINNEYS
+
+A. L. BURT COMPANY
+
+Publishers--New York
+
+Published by Arrangements with A. C. McCLURG & Co.
+
+
+
+
+Copyright
+
+A. C. McClurg & Co.
+
+1915
+
+Published October, 1915
+
+Copyrighted in Great Britain
+
+W. F. HALL PRINTING COMPANY, CHICAGO
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+  CHAPTER                                                         PAGE
+        I At the Home of Hugo Chevet                                 1
+       II The Choice of a Husband                                   16
+      III I Appeal for Aid                                          28
+       IV In the Palace of the Intendant                            45
+        V The Order of La Barre                                     61
+       VI The Wife of Francois Cassion                              76
+      VII The Two Men Meet                                          87
+     VIII I Defy Cassion                                           101
+       IX The Flames of Jealousy                                   115
+        X We Attain the Ottawa                                     126
+       XI I Gain Speech With De Artigny                            136
+      XII On the Summit of the Bluff                               148
+     XIII We Reach the Lake                                        158
+      XIV At St. Ignace                                            170
+       XV The Murder of Chevet                                     181
+      XVI My Pledge Saves De Artigny                               192
+     XVII The Break of Storm                                       200
+    XVIII Alone With De Artigny                                    211
+      XIX We Exchange Confidences                                  223
+       XX I Choose My Duty                                         234
+      XXI We Decide Our Course                                     244
+     XXII We Meet With Danger                                      254
+    XXIII The Words of Love                                        267
+     XXIV We Attack the Savages                                    278
+      XXV Within the Fort                                          289
+     XXVI In De Baugis' Quarters                                   299
+    XXVII I Send for De Tonty                                      309
+   XXVIII The Court Martial                                        319
+     XXIX Condemned                                                330
+      XXX I Choose My Future                                       341
+     XXXI We Reach the River                                       350
+    XXXII We Meet Surprise                                         361
+   XXXIII Warriors of the Illini                                   371
+    XXXIV We Wait in Ambush                                        380
+     XXXV The Charge of the Illini                                 390
+    XXXVI The Clearing of Mystery                                  399
+
+
+
+
+BEYOND THE FRONTIER
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+AT THE HOME OF HUGO CHEVET
+
+
+It was early autumn, for the clusters of grapes above me were already
+purple, and the forest leaves were tinged with red. And yet the air
+was soft, and the golden bars of sun flickered down on the work in my
+lap through the laced branches of the trellis. The work was but a
+pretense, for I had fled the house to escape the voice of Monsieur
+Cassion who was still urging my uncle to accompany him on his journey
+into the wilderness. They sat in the great room before the fireplace,
+drinking, and I had heard enough already to tell me there was
+treachery on foot against the Sieur de la Salle. To be sure it was
+nothing to me, a girl knowing naught of such intrigue, yet I had not
+forgotten the day, three years before, when this La Salle, with others
+of his company, had halted before the Ursuline convent, and the
+sisters bade them welcome for the night. 'Twas my part to help serve,
+and he had stroked my hair in tenderness. I had sung to them, and
+watched his face in the firelight as he listened. Never would I forget
+that face, nor believe evil of such a man. No! not from the lips of
+Cassion nor even from the governor, La Barre.
+
+I recalled it all now, as I sat there in the silence, pretending to
+work, how we watched them embark in their canoes and disappear, the
+Indian paddlers bending to their task, and Monsieur la Salle,
+standing, bareheaded as he waved farewell. Beyond him was the dark
+face of one they called De Tonty, and in the first boat a mere boy
+lifted his ragged hat. I know not why, but the memory of that lad was
+clearer than all those others, for he had met me in the hall and we
+had talked long in the great window ere the sister came, and took me
+away. So I remembered him, and his name, Rene de Artigny. And in all
+those years I heard no more. Into the black wilderness they swept and
+were lost to those of us at home in New France.
+
+No doubt there were those who knew--Frontenac, Bigot, those who ruled
+over us at Quebec--but 'twas not a matter supposed to interest a girl,
+and so no word came to me. Once I asked my Uncle Chevet, and he
+replied in anger with only a few sentences, bidding me hold my tongue;
+yet he said enough so that I knew the Sieur de la Salle lived and had
+built a fort far away, and was buying furs of the Indians. It was this
+that brought jealousy, and hatred. Once Monsieur Cassion came and
+stopped with us, and, as I waited on him and Uncle Chevet, I caught
+words which told me that Frontenac was La Salle's friend, and would
+listen to no charges brought against him. They talked of a new
+governor; yet I learned but little, for Cassion attempted to kiss me,
+and I would wait on him no more.
+
+Then Frontenac was recalled to France, and La Barre was governor. How
+pleased my Uncle Chevet was when the news came, and he rapped the
+table with his glass and exclaimed: "Ah! but now we will pluck out the
+claws of this Sieur de la Salle, and send him where he belongs." But
+he would explain nothing, until a week later. Cassion came up the
+river in his canoe with Indian paddlers, and stopped to hold
+conference. The man treated me with much gallantry, so that I
+questioned him, and he seemed happy to answer that La Barre had
+already dispatched a party under Chevalier de Baugis, of the King's
+Dragoons to take command of La Salle's Fort St. Louis in the Illinois
+country. La Salle had returned, and was already at Quebec, but Cassion
+grinned as he boasted that the new governor would not even give him
+audience. Bah! I despised the man, yet I lingered beside him, and thus
+learned that La Salle's party consisted of but two _voyageurs_, and
+the young Sieur de Artigny. I was glad enough when he went away,
+though I gave him my hand to kiss, and waved to him bravely at the
+landing. And now he was back again, bearing a message from La Barre,
+and seeking volunteers for some western voyage of profit. 'Twas of no
+interest to me unless my uncle joined in the enterprise, yet I was
+kind enough, for he brought with him word of the governor's ball at
+Quebec, and had won the pledge of Chevet to take me there with him. I
+could be gracious to him for that and it was on my gown I worked, as
+the two planned and talked in secret. What they did was nothing to me
+now--all my thought was on the ball. What would you? I was seventeen.
+
+The grape trellis ran down toward the river landing, and from where I
+sat in the cool shadow, I could see the broad water gleaming in the
+sun. Suddenly, as my eyes uplifted, the dark outline of a canoe swept
+into the vista, and the splashing paddles turned the prow inward
+toward our landing. I did not move, although I watched with interest,
+for it was not the time of year for Indian traders, and these were
+white men. I could see those at the paddles, voyageurs, with gay
+cloths about their heads; but the one in the stern wore a hat, the
+brim concealing his face, and a blue coat. I knew not who it could be
+until the prow touched the bank, and he stepped ashore. Then I knew,
+and bent low over my sewing, as though I had seen nothing, although my
+heart beat fast. Through lowered lashes I saw him give brief order to
+the men, and then advance toward the house alone. Ah! but this was not
+the slender, laughing-eyed boy of three years before. The wilderness
+had made of him a man--a soldier. He paused an instant to gaze about,
+and held his hat in his hand, the sun touching his tanned cheeks, and
+flecking the long, light-colored hair. He looked strong and manly in
+his tightly buttoned jacket, a knife at his belt, a rifle grasped
+within one hand. There was a sternness to his face too, although it
+lit up in a smile, as the searching eyes caught glimpse of my white
+dress in the cool shade of the grape arbor. Hat still in hand he came
+toward me, but I only bent the lower, as though I knew nothing of his
+approach, and had no interest other than my work.
+
+"Mademoiselle," he said gently, "pardon me, but is not this the home
+of Hugo Chevet, the fur trader?"
+
+I looked up into his face, and bowed, as he swept the earth with his
+hat, seeing at a glance that he had no remembrance of me.
+
+"Yes," I answered. "If you seek him, rap on the door beyond."
+
+"'Tis not so much Chevet I seek," he said, showing no inclination to
+pass me, "but one whom I understood was his guest--Monsieur Francois
+Cassion."
+
+"The man is here," I answered quickly, yet unable to conceal my
+surprise, "but you will find him no friend to Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"Ah!" and he stared at me intently. "In the name of the saints, what
+is the meaning of this? You know me then?"
+
+I bowed, yet my eyes remained hidden.
+
+"I knew you once as Monsieur's friend," I said, almost regretting my
+indiscretion, "and have been told you travel in his company."
+
+"You knew me once!" he laughed. "Surely that cannot be, for never
+would I be likely to forget. I challenge you, Mademoiselle to speak my
+name."
+
+"The Sieur Rene de Artigny, Monsieur."
+
+"By my faith, the witch is right, and yet in all this New France I
+know scarce a maid. Nay look up; there is naught to fear from me, and
+I would see if memory be not new born. Saint Giles! surely 'tis true;
+I have seen those eyes before; why, the name is on my tongue, yet
+fails me, lost in the wilderness. I pray you mercy, Mademoiselle!"
+
+"You have memory of the face you say?"
+
+"Ay! the witchery of it; 'tis like a haunting spirit."
+
+"Which did not haunt long, I warrant. I am Adele la Chesnayne,
+Monsieur."
+
+He stepped back, his eyes on mine, questioningly. For an instant I
+believed the name even brought no familiar sound; then his face
+brightened, and his eyes smiled, as his lips echoed the words.
+
+"Adele la Chesnayne! Ay! now I know. Why 'tis no less than a miracle.
+It was a child I thought of under that name--a slender, brown-eyed
+girl, as blithesome as a bird. No, I had not forgotten; only the magic
+of three years has made of you a woman. Again and again have I
+questioned in Montreal and Quebec, but no one seemed to know. At the
+convent they said your father fell in Indian skirmish."
+
+"Yes; ever since then I have lived here, with my uncle, Hugo Chevet."
+
+"Here!" he looked about, as though the dreariness of it was first
+noticed. "Alone? Is there no other woman?"
+
+I shook my head, but no longer looked at him, for fear he might see
+the tears in my eyes.
+
+"I am the housekeeper, Monsieur. There was nothing else for me. In
+France, I am told, my father's people were well born, but this is not
+France, and there was no choice. Besides I was but a child of
+fourteen."
+
+"And seventeen, now, Mademoiselle," and he took my hand gallantly.
+"Pardon if I have asked questions which bring pain. I can understand
+much, for in Montreal I heard tales of this Hugo Chevet."
+
+"He is rough, a woodsman," I defended, "yet not unkind to me. You will
+speak him fair?"
+
+He laughed, his eyes sparkling with merriment.
+
+"No fear of my neglecting all courtesy, for I come beseeching a favor.
+I have learned the lesson of when the soft speech wins more than the
+iron hand. And this other, the Commissaire Cassion--is he a bird of
+the same plumage?"
+
+I made a little gesture, and glanced back at the closed door.
+
+"Oh, no; he is the court courtier, to stab with words, not deeds.
+Chevet is rough of speech, and hard of hand, but he fights in the
+open; Cassion has a double tongue, and one never knows him." I glanced
+up into his sobered face. "He is a friend of La Barre."
+
+"So 'tis said, and has been chosen by the governor to bear message to
+De Baugis in the Illinois country. I seek passage in his company."
+
+"You! I thought you were of the party of Sieur de la Salle?"
+
+"I am," he answered honestly, "yet Cassion will need a guide, and
+there is none save myself in all New France who has ever made that
+journey. 'Twill be well for him to listen to my plan. And why not? We
+do not fight the orders of the governor: we obey, and wait. Monsieur
+de la Salle will tell his story to the King."
+
+"The King! to Louis?"
+
+"Ay, 'twill not be the first time he has had audience, and already he
+is at sea. We can wait, and laugh at this Cassion over his useless
+journey."
+
+"But he--he is treacherous, Monsieur."
+
+He laughed, as though the words amused.
+
+"To one who has lived, as I, amid savages, treachery is an old story.
+The Commissaire will not find me asleep. We will serve each other, and
+let it go at that. Ah! we are to be interrupted."
+
+He straightened up facing the door, and I turned, confronting my uncle
+as he emerged in advance. He was a burly man, with iron-gray hair, and
+face reddened by out-of-doors; and he stopped in surprise at sight of
+a stranger, his eyes hardening with suspicion.
+
+"And who is this with whom you converse so privately, Adele?" he
+questioned brusquely, "a young popinjay new to these parts I
+venture."
+
+De Artigny stepped between us, smiling in good humor.
+
+"My call was upon you, Monsieur Chevet, and not the young lady," he
+said quietly enough, yet with a tone to the voice. "I merely asked her
+if I had found the right place, and if, Monsieur, the Commissaire
+Cassion was still your guest."
+
+"And what may I ask might be your business with the Commissaire
+Cassion?" asked the latter, pressing past Chevet, yet bowing with a
+semblance of politeness, scarcely in accord with the studied insolence
+of his words. "I have no remembrance of your face."
+
+"Then, Monsieur Cassion is not observant," returned the younger man
+pleasantly, "as I accompanied the Sieur de la Salle in his attempt to
+have audience with the governor."
+
+"Ah!" the word of surprise exploded from the lips. "_Sacre!_ 'tis
+true! My faith, what difference clothes make. I mistook you for a
+_courier du bois_."
+
+"I am the Sieur Rene de Artigny."
+
+"Lieutenant of La Salle's?"
+
+"Scarcely that, Monsieur, but a comrade; for three years I have been
+with his party, and was chosen by him for this mission."
+
+Cassion laughed, chucking the gloomy-faced Chevet in the side, as
+though he would give point to a good joke.
+
+"And little the trip hither has profited either master or man, I
+warrant. La Barre does not sell New France to every adventurer.
+Monsieur de la Salle found different reception in Quebec than when
+Frontenac ruled this colony. Where went the fur-stealer?"
+
+"To whom do you refer?"
+
+"To whom? Heaven help us, Chevet, the man would play nice with words.
+Well, let it go, my young cock, and answer me."
+
+"You mean the Sieur de la Salle?"
+
+"To be sure; I called him no worse than I have heard La Barre speak.
+They say he has left Quebec; what more know you?"
+
+"'Tis no secret, Monsieur," replied De Artigny quietly enough,
+although there was a flash in his eyes, as they met mine. "The Sieur
+de la Salle has sailed for France."
+
+"France! Bah! you jest; there has been no ship outward bound."
+
+"The _Breton_ paused at St. Roche, held by the fog. When the fog
+lifted there was a new passenger aboard. By dawn the Indian paddlers
+had me landed in Quebec."
+
+"Does La Barre know?"
+
+"Faith! I could not tell you that, as he has not honored me with
+audience."
+
+Cassion strode back and forth, his face dark with passion. It was not
+pleasant news he had been told, and it was plain enough he understood
+the meaning.
+
+"By the saints!" he exclaimed. "'Tis a sly fox to break through our
+guard so easily. Ay, and 'twill give him a month to whisper his lies
+to Louis, before La Barre can forward a report. But, _sacre!_ my young
+chanticleer, surely you are not here to bring me this bit of news. You
+sought me, you said? Well, for what purpose?"
+
+"In peace, Monsieur. Because I have served Sieur de la Salle loyally
+is no reason why we should be enemies. We are both the King's men, and
+may work together. The word has come to me that you head a party for
+the Illinois, with instructions for De Baugis at Fort St. Louis. Is
+this true?"
+
+Cassion bowed coldly, waiting to discover how much more his questioner
+knew.
+
+"Ah, then I am right thus far. Well, Monsieur, 'twas on that account I
+came, to volunteer as guide."
+
+"You! 'Twould be treachery."
+
+"Oh, no; our interests are the same so far as the journey goes. I
+would reach St. Louis; so would you. Because we may have different
+ends in view, different causes to serve, has naught to do with the
+trail thither. There is not a man who knows the way as well as I. Four
+times have I traveled it, and I am not a savage, Monsieur--I am a
+gentleman of France."
+
+"And you pledge your word?"
+
+"I pledge my word--to guide you safe to Fort St. Louis. Once there I
+am comrade to Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"Bah! I care not who you comrade with, once you serve my purpose. I
+take your offer, and if you play me false--"
+
+"Restrain your threats, Monsieur Cassion. A quarrel will get us
+nowhere. You have my word of honor; 'tis enough. Who will compose the
+party?"
+
+Cassion hesitated, yet seemed to realize the uselessness of deceit.
+
+"A dozen or more soldiers of the Regiment of Picardy, some _couriers
+du bois_, and the Indian paddlers. There will be four boats."
+
+"You go by the Ottawa, and the lakes?"
+
+"Such were my orders."
+
+"'Tis less fatiguing, although a longer journey; and the time of
+departure?"
+
+Cassion laughed, as he turned slightly, and bowed to me.
+
+"We leave Quebec before dawn Tuesday," he said gaily. "It is my wish
+to enjoy once more the follies of civilization before plunging into
+the wilderness. The Governor permits that we remain to his ball.
+Mademoiselle la Chesnayne does me the honor of being my guest on that
+occasion."
+
+"I, Monsieur!" I exclaimed in surprise at his boastful words. "'Twas
+my uncle who proposed--"
+
+"Tut, tut, what of that?" he interrupted in no way discomposed. "It is
+my request which opens the golden gates. The good Hugo here but looks
+on at a frivolity for which he cares nothing. 'Tis the young who
+dance. And you, Monsieur de Artigny, am I to meet you there also, or
+perchance later at the boat landing?"
+
+The younger man seemed slow in response, but across Cassion's shoulder
+our eyes met. I know not what he saw in the glance of mine, for I gave
+no sign, yet his face brightened, and his words were carelessly
+spoken.
+
+"At the ball, Monsieur. 'Tis three years since I have danced to
+measure, but it will be a joy to look on, and thus keep company with
+Monsieur Chevet. Nor shall I fail you at the boats: until then,
+Messieurs," and he bowed hat in hand, "and to you, Mademoiselle,
+adieu."
+
+We watched him go down the grape arbor to the canoe, and no one spoke
+but Cassion.
+
+"_Pouf!_ he thinks well of himself, that young cockerel, and 'twill
+likely be my part to clip his spurs. Still 'tis good policy to have
+him with us, for 'tis a long journey. What say you, Chevet?"
+
+"That he is one to watch," answered my uncle gruffly. "I trust none of
+La Salle's brood."
+
+"No, nor I, for the matter of that, but I am willing to pit my brains
+against the best of them. Francois Cassion is not likely to be caught
+asleep, my good Hugo."
+
+He turned about, and glanced questioningly into my face.
+
+"And so, Mademoiselle, it did not altogether please you to be my guest
+at the ball? Perchance you preferred some other gallant?"
+
+The sunlight, flickering through the leaves, rested on his face, and
+brought out the mottled skin of dissipation, the thin line of his
+cruel lips, the insolent stare of his eyes. I felt myself shrink,
+dreading he might touch me; yet dominating all else was the thought of
+De Artigny--the message of his glance, the secret meaning of his
+pledge--the knowledge that he would be there. So I smiled, and made
+light of his suspicion.
+
+"It was but surprise, Monsieur," I said gaily "for I had not dreamed
+of such an honor. 'Tis my wish to go; see, I have been working on a
+new gown, and now I must work the faster."
+
+I swept him a curtsey, smiling to myself at the expression of his
+face, and before he could speak had disappeared within. Bah! I would
+escape those eyes and be alone to dream.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+THE CHOICE OF A HUSBAND
+
+
+It was just before dark when Monsieur Cassion left us, and I watched
+him go gladly enough, hidden behind the shade of my window. He had
+been talking for an hour with Chevet in the room below; I could hear
+the rattle of glasses, as though they drank, and the unpleasant
+arrogance of his voice, although no words reached me clearly. I cared
+little what he said, although I wondered at his purpose in being
+there, and what object he might have in this long converse with my
+uncle. Yet I was not sent for, and no doubt it was some conference
+over furs, of no great interest. The two were in some scheme I knew to
+gain advantage over Sieur de la Salle, and were much elated now that
+La Barre held power; but that was nothing for a girl to understand, so
+I worked on with busy fingers, my mind not forgetful of the young
+Sieur de Artigny.
+
+It was not that I already loved him, yet ever since girlhood the
+memory of him had remained in my thought, and in those years since I
+had met so few young men that the image left on my imagination had
+never faded. Indeed, it had been kept alive by the very animosity
+which my uncle cherished against Monsieur de la Salle. The real cause
+of his bitterness, outside of trade rivalry, I never clearly
+understood, but he was ever seeking every breath of gossip from that
+distant camp of adventurers, and angrily commenting thereon. Again and
+again I overheard him conspiring with others in a vain effort to
+influence Frontenac to withdraw his support of that distant
+expedition, and it was this mutual enmity which first brought Cassion
+to our cabin.
+
+With Frontenac's removal, and the appointment of La Barre as
+Governor, the hopes of La Salle's enemies revived, and when
+Cassion's smooth tongue won him a place as Commissaire, all concerned
+became more bold and confident in their planning. I knew little of
+it, yet sufficient to keep the remembrance of those adventures
+fresh in my mind, and never did they recur to me without yielding me
+vision of the ardent young face of De Artigny as he waved me adieu
+from the canoe. Often in those years of silence did I dream of him
+amid the far-off wilderness--the idle dreaming of a girl whose own
+heart was yet a mystery--and many a night I sat at my window
+gazing out upon the broad river shimmering in the moonlight,
+wondering at those wilderness mysteries among which he lived.
+
+Yet only once in all those years had I heard mention of his name.
+'Twas but a rumor floating back to us of how La Salle had reached the
+mouth of a great river flowing into the South Sea, and among the few
+who accompanied him was De Artigny. I remember yet how strangely my
+heart throbbed as I heard the brief tale retold, and someone read the
+names from a slip of paper. Chevet sat by the open fire listening, his
+pipe in his mouth, his eyes scowling at the news; suddenly he blurted
+out: "De Artigny, say you? In the name of the fiend! 'tis not the old
+captain?" "No, no, Chevet," a voice answered testily, "Sieur Louis de
+Artigny has not stepped foot on ground these ten years; 'tis his brat
+Rene who serves this freebooter, though 'tis like enough the father
+hath money in the venture." And they fell to discussing, sneering at
+the value of the discovery, while I slipped unnoticed from the room.
+
+Chevet did not return to the house after Monsieur Cassion's canoe had
+disappeared. I saw him walking back and forth along the river bank,
+smoking, and seemingly thinking out some problem. Nor did he appear
+until I had the evening meal ready, and called to him down the arbor.
+He was always gruff and bearish enough when we were alone, seldom
+speaking, indeed, except to give utterance to some order, but this
+night he appeared even more morose and silent than his wont, not so
+much as looking at me as he took seat, and began to eat. No doubt
+Cassion had brought ill news, or else the appearance of De Artigny had
+served to arouse all his old animosity toward La Salle. It was little
+to me, however, and I had learned to ignore his moods, so I took my
+own place silently, and paid no heed to the scowl with which he
+surveyed me across the table. No doubt my very indifference fanned his
+discontent, but I remained ignorant of it, until he burst out
+savagely.
+
+"And so you know this young cockerel, do you? You know him, and never
+told me?"
+
+I looked up in surprise, scarce comprehending the unexpected
+outburst.
+
+"You mean the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"Ay! Don't play with me! I mean Louis de Artigny's brat. Bah! he may
+fool Cassion with his soft words, but not Hugo Chevet. I know the lot
+of them this many year, and no ward of mine will have aught to do with
+the brood, either young or old. You hear that, Adele! When I hate, I
+hate, and I have reason enough to hate that name, and all who bear it.
+Where before did you ever meet this popinjay?"
+
+"At the convent three years ago. La Salle rested there overnight, and
+young De Artigny was of the party. He was but a boy then."
+
+"He came here today to see you?"
+
+"No, never," I protested. "I doubt if he even had the memory of me
+until I told him who I was. Surely he explained clearly why he came."
+
+He eyed me fiercely, his face full of suspicion, his great hand
+gripping the knife.
+
+"'Tis well for you if that be true," he said gruffly, "but I have no
+faith in the lad's words. He is here as La Salle's spy, and so I
+told Cassion, though the only honor he did me was to laugh at my
+warning. 'Let him spy,' he said, 'and I will play at the same
+game; 'tis little enough he will learn, and we shall need his
+guidance.' Ay! and he may be right, but I want nothing to do with
+the fellow. Cassion may give him place in his boats, if he will, but
+never again shall he set foot on my land, nor have speech with
+you. You mark my words, Mademoiselle?"
+
+I felt the color flame into my cheeks, and knew my eyes darkened with
+anger, yet made effort to control my speech.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; I am your ward and have always been obedient, yet this
+Sieur de Artigny seems a pleasant spoken young man, and surely 'tis no
+crime that he serves the Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"Is it not!" he burst forth, striking the table with his fist. "Know
+you not I would be rich, but for that fur stealer. By right those
+should be my furs he sends here in trade. There will be another tale
+to tell soon, now that La Barre hath the reins of power; and this De
+Artigny--bah! What care I for that young cockerel--but I hate the
+brood. Listen, girl, I pay my debts; it was this hand that broke Louis
+de Artigny, and has kept him to his bed for ten years past. Yet even
+that does not wipe out the score between us. 'Tis no odds to you what
+was the cause, but while I live I hate. So you have my orders; you
+will speak no more with this De Artigny."
+
+"'Tis not like I shall have opportunity."
+
+"I will see to that. The fool looked at you in a way that made me long
+to grip his throat; nor do I like your answer, yet 'twill be well for
+you to mark my words."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Oh, you're sweet enough with words. I have heard you before, and
+found you a sly minx--when my back was turned--but this time it is not
+I alone who will watch your actions. I have pledged you a husband."
+
+I got to my feet, staring at him, the indignant words stifled in my
+throat. He laughed coarsely, and resumed his meal.
+
+"A husband, Monsieur? You have pledged me?"
+
+"Ay! why not? You are seventeen, and 'tis my place to see you well
+settled."
+
+"But I have no wish to marry, Monsieur," I protested. "There is no man
+for whom I care."
+
+He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and laughed.
+
+"Pooh! if I waited for that no doubt you would pick out some cockerel
+without so much as a spur to his heel. 'Tis my choice, not yours, for
+I know the world, and the man you need. Monsieur Cassion has asked me
+to favor him, and I think well of it."
+
+"Cassion! Surely, you would not wed me to that creature?"
+
+He pushed back his chair, regarding me with scowling eyes.
+
+"And where is there a better? _Sacre_! do you think yourself a queen
+to choose? 'Tis rare luck you have such an offer. Monsieur Cassion is
+going to be a great man in this New France; already he has the
+Governor's ear, and a commission, with a tidy sum to his credit in
+Quebec. What more could any girl desire in a husband?"
+
+"But, Monsieur, I do not love him; I do not trust the man."
+
+"Pah!" He burst into a laugh, rising from the table. Before I could
+draw back he had gripped me by the arm. "Enough of that, young lady.
+He is my choice, and that settles it. Love! who ever heard of love
+nowadays? Ah, I see, you dream already of the young gallant De
+Artigny. Well, little good that will do you. Why what is he? a mere
+ragged adventurer, without a sou to his name, a prowling wolf of the
+forest, the follower of a discredited fur thief. But enough of this; I
+have told you my will, and you obey. Tomorrow we go to Quebec, to the
+Governor's ball, and when Monsieur Cassion returns from his mission
+you will marry him--you understand?"
+
+The tears were in my eyes, blotting out his threatening face, yet
+there was naught to do but answer.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"And this De Artigny; if the fellow ever dares come near you again
+I'll crush his white throat between my fingers."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"To your room then, and think over all I have said. You have never
+found me full of idle threats I warrant."
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+I drew my arm from his grasp, feeling it tingle with pain where his
+fingers had crushed the flesh, and crept up the narrow stairs, glad
+enough to get away and be alone. I had never loved Chevet, but he had
+taught me to fear him, for more than once had I experienced his
+brutality and physical power. To him I was but a chattel, an
+incumbrance. He had assumed charge of me because the law so ordained,
+but I had found nothing in his nature on which I could rely for
+sympathy. I was his sister's child, yet no more to him than some
+Indian waif. More, he was honest about it. To his mind he did well by
+me in thus finding me a husband. I sank on my knees, and hid my face,
+shuddering at the thought of the sacrifice demanded. Cassion! never
+before had the man appeared so despicable. His face, his manner, swept
+through my memory in review. I had scarcely considered him before,
+except as a disagreeable presence to be avoided as much as possible.
+But now, in the silence, the growing darkness of that little chamber,
+with Chevet's threat echoing in my ears, he came to me in clear
+vision--I saw his dull-blue, cowardly eyes, his little waxed mustache,
+his insolent swagger, and heard his harsh, bragging voice.
+
+Ay! he would get on; there was no doubt of that, for he would worm his
+way through where only a snake could crawl. A snake! that was what he
+was, and I shuddered at thought of the slimy touch of his hand. I
+despised, hated him; yet what could I do? It was useless to appeal to
+Chevet, and the Governor, La Barre, would give small heed to a girl
+objecting to one of his henchmen. De Artigny! The name was on my lips
+before I realized I had spoken it, and brought a throb of hope. I
+arose to my feet, and stared out of the window into the dark night. My
+pulses throbbed. If he cared; if I only knew he cared, I would fly
+with him anywhere, into the wilderness depths, to escape Cassion. I
+could think of no other way, no other hope. If he cared! It seemed to
+me my very breath stopped as this daring conception, this mad
+possibility, swept across my mind.
+
+I was a girl, inexperienced, innocent of coquetry, and yet I possessed
+all the instincts of a woman. I had seen that in his eyes which gave
+me faith--he remembered the past; he had found me attractive; he felt
+a desire to meet me again. I knew all this--but was that all? Was it a
+mere passing fervor, a fleeting admiration, to be forgotten in the
+presence of the next pretty face? Would he dare danger to serve me? to
+save me from the clutches of Cassion? A smile, a flash of the eyes, is
+small foundation to build upon, yet it was all I had. Perchance he
+gave the same encouragement to others, with no serious thought. The
+doubt assailed me, yet there was no one else in all New France to whom
+I could appeal.
+
+But how could I reach him with my tale? There was but one opportunity--the
+Governor's ball. He would be there; he had said so, laughingly glancing
+toward me as he spoke the words, the flash of his eyes a challenge. But it
+would be difficult. Chevet, Cassion, not for a moment would they take
+eyes from me, and if I failed to treat him coldly an open quarrel must
+result. Chevet would be glad of an excuse, and Cassion's jealousy would
+spur him on. Yet I must try, and, in truth, I trusted not so much in
+Monsieur de Artigny's interest in me, as in his reckless love of
+adventure. 'Twould please him to play an audacious trick on La Salle's
+enemies, and make Cassion the butt of laughter.
+
+Once he understood, the game would prove much to his liking, and I
+could count on his aid, while the greater the danger the stronger it
+would appeal to such a nature as his. Even though he cared little for
+me he was a gallant to respond gladly to a maid in distress. Ay, if I
+might once bring him word, I could rely on his response; but how could
+that be done? I must trust fortune, attend the ball, and be ready;
+there was no other choice.
+
+'Tis strange how this vague plan heartened me, and gave new courage.
+Scarce more than a dream, yet I dwelt upon it, imagining what I would
+say, and how escape surveillance long enough to make my plea for
+assistance. Today, as I write, it seems strange that I should ever
+have dared such a project, yet at the time not a thought of its
+immodesty ever assailed me. To my mind Rene de Artigny was no
+stranger; as a memory he had lived, and been portion of my life for
+three lonely years. To appeal to him now, to trust him, appeared the
+most natural thing in the world. The desperation of my situation
+obscured all else, and I turned to him as the only friend I knew in
+time of need. And my confidence in his fidelity, his careless
+audacity, brought instantly a measure of peace. I crept back and lay
+down upon the bed. The tears dried upon my lashes, and I fell asleep
+as quietly as a tired child.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+I APPEAL FOR AID
+
+
+It had been two years since I was at Quebec, and it was with new eyes
+of appreciation that I watched the great bristling cliffs as our boat
+glided silently past the shore and headed in toward the landing. There
+were two ships anchored in the river, one a great war vessel with many
+sailors hanging over the rail and watching us curiously. The streets
+leading back from the water front were filled with a jostling throng,
+while up the steep hillside beyond a constant stream of moving
+figures, looking scarcely larger than ants, were ascending and
+descending. We were in our large canoe, with five Indian paddlers, its
+bow piled deep with bales of fur to be sold in the market, and I had
+been sleeping in the stern. It was the sun which awoke me, and I sat
+up close beside Chevet's knee, eagerly interested in the scene. Once I
+spoke, pointing to the grim guns on the summit of the crest above, but
+he answered so harshly as to compel silence. It was thus we swept up
+to the edge of the landing, and made fast. Cassion met us, attired so
+gaily in rich vestments that I scarcely recognized the man, whom I had
+always seen before in dull forest garb, yet I permitted him to take my
+hand and assist me gallantly to the shore. Faith, but he appeared like
+a new person with his embroidered coat, buckled shoes and powdered
+hair, smiling and debonair, whispering compliments to me, as he helped
+me across a strip of mud to the drier ground beyond. But I liked him
+none the better, for there was the same cold stare to his eyes, and a
+cruel sting to his words which he could not hide. The man was the same
+whatever the cut of his clothes, and I was not slow in removing my
+hand from his grasp, once I felt my feet on firm earth.
+
+Yet naught I might do would stifle his complacency, and he talked on,
+seeking to be entertaining, no doubt, and pointing out the things of
+interest on every hand. And I enjoyed the scene, finding enough to
+view to make me indifferent to his posturing. Scarcely did I even note
+what he said, although I must have answered in a fashion, for he stuck
+at my side, and guided me through the crowd, and up the hill. Chevet
+walked behind us, gloomy and silent, having left the Indians with the
+furs until I was safely housed. It was evidently a gala day, for flags
+and streamers were flying from every window of the Lower Town, and the
+narrow, crooked streets were filled with wanderers having no apparent
+business but enjoyment. Never had I viewed so motley a throng, and I
+could but gaze about with wide-opened eyes on the strange passing
+figures.
+
+It was easy enough to distinguish the citizens of Quebec, moving
+soberly about upon ordinary affairs of trade, and those others idly
+jostling their way from point to point of interest--hunters from the
+far West, bearded and rough, fur clad, and never without a long rifle;
+sailors from the warship in the river; Indians silent and watchful,
+staring gravely at every new sight; settlers from the St. Lawrence and
+the Richelieu, great seigniors on vast estates, but like children in
+the streets of the town; fishermen from Cap St. Roche; _couriers du
+bois_, and _voyageurs_ in picturesque costumes; officers of the
+garrison, resplendent in blue and gold; with here and there a column
+of marching soldiers, or statuesque guard. And there were women too,
+a-plenty--laughing girls, grouped together, ready for any frolic;
+housewives on way to market; and occasionally a dainty dame, with
+high-heeled shoe and flounced petticoat, picking her way through the
+throng, disdainful of the glances of those about. Everywhere there was
+a new face, a strange costume, a glimpse of unknown life.
+
+It was all of such interest I was sorry when we came to the gray walls
+of the convent. I had actually forgotten Cassion, yet I was glad
+enough to be finally rid of him, and be greeted so kindly by Sister
+Celeste. In my excitement I scarcely knew what it was the bowing
+Commissaire said as he turned away, or paid heed to Chevet's final
+growl, but I know the sister gently answered them, and drew me within,
+closing the door softly, and shutting out every sound. It was so quiet
+in the stone passageway as to almost frighten me, but she took me in
+her arms, and looked searchingly into my face.
+
+"The three years have changed you greatly, my child," she said gently,
+touching my cheeks with her soft hands; "but bright as your eyes are,
+it is not all pleasure I see in them. You must tell me of your life.
+The older man, I take it, was your uncle, Monsieur Chevet."
+
+"Yes," I answered, but hesitated to add more.
+
+"He is much as I had pictured him, a bear of the woods."
+
+"He is rough," I protested, "for his life has been hard, yet has given
+me no reason to complain. 'Tis because the life is lonely that I grow
+old."
+
+"No doubt, and the younger gallant? He is not of the forest school?"
+
+"'Twas Monsieur Cassion, Commissaire for the Governor."
+
+"Ah! 'tis through him you have invitation to the great ball?"
+
+I bowed my head, wondering at the kind questioning in the sister's
+eyes. Could she have heard the truth? Perchance she might tell me
+something of the man.
+
+"He has been selected by Monsieur Chevet as my husband," I explained
+doubtfully. "Know you aught of the man, sister?"
+
+Her hand closed gently on mine.
+
+"No, only that he has been chosen by La Barre to carry special message
+to the Chevalier de Baugis in the Illinois country. He hath an evil,
+sneering face, and an insolent manner, even as described to me by the
+Sieur de Artigny."
+
+I caught my breath quickly, and my hand grasp tightened.
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny!" I echoed, startled into revealing the truth.
+"He has been here? has talked with you?"
+
+"Surely, my dear girl. He was here with La Salle before his chief
+sailed for France, and yesterday he came again, and questioned me."
+
+"Questioned you?"
+
+"Yes; he sought knowledge of you, and of why you were in the household
+of Chevet. I liked the young man, and told him all I knew, of your
+father's death and the decree of the court, and of how Chevet
+compelled you to leave the convent. I felt him to be honest and true,
+and that his purpose was worthy."
+
+"And he mentioned Cassion?"
+
+"Only that he had arranged to guide him into the wilderness. But I
+knew he thought ill of the man."
+
+I hesitated, for as a child I had felt awe of Sister Celeste, yet her
+questioning eyes were kind, and we were alone. Here was my chance, my
+only chance, and I dare not lose it. Her face appeared before me misty
+through tears, yet words came bravely enough to my lips.
+
+"Sister, you must hear me," I began bewildered, "I have no mother, no
+friend even to whom to appeal; I am just a girl all alone. I despise
+this man Cassion; I do not know why, but he seems to be like a snake,
+and I cannot bear his presence. I would rather die than marry him. I
+do not think Chevet trusts him, either, but he has some hold, and
+compels him to sell me as though I was a slave in the market. I am to
+be made to marry him. I pray you let me see this Sieur de Artigny that
+I may tell him all, and beseech his aid."
+
+"But why De Artigny, my girl? What is the boy to you?"
+
+"Nothing--absolutely nothing," I confessed frankly. "We have scarcely
+spoken together, but he is a gallant of true heart; he will never
+refuse aid to a maid like me. It will be joy for him to outwit this
+enemy of La Salle's. All I ask is that I be permitted to tell him my
+story."
+
+Celeste sat silent, her white hands clasped, her eyes on the
+stained-glass window. It was so still I could hear my own quick
+breathing. At last she spoke, her voice still soft and kindly.
+
+"I scarcely think you realize what you ask, my child. 'Tis a strange
+task for a sister of the Ursulines, and I would learn more before I
+answer. Is there understanding between you and this Sieur de
+Artigny?"
+
+"We have met but twice; here at this convent three years ago, when we
+were boy and girl, and he went westward with La Salle. You know the
+time, and that we talked together on the bench in the garden. Then it
+was three days since that he came to our house on the river, seeking
+Cassion that he might volunteer as guide. He had no thought of me, nor
+did he know me when we first met. There was no word spoken other than
+that of mere friendship, nor did I know then that Chevet had arranged
+my marriage to the Commissaire. We did no more than laugh and make
+merry over the past until the others came and demanded the purpose of
+his visit. It was not his words, Sister, but the expression of his
+face, the glance of his eye, which gave me courage. I think he likes
+me, and his nature is without fear. He will have some plan--and there
+is no one else."
+
+I caught her hands in mine, but she did not look at me, or answer. She
+was silent and motionless so long that I lost hope, yet ventured to
+say no more in urging.
+
+"You think me immodest, indiscreet?"
+
+"I fear you know little of the world, my child, yet, I confess this
+young Sieur made good impression upon me. I know not what to advise,
+for it may have been but idle curiosity which brought him here with
+his questioning. 'Tis not safe to trust men, but I can see no harm in
+his knowing all you have told me. There might be opportunity for him
+to be of service. He travels with Cassion, you say?"
+
+"Yes, Sister."
+
+"And their departure is soon?"
+
+"Before daylight tomorrow. When the Commissaire returns we are to be
+married. So Chevet explained to me; Monsieur Cassion has not spoken.
+You will give me audience with the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"I have no power, child, but I will speak with the Mother Superior,
+and repeat to her all I have learned. It shall be as she wills. Wait
+here, and you may trust me to plead for you."
+
+She seemed to fade from the room, and I glanced about, seeing no
+change since I was there before--the same bare walls and floor, the
+rude settee, the crucifix above the door, and the one partially open
+window, set deep in the stone wall. Outside I could hear voices, and
+the shuffling of feet on the stone slabs, but within all was silence.
+I had been away from this emotionless cloister life so long, out in
+the open air, that I felt oppressed; the profound stillness was a
+weight on my nerves. Would the sister be successful in her mission?
+Would the Mother Superior, whose stern rule I knew so well, feel
+slightest sympathy with my need? And if she did, would De Artigny care
+enough to come? Perchance it would have been better to have made the
+plea myself rather than trust all to the gentle lips of Celeste.
+Perhaps I might even yet be given that privilege, for surely the
+Mother would feel it best to question me before she rendered
+decision.
+
+I crossed to the window and leaned out, seeking to divert my mind by
+view of the scene below, yet the stone walls were so thick that only a
+tantalizing glimpse was afforded of the pavement opposite. There were
+lines of people there, pressed against the side of a great building,
+and I knew from their gestures that troops were marching by. Once I
+had view of a horseman, gaily uniformed, his frightened animal rearing
+just at the edge of the crowd, which scattered like a flock of sheep
+before the danger of pawing hoofs. The man must have gained glimpse of
+me also, for he waved one hand and smiled even as he brought the beast
+under control. Then a band played, and I perceived the shiny top of a
+carriage moving slowly up the hill, the people cheering as it passed.
+No doubt it was Governor la Barre, on his way to the citadel for some
+ceremony of the day.
+
+Cassion would be somewhere in the procession, for he was one to keep
+in the glare, and be seen, but there would be no place for a
+lieutenant of La Salle's. I leaned out farther, risking a fall, but
+saw nothing to reward the effort, except a line of marching men, a
+mere bobbing mass of heads. I drew back flushed with exertion, dimly
+aware that someone had entered the apartment. It was the Mother
+Superior, looking smaller than ever in the gloom, and behind her
+framed in the narrow doorway, his eyes smiling as though in enjoyment
+of my confusion, stood De Artigny. I climbed down from the bench,
+feeling my cheeks burn hotly, and made obeisance. The Mother's soft
+hand rested on my hair, and there was silence, so deep I heard the
+pounding of my heart.
+
+"Child," said the Mother, her voice low but clear. "Rise that I may
+see your face. Ah! it has not so greatly changed in the years, save
+that the eyes hold knowledge of sorrow. Sister Celeste hath told me
+your story, and if it be sin for me to grant your request then must I
+abide the penance, for it is in my heart to do so. Until I send the
+sister you may speak alone with Monsieur de Artigny."
+
+She drew slightly aside, and the young man bowed low, hat in hand,
+then stood erect, facing me, the light from the window on his face.
+
+"At your command, Mademoiselle," he said quietly. "The Mother tells me
+you have need of my services."
+
+I hesitated, feeling the embarrassment of the other presence, and
+scarce knowing how best to describe my case. It seemed simple enough
+when I was alone, but now all my thoughts fled in confusion, and I
+realized how little call I had to ask assistance. My eyes fell, and
+the words trembled unspoken on my lips. When I dared glance up again
+the Mother had slipped silently from the room, leaving us alone. No
+doubt he felt the difference also, for he stepped forward and caught
+my hand in his, his whole manner changing, as he thus assumed
+leadership. 'Twas so natural, so confidently done, that I felt a
+sudden wave of hope overcome my timidity.
+
+"Come, Mademoiselle," he said, almost eagerly. "There is no reason for
+you to fear confiding in me. Surely I was never sent for without just
+reason. Let us sit here while you retell the story. Perchance we will
+play boy and girl again."
+
+"You remember that?"
+
+"Do I not!" he laughed pleasantly. "There were few pleasant memories I
+took with me into the wilderness, yet that was one. Ay, but we talked
+freely enough then, and there is naught since in my life to bring loss
+of faith. 'Tis my wish to serve you, be it with wit or blade." He bent
+lower, seeking the expression in my eyes. "This Hugo Chevet--he is a
+brute. I know--is his abuse beyond endurance?"
+
+"No, no," I hastened to explain. "In his way he is not unkind. The
+truth is he has lived so long in the woods alone, he scarcely speaks.
+He--he would marry me to Monsieur Cassion."
+
+Never will I forget the look of sheer delight on his face as these
+words burst from me. His hand struck the bench, and he tossed back the
+long hair from his forehead, his eyes merry with enjoyment.
+
+"Ah, good! By all the saints, 'tis even as I hoped. Then have no fear
+of my sympathy, Mademoiselle. Nothing could please me like a clash
+with that perfumed gallant. He doth persecute you with his wooing?"
+
+"He has not spoken, save to Chevet; yet it is seemingly all arranged
+without my being approached."
+
+"A coward's way. Chevet told you?"
+
+"Three days ago, Monsieur, after you were there, and Cassion had
+departed. It may have been that your being seen with me hastened the
+plan. I know not, yet the two talked together long, and privately, and
+when the Commissaire finally went away, Chevet called me in, and told
+me what had been decided."
+
+"That you were to marry that coxcomb?"
+
+"Yes; he did not ask me if I would; it was a command. When I protested
+my lack of love, saying even that I despised the man, he answered me
+with a laugh, insisting it was his choice, not mine, and that love had
+naught to do with such matters. Think you this Cassion has some hold
+on Hugo Chevet to make him so harsh?"
+
+"No doubt, they are hand in glove in the fur trade, and the
+Commissaire has La Barre's ear just now. He rode by yonder in the
+carriage a moment since, and you might think from his bows he was the
+Governor. And this marriage? when does it take place?"
+
+"On Monsieur's safe return from the great West."
+
+The smile came back to his face.
+
+"Not so bad that, for 'tis a long journey, and might be delayed. I
+travel with him, you know, and we depart at daybreak. What else did
+this Chevet have to say?"
+
+"Only a threat that if ever you came near me again his fingers would
+feel your throat, Monsieur. He spoke of hate between himself and your
+father."
+
+The eyes upon mine lost their tolerant smile, and grew darker, and I
+marked the fingers of his hand clinch.
+
+"That was like enough, for my father was little averse to a quarrel,
+although he seldom made boast of it afterwards. And so this Hugo
+Chevet threatened me! I am not of the blood, Mademoiselle, to take
+such things lightly. Yet wait--why came you to me with such a tale?
+Have you no friends?"
+
+"None, Monsieur," I answered gravely, and regretfully, "other than the
+nuns to whom I went to school, and they are useless in such a case. I
+am an orphan under guardianship, and my whole life has been passed in
+this convent, and Chevet's cabin on the river. My mother died at my
+birth, my father was a soldier on the frontier, and I grew up alone
+among strangers. Scarcely have I met any save the rough boatmen, and
+those _couriers du bois_ in my uncle's employ. There was no one else
+but you, Monsieur--no one. 'Twas not immodesty which caused me to make
+this appeal, but a dire need. I am a helpless, friendless girl."
+
+"You trust me then?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; I believe you a man of honor."
+
+He walked across the room, once, twice, his head bent in thought, and
+I watched him, half frightened lest I had angered him.
+
+"Have I done very wrong, Monsieur?"
+
+He stopped, his eyes on my face. He must have perceived my perplexity,
+for he smiled again, and pressed my hand gently.
+
+"If so, the angels must judge," he answered stoutly. "As for me, I am
+very glad you do me this honor. I but seek the best plan of service,
+Mademoiselle, for I stand between you and this sacrifice with much
+pleasure. You shall not marry Cassion while I wear a sword; yet,
+faith! I am so much a man of action that I see no way out but by the
+strong arm. Is appeal to the Governor, to the judges impossible?"
+
+"He possesses influence now."
+
+"True enough; he is the kind La Barre finds useful, while I can scarce
+keep my head upon my shoulders here in New France. To be follower of
+La Salle is to be called traitor. It required the aid of every friend
+I had in Quebec to secure me card of admission to the ball tonight."
+
+"You attend, Monsieur?"
+
+"Unless they bar me at the sword point. Know you why I made the
+effort?"
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+"Your promise to be present. I had no wish otherwise."
+
+I felt the flush deepen on my cheeks and my eyes fell.
+
+"'Tis most kind of you to say so, Monsieur," was all I could falter.
+
+"Ay!" he interrupted, "we are both so alone in this New France 'tis well
+we help each other. I will find you a way out, Mademoiselle--perhaps
+this night; if not, then in the woods yonder. They are filled with
+secrets, yet have room to hide another."
+
+"But not violence, Monsieur!"
+
+"Planning and scheming is not my way, nor am I good at it. A soldier
+of La Salle needs more to understand action, and the De Artigny breed
+has ever had faith in steel. I seek no quarrel, yet if occasion arise
+this messenger of La Barre will find me quite ready. I know not what
+may occur. Mademoiselle; I merely pledge you my word of honor that
+Cassion will no longer seek your hand. The method you must trust to
+me."
+
+Our eyes met, and his were kind and smiling, with a confidence in
+their depths that strangely heartened me. Before I realized the action
+I had given him my hand.
+
+"I do, Monsieur, and question no more, though I pray for peace between
+you. Our time is up, Sister?"
+
+"Yes, my child," she stood in the doorway, appearing like some saintly
+image. "The Mother sent me."
+
+De Artigny released my hand, and bowed low.
+
+"I still rely upon your attendance at the ball?" he asked, lingering
+at the door.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"And may bespeak a dance?"
+
+"I cannot say no, although it may cost you dear."
+
+He laughed gaily, his eyes bright with merriment.
+
+"Faith! most pleasures do I find; the world would be dull enough
+otherwise. Till then, Mademoiselle, adieu."
+
+We heard his quick step ring on the stone of the passage, and Celeste
+smiled, her hand on mine.
+
+"A lad of spirit that. The Sieur de la Salle picks his followers well,
+and knows loyal hearts. The De Artignys never fail."
+
+"You know of them, Sister?"
+
+"I knew his father," she answered, half ashamed already of her
+impulse, "a gallant man. But come, the Mother would have you visit
+her."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+IN THE PALACE OF THE INTENDANT
+
+
+The huge palace of the Intendant, between the bluff and the river, was
+ablaze with lights, and already crowded with guests at our arrival. I
+had seen nothing of Chevet since the morning, nor did he appear now;
+but Monsieur Cassion was prompt enough, and congratulated me on my
+appearance with bows, and words of praise which made me flush with
+embarrassment. Yet I knew myself that I looked well in the new gown,
+simple enough to be sure, yet prettily draped, for Sister Celeste had
+helped me, and 'twas whispered she had seen fine things in Europe
+before she donned the sober habit of a nun. She loved yet to dress
+another, and her swift touches to my hair had worked a miracle. I read
+admiration in Cassion's eyes, as I came forward from the shadows to
+greet him, and was not unhappy to know he recognized my beauty, and
+was moved by it. Yet it was not of him I thought, but Rene de
+Artigny.
+
+There was a chair without, and bearers, while two soldiers of the
+Regiment of Picardy, held torches to light the way, and open passage.
+Cassion walked beside me, his tongue never still, yet I was too
+greatly interested in the scene to care what he was saying, although I
+knew it to be mostly compliment. It was a steep descent, the stones of
+the roadway wet and glistening from a recent shower, and the ceaseless
+stream of people, mostly denizens of Quebec, peered at us curiously as
+we made slow progress. Great bonfires glowed from every high point of
+the cliff, their red glare supplementing our torches, and bringing out
+passing faces in odd distinctness.
+
+A spirit of carnival seemed to possess the crowd, and more than once
+bits of green, and handfuls of sweets were tossed into my lap; while
+laughter, and gay badinage greeted us from every side. Cassion took
+this rather grimly, and gave stern word to the soldier escort, but I
+found it all diverting enough, and had hard work to retain my dignity,
+and not join in the merriment. It was darker at the foot of the hill,
+yet the crowd did not diminish, although they stood in ankle deep mud,
+and seemed less vivacious. Now and then I heard some voice name
+Cassion as we passed, recognizing his face in the torch glow, but
+there was no sign that he was popular. Once a man called out something
+which caused him to stop, hand on sword, but he fronted so many faces
+that he lost heart, and continued, laughing off the affront. Then we
+came to the guard lines, and were beyond reach of the mob.
+
+An officer met us, pointing out the way, and, after he had assisted us
+to descend from the chair, we advanced slowly over a carpet of clean
+straw toward the gaily lighted entrance. Soldiers lined the walls on
+either side, and overhead blazed a beacon suspended on a chain. It was
+a scene rather grotesque and weird in the red glow, and I took
+Cassion's arm gladly, feeling just a little frightened by the strange
+surroundings.
+
+"Where is my Uncle Chevet?" I asked, more as a relief, than because I
+cared, although I was glad of his absence because of De Artigny.
+
+"In faith, I know not," he answered lightly. "I won him a card, but he
+was scarce gracious about it. In some wine shop likely with others of
+his kind."
+
+There were servants at the door, and an officer, who scanned the cards
+of those in advance of us, yet passed Cassion, with a glance at his
+face, and word of recognition. I observed him turn and stare after me,
+for our eyes met, but, almost before I knew what had occurred, I found
+myself in a side room, with a maid helping to remove my wraps, and
+arrange my hair. She was gracious and apt, with much to say in praise
+of my appearance; and at my expression of doubt, brought a mirror and
+held it before me. Then, for the first time, did I comprehend the
+magic of Sister Celeste, and what had been accomplished by her deft
+fingers. I was no longer a rustic maid, but really a quite grand lady,
+so that I felt a thrill of pride as I went forth once more to join
+Cassion in the hall. 'Twas plain enough to be seen that my appearance
+pleased him also, for appreciation was in his eyes, and he bowed low
+over my hand, and lifted it gallantly to his lips.
+
+I will not describe the scene in the great ballroom, for now, as I
+write, the brilliant pageant is but a dim memory, confused and
+tantalizing. I recall the bright lights overhead, and along the walls,
+the festooned banners, the raised dais at one end, carpeted with skins
+of wild animals, where the Governor stood, the walls covered with arms
+and trophies of the chase, the guard of soldiers at each entrance, and
+the mass of people grouped about the room.
+
+It was an immense apartment, but so filled with guests as to leave
+scarce space for dancing, and the company was a strange one;
+representative, I thought, of each separate element which composed the
+population of New France. Officers of the regiments in garrison were
+everywhere, apparently in charge of the evening's pleasure, but their
+uniforms bore evidence of service. The naval men were less numerous,
+yet more brilliantly attired, and seemed fond of the dance, and were
+favorites of the ladies. These were young, and many of them beautiful;
+belles of Quebec mostly, and, although their gowns were not expensive,
+becomingly attired. Yet from up and down the river the seigniors had
+brought their wives and daughters to witness the event. Some of these
+were uncouth enough, and oddly appareled; not a few among them plainly
+exhibiting traces of Indian blood; and here and there, standing silent
+and alone, could be noted a red chief from distant forest. Most of
+those men I saw bore evidence in face and dress of the wild, rough
+life they led--fur traders from far-off waterways, guardians of
+wilderness forts, explorers and adventurers.
+
+Many a name reached my ears famous in those days, but forgotten long
+since; and once or twice, as we slowly made our way through the
+throng, Cassion pointed out to me some character of importance in the
+province, or paused to present me with formality to certain officials
+whom he knew. It was thus we approached the dais, and awaited our turn
+to extend felicitations to the Governor. Just before us was Du L'Hut,
+whose name Cassion whispered in my ear, a tall, slender man, attired
+as a _courier du bois_, with long fair hair sweeping his shoulders. I
+had heard of him as a daring explorer, but there was no premonition
+that he would ever again come into my life, and I was more deeply
+interested in the appearance of La Barre.
+
+He was a dark man, stern of face, and with strange, furtive eyes,
+concealed behind long lashes and overhanging brows. Yet he was most
+gracious to Du L'Hut, and when he turned, and perceived Monsieur
+Cassion next in line, smiled and extended his hand cordially.
+
+"Ah, Francois, and so you are here at last, and ever welcome. And
+this," he bowed low before me in excess of gallantry, "no doubt will
+be the Mademoiselle la Chesnayne of whose charms I have heard so much
+of late. By my faith, Cassion, even your eloquence hath done small
+justice to the lady. Where, Mademoiselle, have you hidden yourself, to
+remain unknown to us of Quebec?"
+
+"I have lived with my uncle, Hugo Chevet."
+
+"Ah, yes; I recall the circumstances now--a rough, yet loyal trader.
+He was with me once on the Ottawa--and tonight?"
+
+"He accompanied me to the city, your excellency, but I have not seen
+him since."
+
+"Small need, with Francois at your beck and call," and he patted me
+playfully on the cheek. "I have already tested his faithfulness. Your
+father, Mademoiselle?"
+
+"Captain Pierre la Chesnayne, sir."
+
+"Ah, yes; I knew him well; he fell on the Richelieu; a fine soldier."
+He turned toward Cassion, the expression of his face changed.
+
+"You depart tonight?"
+
+"At daybreak, sir."
+
+"That is well; see to it that no time is lost on the journey. I have
+it in my mind that De Baugis may need you, for, from all I hear Henri
+de Tonty is not an easy man to handle."
+
+"De Tonty?"
+
+"Ay! the lieutenant Sieur de la Salle left in charge at St. Louis; an
+Italian they tell me, and loyal to his master. 'Tis like he may resist
+my orders, and De Baugis hath but a handful with which to uphold
+authority. I am not sure I approve of your selecting this lad De
+Artigny as a guide; he may play you false."
+
+"Small chance he'll have for any trick."
+
+"Perchance not, yet the way is long, and he knows the wilderness. I
+advise you guard him well. I shall send to you for council in an hour;
+there are papers yet unsigned."
+
+He turned away to greet those who followed us in line, while we moved
+forward into the crowd about the walls. Cassion whispered in my ear,
+telling me bits of gossip about this and that one who passed us,
+seeking to exhibit his wit, and impress me with his wide acquaintance.
+I must have made fit response, for his voice never ceased, yet I felt
+no interest in the stories, and disliked the man more than ever for
+his vapid boasting. The truth is my thought was principally concerned
+with De Artigny, and whether he would really gain admission. Still of
+this I had small doubt, for his was a daring to make light of guards,
+or any threat of enemies, if desire urged him on. And I had his
+pledge.
+
+My eyes watched every moving figure, but the man was not present, my
+anxiety increasing as I realized his absence, and speculated as to its
+cause. Could Cassion have interfered? Could he have learned of our
+interview, and used his influence secretly to prevent our meeting
+again? It was not impossible, for the man was seemingly in close touch
+with Quebec, and undoubtedly possessed power. My desire to see De
+Artigny was now for his own sake--to warn him of danger and treachery.
+The few words I had caught passing between La Barre and Cassion had to
+me a sinister meaning; they were a promise of protection from the
+Governor to his lieutenant, and this officer of La Salle's should be
+warned that he was suspected and watched. There was more to La Barre's
+words than appeared openly; it would be later, when they were alone,
+that he would give his real orders to Cassion. Yet I felt small doubt
+as to what those orders would be, nor of the failure of the lieutenant
+to execute them. The wilderness hid many a secret, and might well
+conceal another. In some manner that night I must find De Artigny, and
+whisper my warning.
+
+These were my thoughts, crystallizing into purpose, yet I managed to
+smile cheerily into the face of the Commissaire and make such reply to
+his badinage as gave him pleasure. Faith, the man loved himself so
+greatly the trick was easy, the danger being that I yield too much to
+his audacity. No doubt he deemed me a simple country maid, overawed by
+his gallantries, nor did I seek to undeceive him, even permitting the
+fool to press my hand, and whisper his soft nonsense. Yet he ventured
+no further, seeing that in my eyes warning him of danger if he grew
+insolent. I danced with him twice, pleased to know I had not forgotten
+the step, and then, as he felt compelled to show attention to the
+Governor's lady, he left me in charge of a tall, thin officer--a Major
+Callons, I think--reluctantly, and disappeared in the crowd. Never did
+I part with one more willingly, and as the Major spoke scarcely a
+dozen words during our long dance together I found opportunity to
+think, and decide upon a course of action.
+
+As the music ceased my only plan was to avoid Cassion as long as
+possible, and, at my suggestion, the silent major conducted me to a
+side room, and then disappeared seeking refreshments. I grasped the
+opportunity to slip through the crowd, and find concealment in a quiet
+corner. It was impossible for me to conceive that De Artigny would
+fail to come. He had pledged his word, and there was that about the
+man to give me faith. Ay! he would come, unless there had already been
+treachery. My heart beat swiftly at the thought, my eyes eagerly
+searching the moving figures in the ballroom. Yet there was nothing I
+could do but wait, although fear was already tugging at my heart.
+
+I leaned forward scanning each passing face, my whole attention
+concentrated on the discovery of De Artigny. Where he came from I knew
+not, but his voice softly speaking at my very ear brought me to my
+feet, with a little cry of relief. The joy of finding him must have
+found expression in my eyes, in my eager clasping of his hand, for he
+laughed.
+
+"'Tis as though I was truly welcomed, Mademoiselle," he said, and
+gravely enough. "Could I hope that you were even seeking me yonder?"
+
+"It would be the truth, if you did," I responded frankly, "and I was
+beginning to doubt your promise."
+
+"Nor was it as easily kept as I supposed when given," he said under
+his breath. "Come with me into this side room where we can converse
+more freely--I can perceive Monsieur Cassion across the floor. No
+doubt he is seeking you, and my presence here will give the man no
+pleasure."
+
+I glanced in the direction indicated, and although I saw nothing of
+the Commissaire, I slipped back willingly enough through the lifted
+curtain into the deserted room behind. It was evidently an office of
+some kind, for it contained only a desk and some chairs, and was
+unlighted, except for the gleam from between the curtains. The outer
+wall was so thick a considerable space separated the room from the
+window, which was screened off by heavy drapery. De Artigny appeared
+familiar with these details, for, with scarcely a glance about, he led
+me into this recess, where we stood concealed. Lights from below
+illumined our faces, and revealed an open window looking down on the
+court. My companion glanced out at the scene beneath, and his eyes and
+lips smiled as he turned again and faced me.
+
+"But, Monsieur," I questioned puzzled, "why was it not easy? You met
+with trouble?"
+
+"Hardly that; a mere annoyance. I may only suspect the cause, but an
+hour after I left you my ticket of invitation was withdrawn."
+
+"Withdrawn? by whom?"
+
+"The order of La Barre, no doubt; an officer of his guard called on me
+to say he preferred my absence."
+
+"'Twas the work of Cassion."
+
+"So I chose to believe, especially as he sent me word later to remain
+at the boats, and have them in readiness for departure at any minute.
+Some inkling of our meeting must have reached his ears."
+
+"But how came you here, then?"
+
+He laughed in careless good humor.
+
+"Why that was no trick! Think you I am one to disappoint because of so
+small an obstacle? As the door was refused me I sought other entrance
+and found it here." He pointed through the open window. "It was not a
+difficult passage, but I had to wait the withdrawal of the guards
+below, which caused my late arrival. Yet this was compensated for by
+discovering you so quickly. My only fear was encountering someone I
+knew while seeking you on the floor."
+
+"You entered through this window?"
+
+"Yes; there is a lattice work below."
+
+"And whose office is that within?"
+
+"My guess is that of Colonel Delguard, La Barre's chief of staff, for
+there was a letter for him lying on the desk. What difference? You are
+glad I came?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur, but not so much for my own sake, as for yours. I bring
+you warning that you adventure with those who would do you evil if the
+chance arrive."
+
+"Bah! Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+"'Tis not well for you to despise the man, for he has power and is a
+villain at heart in spite of all his pretty ways. 'Tis said he has the
+cruelty of a tiger, and in this case La Barre gives him full
+authority."
+
+"Hath the Governor grudge against me also?"
+
+"Only that you are follower of La Salle, and loyal, while he is heart
+and hand with the other faction. He chided Cassion for accepting you
+as guide, and advised close watch lest you show treachery."
+
+"You overheard their talk?"
+
+"Ay! they made no secret of it; but I am convinced La Barre has more
+definite instructions to give in private, for he asked the Commissaire
+to come to him later for conference. I felt that you should be told,
+Monsieur."
+
+De Artigny leaned motionless against the window ledge, and the light
+streaming in through the opening of the draperies revealed the gravity
+of his expression. For the moment he remained silent, turning the
+affair over in his mind.
+
+"I thank you, Mademoiselle," he said finally, and touched my hand,
+"for your report gives me one more link to my chain. I have picked up
+several in the past few hours, and all seem to lead back to the
+manipulations of Cassion. Faith! there is some mystery here, for
+surely the man seemed happy enough when first we met at Chevet's
+house, and accepted my offer gladly. Have you any theory as to this
+change in his front?"
+
+I felt the blood surge to my cheeks, and my eyes fell before the
+intensity of his glance.
+
+"If I have, Monsieur, 'tis no need that it be mentioned."
+
+"Your pardon, Mademoiselle, but your words already answer me--'tis
+then that I have shown interest in you; the dog is jealous!"
+
+"Monsieur!"
+
+He laughed, and I felt the tightening of his hand on mine.
+
+"Good! and by all the gods, I will give him fair cause. The thought
+pleases me, for rather would I be your soldier than my own. See, how
+it dovetails in--I meet you at the convent and pledge you my aid; some
+spy bears word of our conference to Monsieur, and an hour later I
+receive word that if I have more to do with you I die. I smile at the
+warning and send back a message of insult. Then my invitation to this
+ball is withdrawn, and, later still, La Barre even advises that I be
+assassinated at the least excuse. 'Twould seem they deem you of
+importance, Mademoiselle."
+
+"You make it no more than a joke?"
+
+"Far from it; the very fact that I know the men makes it matter of
+grave concern. I might, indeed, smile did it concern myself alone, but
+I have your interests in mind--you have honored me by calling me your
+only friend, and now I know not where I may serve you best--in the
+wilderness, or here in Quebec?"
+
+"There can nothing injure me here, Monsieur, not with Cassion
+traveling to the Illinois. No doubt he will leave behind him those who
+will observe my movements--that cannot harm."
+
+"It is Hugo Chevet, I fear."
+
+"Chevet! my uncle--I do not understand."
+
+"No, for he is your uncle, and you know him only in such relationship.
+He may have been to you kind and indulgent. I do not ask. But to those
+who meet him in the world he is a big, cruel, savage brute, who would
+sacrifice even you, if you stood in his way. And now if you fail to
+marry Cassion, you will so stand. He is the one who will guard you, by
+choice of the Commissaire, and orders of La Barre, and he will do his
+part well."
+
+"I can remain with the sisters."
+
+"Not in opposition to the Governor; they would never dare antagonize
+him; tomorrow you will return with Chevet."
+
+I drew a quick breath, my eyes on his face.
+
+"How can you know all this, Monsieur? Why should my uncle sacrifice
+me?"
+
+"No matter how I know. Some of it has been your own confession,
+coupled with my knowledge of the man. Three days ago I learned of his
+debt to Cassion, and that the latter had him in his claws, and at his
+mercy. Today I had evidence of what that debt means."
+
+"Today!"
+
+"Ay! 'twas from Chevet the threat came that he would kill me if I ever
+met with you again."
+
+I could but stare at him, incredulous, my fingers unconsciously
+grasping his jacket.
+
+"He said that? Chevet?"
+
+"Ay! Chevet; the message came by mouth of the half-breed, his
+_voyageur_, and I choked out of him where he had left his master, yet
+when I got there the man had gone. If we might meet tonight the matter
+would be swiftly settled."
+
+He gazed out into the darkness, and I saw his hand close on the hilt
+of his knife. I caught his arm.
+
+"No, no Monsieur; not that. You must not seek a quarrel, for I am not
+afraid--truly I am not; you will listen--"
+
+There was a voice speaking in the office room behind, the closing of a
+door, and the scraping of a chair as someone sat down. My words
+ceased, and we stood silent in the shadow, my grasp still on De
+Artigny's arm.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+THE ORDER OF LA BARRE
+
+
+I did not recognize the voice speaking--a husky voice, the words
+indistinct, yet withal forceful--nor do I know what it was he said.
+But when the other answered, tapping on the desk with some instrument,
+I knew the second speaker to be La Barre, and leaned back just far
+enough to gain glimpse through the opening in the drapery. He sat at
+the desk, his back toward us, while his companion, a red-faced,
+heavily-moustached man, in uniform of the Rifles, stood opposite, one
+arm on the mantel over the fireplace. His expression was that of
+amused interest.
+
+"You saw the lady?" he asked.
+
+"In the receiving line for a moment only; a fair enough maid to be
+loved for her own sake I should say. Faith, never have I seen
+handsomer eyes."
+
+The other laughed.
+
+"'Tis well Madame does not overhear that confession. An heiress, and
+beautiful! Piff! but she might find others to her liking rather than
+this Cassion."
+
+"It is small chance she has had to make choice, and as to her being an
+heiress, where heard you such a rumor, Colonel Delguard?"
+
+The officer straightened up.
+
+"You forget, sir," he said slowly, "that the papers passed through my
+hands after Captain la Chesnayne's death. It was at your request they
+failed to reach the hands of Frontenac."
+
+La Barre gazed at him across the desk, his brows contracted into a
+frown.
+
+"No, I had not forgotten," and the words sounded harsh. "But they came
+to me properly sealed, and I supposed unopened. I think I have some
+reason to ask an explanation, Monsieur."
+
+"And one easily made. I saw only the letter, but that revealed enough
+to permit of my guessing the rest. It is true, is it not, that La
+Chesnayne left an estate of value?"
+
+"He thought so, but, as you must be aware, it had been alienated by
+act of treason."
+
+"Ay! but Comte de Frontenac appealed the case to the King, who granted
+pardon, and restoration."
+
+"So, 'twas rumored, but unsupported by the records. So far as New
+France knows there was no reply from Versailles."
+
+The Colonel stood erect, and advanced a step, his expression one of
+sudden curiosity.
+
+"In faith, Governor," he said swiftly, "but your statement awakens
+wonder. If this be so why does Francois Cassion seek the maid so
+ardently? Never did I deem that cavalier one to throw himself away
+without due reward."
+
+La Barre laughed.
+
+"Perchance you do Francois ill judgment, Monsieur le Colonel," he
+replied amused. "No doubt 'tis love, for, in truth, the witch would
+send sluggish blood dancing with the glance of her eyes. Still," more
+soberly, his eyes falling to the desk, "'tis, as you say, scarce in
+accord with Cassion's nature to thus make sacrifice, and there have
+been times when I suspected he did some secret purpose. I use the man,
+yet never trust him."
+
+"Nor I, since he played me foul trick at La Chine. Could he have found
+the paper of restoration, and kept it concealed, until all was in his
+hands?"
+
+"I have thought of that, yet it doth not appear possible. Francois was
+in ill grace with Frontenac, and could never have reached the
+archives. If the paper came to his hands it was by accident, or
+through some treachery. Well,'tis small use of our discussing the
+matter. He hath won my pledge to Mademoiselle la Chesnayne's hand, for
+I would have him friend, not enemy, just now. They marry on his
+return."
+
+"He is chosen then for the mission to Fort St. Louis?"
+
+"Ay, there were reasons for his selection. The company departs at
+dawn. Tell him, Monsieur, that I await him now for final interview."
+
+I watched Delguard salute, and turn away to execute his order. La
+Barre drew a paper from a drawer of the desk, and bent over it pen in
+hand. My eyes lifted to the face of De Artigny, standing motionless
+behind me in the deeper shadow.
+
+"You overheard, Monsieur?" I whispered.
+
+He leaned closer, his lips at my ear, his eyes dark with eagerness.
+
+"Every word, Mademoiselle! Fear not, I shall yet learn the truth from
+this Cassion. You suspected?"
+
+I shook my head, uncertain.
+
+"My father died in that faith, Monsieur, but Chevet called me a
+beggar."
+
+"Chevet! no doubt he knows all, and has a dirty hand in the mess. He
+called you beggar, hey!--hush, the fellow comes."
+
+He was a picture of insolent servility, as he stood there bowing, his
+gay dress fluttering with ribbons, his face smiling, yet utterly
+expressionless. La Barre lifted his eyes, and surveyed him coldly.
+
+"You sent for me, sir?"
+
+"Yes, although I scarcely thought at this hour you would appear in
+the apparel of a dandy. I have chosen you for serious work,
+Monsieur, and the time is near for your departure. Surely my orders
+were sufficiently clear?"
+
+"They were, Governor la Barre," and Cassion's lips lost their grin,
+"and my delay in changing dress has occurred through the strange
+disappearance of Mademoiselle la Chesnayne. I left her with Major
+Callons while I danced with my lady, and have since found no trace of
+the maid."
+
+"Does not Callons know?"
+
+"Only that, seeking refreshments, he left her, and found her gone on
+his return. Her wraps are in the dressing room."
+
+"Then 'tis not like she has fled the palace. No doubt she awaits you
+in some corner. I will have the servants look, and meanwhile pay heed
+to me. This is a mission of more import than love-making with a maid,
+Monsieur Cassion, and its success, or failure, will determine your
+future. You have my letter of instruction?"
+
+"It has been carefully read."
+
+"And the sealed orders for Chevalier de Baugis?"
+
+"Here, protected in oiled silk."
+
+"See that they reach him, and no one else; they give him an authority
+I could not grant before, and should end La Salle's control of that
+country. You have met this Henri de Tonty? He was here with his master
+three years since, and had audience."
+
+"Ay, but that was before my time. Is he one to resist De Baugis?"
+
+"He impressed me as a man who would obey to the letter, Monsieur; a
+dark-faced soldier, with an iron jaw. He had lost one arm in battle,
+and was loyal to his chief."
+
+"So I have heard--a stronger man than De Baugis?"
+
+"A more resolute; all depends on what orders La Salle left, and the
+number of men the two command."
+
+"In that respect the difference is not great. De Baugis had but a
+handful of soldiers to take from Mackinac, although his _voyageurs_
+may be depended upon to obey his will. His instructions were not to
+employ force."
+
+"And the garrison of St. Louis?"
+
+"'Tis hard to tell, as there are fur hunters there of whom we have no
+record. La Salle's report would make his own command eighteen, but
+they are well chosen, and he hath lieutenants not so far away as to be
+forgotten. La Forest would strike at a word, and De la Durantaye is at
+the Chicago portage, and no friend of mine. 'Tis of importance,
+therefore, that your voyage be swiftly completed, and my orders placed
+in De Baugis' hands. Are all things ready for departure?"
+
+"Ay, the boats only await my coming."
+
+The Governor leaned his head on his hand, crumbling the paper between
+his fingers.
+
+"This young fellow--De Artigny," he said thoughtfully, "you have some
+special reason for keeping him in your company?"
+
+Cassion crossed the room, his face suddenly darkening.
+
+"Ay, now I have," he explained shortly, "although I first engaged his
+services merely for what I deemed to be their value. He spoke me most
+fairly."
+
+"But since?"
+
+"I have cause to suspect. Chevet tells me that today he had conference
+with Mademoiselle at the House of the Ursulines."
+
+"Ah, 'twas for that then you had his ticket revoked. I see where the
+shoe pinches. 'Twill be safer with him in the boats than back here in
+Quebec. Then I give permission, and wash my hands of the whole
+affair--but beware of him, Cassion."
+
+"I may be trusted, sir."
+
+"I question that no longer." He hesitated slightly, then added in
+lower tone: "If accident occur the report may be briefly made. I think
+that will be all."
+
+Both men were upon their feet, and La Barre extended his hand across
+the desk. I do not know what movement may have caused it, but at that
+moment, a wooden ring holding the curtain fell, and struck the floor
+at my feet. Obeying the first impulse I thrust De Artigny back behind
+me into the shadow, and held aside the drapery. Both men, turning,
+startled at the sound, beheld me clearly, and stared in amazement.
+Cassion took a step forward, an exclamation of surprise breaking from
+his lips.
+
+"Adele! Mademoiselle!"
+
+I stepped more fully into the light, permitting the curtain to fall
+behind me, and my eyes swept their faces.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur--you were seeking me?"
+
+"For an hour past; for what reason did you leave the ballroom?"
+
+With no purpose in my mind but to gain time in which to collect my
+thought and protect De Artigny from discovery, I made answer, assuming
+a carelessness of demeanor which I was far from feeling.
+
+"Has it been so long, Monsieur?" I returned in apparent surprise. "Why
+I merely sought a breath of fresh air, and became interested in the
+scene without."
+
+La Barre stood motionless, just as he had risen to his feet at the
+first alarm, his eyes on my face, his heavy eyebrows contracted in a
+frown.
+
+"I will question the young lady, Cassion," he said sternly, "for I
+have interests here of my own. Mademoiselle!"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"How long have you been behind that curtain?"
+
+"Monsieur Cassion claims to have sought me for an hour."
+
+"Enough of that," his voice grown harsh, and threatening. "You address
+the Governor; answer me direct."
+
+I lifted my eyes to his stern face, but they instantly fell before the
+encounter of his fierce gaze.
+
+"I do not know, Monsieur."
+
+"Who was here when you came in?"
+
+"No one, Monsieur; the room was empty."
+
+"Then you hid there, and overheard the conversation between Colonel
+Delguard and myself?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur," I confessed, feeling my limbs tremble.
+
+"And also all that has passed since Monsieur Cassion entered?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+He drew a deep breath, striking his hand on the desk, as though he
+would control his anger.
+
+"Were you alone? Had you a companion?"
+
+I know not how I managed it, yet I raised my eyes to his, simulating a
+surprise I was far from feeling.
+
+"Alone, Monsieur? I am Adele la Chesnayne; if you doubt, the way of
+discovery is open without word from me."
+
+His suspicious, doubting eyes never left my face, and there was sneer
+in his voice as he answered.
+
+"Bah! I am not in love to be played with by a witch. Perchance 'tis
+not easy for you to lie. Well, we will see. Look within the alcove,
+Cassion."
+
+The Commissaire was there even before the words of command were
+uttered, and my heart seemed to stop beating as his heavy hand
+tore aside the drapery. I leaned on the desk, bracing myself,
+expecting a blow, a struggle; but all was silent. Cassion, braced,
+and expectant, peered into the shadows, evidently perceiving nothing;
+then stepped within, only to instantly reappear, his expression
+that of disappointment. The blood surged back to my heart, and my
+lips smiled.
+
+"No one is there, Monsieur," he reported, "but the window is open."
+
+"And not a dangerous leap to the court below," returned La Barre
+thoughtfully. "So far you win, Mademoiselle. Now will you answer
+me--were you alone there ten minutes ago?"
+
+"It is useless for me to reply, Monsieur," I answered with dignity,
+"as it will in no way change your decision."
+
+"You have courage, at least."
+
+"The inheritance of my race, Monsieur."
+
+"Well, we'll test it then, but not in the form you anticipate." He
+smiled, but not pleasantly, and resumed his seat at the desk. "I
+propose closing your mouth, Mademoiselle, and placing you beyond
+temptation. Monsieur Cassion, have the lieutenant at the door enter."
+
+I stood in silence, wondering at what was about to occur; was I to be
+made prisoner? or what form was my punishment to assume? The power of
+La Barre I knew, and his stern vindictiveness, and well I realized the
+fear and hate which swept his mind, as he recalled the conversation I
+had overheard. He must seal my lips to protect himself--but how? As
+though in a daze I saw Cassion open the door, speak a sharp word to
+one without, and return, followed by a young officer, who glanced
+curiously aside at me, even as he saluted La Barre, and stood silently
+awaiting his orders. The latter remained a moment motionless, his lips
+firm set.
+
+"Where is Father Le Guard?"
+
+"In the Chapel, Monsieur; he passed me a moment ago."
+
+"Good; inform the _père_ that I desire his presence at once. Wait!
+know you the fur trader, Hugo Chevet?"
+
+"I have seen the man, Monsieur--a big fellow, with a shaggy head."
+
+"Ay, as savage as the Indians he has lived among. He is to be found at
+Eclair's wine shop in the Rue St. Louis. Have your sentries bring him
+here to me. Attend to both these matters."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+La Barre's eyes turned from the disappearing figure of the officer,
+rested a moment on my face, and then smiled grimly as he fronted
+Cassion. He seemed well pleased with himself, and to have recovered
+his good humor.
+
+"A delightful surprise for you, Monsieur Cassion," he said genially,
+"and let us hope no less a pleasure for the fair lady. Be seated,
+Mademoiselle; there may be a brief delay. You perceive my plan, no
+doubt?"
+
+Cassion did not answer, and the Governor looked at me.
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+"And yet so simple, so joyful a way out of this unfortunate
+predicament. I am surprised. Cassion here might not appreciate how
+nicely this method will answer to close your lips, but you,
+remembering clearly the private conference between myself and Colonel
+Delguard, should grasp my purpose at once. Your marriage is to take
+place tonight, Mademoiselle."
+
+"Tonight! my marriage! to whom?"
+
+"Ah! is there then more than one prospective bridegroom? Monsieur
+Cassion surely I am not in error that you informed me of your
+engagement to Mademoiselle la Chesnayne?"
+
+"She has been pledged me in marriage, Monsieur--the banns published."
+
+I sat with bowed head, my cheeks flaming.
+
+"'Tis then as I understood," La Barre went on, chuckling. "The lady is
+over modest."
+
+"I have made no pledge," I broke in desperately. "Monsieur spoke to my
+Uncle Chevet, not I!"
+
+"Yet you were told! You made no refusal?"
+
+"Monsieur, I could not; they arranged it all, and, besides, it was not
+to be until Monsieur returned from the West. I do not love him; I
+thought--"
+
+"Bah! what is love? 'Tis enough that you accepted. This affair is no
+longer one of affection; it has become the King's business, a matter
+of State. I decide it is best for you to leave Quebec; ay! and New
+France, Mademoiselle. There is but one choice, imprisonment here, or
+exile into the wilderness." He leaned forward staring into my face
+with his fierce, threatening eyes. "I feel it better that you go as
+Monsieur Cassion's wife, and under his protection. I decree that so
+you shall go."
+
+"Alone--with--with--Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+"One of his party. 'Tis my order also that Hugo Chevet be of the
+company. Perchance a year in the wilderness may be of benefit to him,
+and he might be of value in watching over young De Artigny."
+
+Never have I felt more helpless, more utterly alone. I knew all he
+meant, but my mind grasped no way of escape. His face leered at me as
+through a mist, yet as I glanced aside at Cassion it only brought home
+to me a more complete dejection. The man was glad--glad! He had no
+conscience, no shame. To appeal to him would be waste of breath--a
+deeper humiliation. Suddenly I felt cold, hard, reckless; ay! they had
+the power to force me through the unholy ceremony. I was only a
+helpless girl; but beyond that I would laugh at them; and Cassion--if
+he dared--
+
+The door opened, and a lean priest in long black robe entered
+noiselessly, bending his shaven head to La Barre, as his crafty eyes
+swiftly swept our faces.
+
+"Monsieur desired my presence?"
+
+"Yes, Père le Guard, a mission of happiness. There are two here to be
+joined in matrimony by bonds of Holy Church. We but wait the coming of
+the lady's guardian."
+
+The _père_ must have interpreted the expression of my face.
+
+"'Tis regular, Monsieur?" he asked.
+
+"By order of the King," returned La Barre sternly. "Beyond that it is
+not necessary that you inquire. Ah! Monsieur Chevet! they found you
+then? I have a pleasant surprise for you. 'Tis hereby ordered that you
+accompany Commissaire Cassion to the Illinois country as interpreter,
+to be paid from my private fund."
+
+Chevet stared into the Governor's dark face, scarce able to
+comprehend, his brain dazed from heavy drinking.
+
+"The Illinois country! I--Hugo Chevet? 'Tis some joke, Monsieur."
+
+"None at all, as you will discover presently, my man. I do not jest on
+the King's service."
+
+"But my land, Monsieur; my niece?"
+
+La Barre permitted himself a laugh.
+
+"Bah! let the land lie fallow; 'twill cost little while you draw a
+wage, and as for Mademoiselle, 'tis that you may accompany her I make
+choice. Stand back; you have your orders, and now I'll show you good
+reason." He stood up, and placed his hand on Cassion's arm. "Now my
+dear, Francois, if you will join the lady."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+THE WIFE OF FRANCOIS CASSION
+
+
+It is vague, all that transpired. I knew then, and recall now, much of
+the scene yet it returns to memory more in a passing picture than an
+actual reality in which I was an actor. But one clear impression
+dominated my brain--my helplessness to resist the command of La Barre.
+His word was law in the colony, and from it there was no appeal, save
+to the King. Through swimming mist I saw his face, stern, dark,
+threatening, and then glimpsed Cassion approaching me, a smile curling
+his thin lips. I shrank back from him, yet arose to my feet, trembling
+so that I clung to the chair to keep erect.
+
+"Do not touch me, Monsieur," I said, in a voice which scarcely sounded
+like my own. Cassion stood still, the smile of triumph leaving his
+face. La Barre turned, his eyes cold and hard.
+
+"What is this, Mademoiselle? You would dare disobey me?"
+
+I caught my breath, gripping the chair with both hands.
+
+"No, Monsieur le Governor," I answered, surprised at the clearness
+with which I spoke. "That would be useless; you have behind you the
+power of France, and I am a mere girl. Nor do I appeal, for I know
+well the cause of your decision. It is indeed my privilege to appeal
+to Holy Church for protection from this outrage, but not through such
+representative as I see here."
+
+"Père le Guard is chaplain of my household."
+
+"And servant to your will, Monsieur. 'Tis known in all New France he
+is more diplomat than priest. Nay! I take back my word, and will make
+trial of his priesthood. Father, I do not love this man, nor marry him
+of my own free will. I appeal to you, to the church, to refuse the
+sanction."
+
+The priest stood with fingers interlocked, and head bowed, nor did his
+eyes meet mine.
+
+"I am but the humble instrument of those in authority, Daughter," he
+replied gently, "and must perform the sacred duties of my office. 'Tis
+your own confession that your hand has been pledged to Monsieur
+Cassion."
+
+"By Hugo Chevet, not myself."
+
+"Without objection on your part." He glanced up slyly. "Perchance this
+was before the appearance of another lover, the Sieur de Artigny."
+
+I felt the color flood my cheeks, yet from indignation rather than
+embarrassment.
+
+"No word of love has been spoken me by Monsieur de Artigny," I
+answered swiftly. "He is a friend, no more. I do not love Francois
+Cassion, nor marry him but through force; ay! nor does he love
+me--this is but a scheme to rob me of my inheritance."
+
+"Enough of this," broke in La Barre sternly, and he gripped my arm.
+"The girl hath lost her head, and such controversy is unseemly in my
+presence. Père le Guard, let the ceremony proceed."
+
+"'Tis your order, Monsieur?"
+
+"Ay! do I not speak my will plainly enough? Come, the hour is late,
+and our King's business is of more import than the whim of a girl."
+
+I never moved, never lifted my eyes. I was conscious of nothing, but
+helpless, impotent anger, of voiceless shame. They might force me to
+go through the form, but never would they make me the wife of this
+man. My heart throbbed with rebellion, my mind hardened into revolt. I
+knew all that occurred, realized the significance of every word and
+act, yet it was as if they appertained to someone else. I felt the
+clammy touch of Cassion's hand on my nerveless fingers, and I must
+have answered the interrogatories of the priest, for his voice droned
+on, meaningless to the end. It was only in the silence which followed
+that I seemed to regain consciousness, and a new grip on my numbed
+faculties. Indeed I was still groping in the fog, bewildered, inert,
+when La Barre gave utterance to a coarse laugh.
+
+"Congratulations, Francois," he cried. "A fair wife, and not so
+unwilling after all. And now your first kiss."
+
+The sneer of these words was like a slap in the face, and all the
+hatred, and indignation I felt seethed to the surface. A heavy paper
+knife lay on the desk, and I gripped it in my fingers, and stepped
+back, facing them. The mist seemed to roll away, and I saw their
+faces, and there must have been that in mine to startle them, for even
+La Barre gave back a step, and the grin faded from the thin lips of
+the Commissaire.
+
+"'Tis ended then," I said, and my voice did not falter. "I am this
+man's wife. Very well, you have had your way; now I will have mine.
+Listen to what I shall say, Monsieur le Governor, and you also,
+Francois Cassion. By rite of church you call me wife, but that is your
+only claim. I know your law, and that this ceremony has sealed my
+lips. I am your captive, nothing more; you can rob me now--but, mark
+you! all that you will ever get is money. Monsieur Cassion, if you
+dare lay so much as a finger on me, I will kill you, as I would a
+snake. I know what I say, and mean it. You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur,
+if you doubt how my race repays insult. I will go with you; I will
+bear your name; this the law compels, but I am still mistress of my
+soul, and of my body. You hear me, Messieurs? You understand?"
+
+Cassion stood leaning forward, just where my first words had held him
+motionless. As I paused his eyes were on my face, and he lifted a hand
+to wipe away drops of perspiration. La Barre crumpled the paper he
+held savagely.
+
+"So," he exclaimed, "we have unchained a tiger cat. Well, all this is
+naught to me; and Francois, I leave you and the wilderness to do the
+taming. In faith, 'tis time already you were off. You agree to
+accompany the party without resistance, Madame?"
+
+"As well there, as here," I answered contemptuously.
+
+"And you, Hugo Chevet?"
+
+The giant growled something inarticulate through his beard, not
+altogether, I thought, to La Barre's liking, for his face darkened.
+
+"By St. Anne! 'tis a happy family amid which you start your honeymoon,
+Monsieur Cassion," he ejaculated at length, "but go you must, though I
+send a file of soldiers with you to the boats. Now leave me, and I
+would hear no more until word comes of your arrival at St. Louis."
+
+We left the room together, the three of us, and no one spoke, as we
+traversed the great assembly hall, in which dancers still lingered,
+and gained the outer hall. Cassion secured my cloak, and I wrapped it
+about my shoulders, for the night air without was already chill, and
+then, yet in unbroken silence, we passed down the steps into the
+darkness of the street. I walked beside Chevet, who was growling to
+himself, scarce sober enough to clearly realize what had occurred, and
+so we followed the Commissaire down the steep path which led to the
+river.
+
+There was no pomp now, no military guard, or blazing torches. All
+about us was gloom and silence, the houses fronting the narrow passage
+black, although a gleam of fire revealed the surface of the water
+below. The rough paving made walking difficult, and I tripped twice
+during the descent, once wrenching an ankle, but with no outcry. I was
+scarce conscious of the pain, or of my surroundings, for my mind still
+stood aghast over what had occurred. It had been so swiftly
+accomplished I yet failed to grasp the full significance.
+
+Vaguely I comprehended that I was no longer Adele la Chesnayne, but
+the wife of that man I followed. A word, a muttered prayer, an
+uplifted hand, had made me his slave, his vassal. Nothing could break
+the bond between us save death. I might hate, despise, revile, but the
+bond held. This thought grew clearer as my mind readjusted itself, and
+the full horror of the situation took possession of me. Yet there was
+nothing I could do; I could neither escape or fight, nor had I a
+friend to whom I could appeal. Suddenly I realized that I still
+grasped in my hand the heavy paper knife I had snatched up from La
+Barre's desk, and I thrust it into the waistband of my skirt. It was
+my only weapon of defense, yet to know I had even that seemed to bring
+me a glow of courage.
+
+We reached the river's edge and halted. Below us, on the bank, the
+blazing fire emitted a red gleam reflecting on the water, and showing
+us the dark outlines of waiting canoes, and seated figures. Gazing
+about Cassion broke the silence, his voice assuming the harshness of
+authority.
+
+"Three canoes! Where is the other? Huh! if there be delay now, someone
+will make answer to me. Pass the word for the sergeant; ah! is this
+you Le Claire?"
+
+"All is prepared, Monsieur."
+
+He glared at the stocky figure fronting him in infantry uniform.
+
+"Prepared! You have but three boats at the bank."
+
+"The other is below, Monsieur; it is loaded and waits to lead the
+way."
+
+"Ah! and who is in charge?"
+
+"Was it not your will that it be the guide--the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"_Sacre!_ but I had forgotten the fellow. Ay! 'tis the best place for
+him. And are all provisions and arms aboard? You checked them, Le
+Claire?"
+
+"With care, Monsieur; I watched the stowing of each piece; there is
+nothing forgotten."
+
+"And the men?"
+
+"Four Indian paddlers to each boat, Monsieur, twenty soldiers, a
+priest, and the guide."
+
+"'Tis the tally. Make room for two more in the large canoe; ay, the
+lady goes. Change a soldier each to your boat and that of Père Allouez
+until we make our first camp, where we can make new arrangement."
+
+"There is room in De Artigny's canoe."
+
+"We'll not call him back; the fellows will tuck away somehow. Come,
+let's be off, it looks like dawn over yonder."
+
+I found myself in one of the canoes, so filled with men any movement
+was almost impossible, yet of this I did not complain for my Uncle
+Chevet was next to me, and Cassion took place at the steering oar in
+the stern. To be separated from him was all I asked, although the very
+sound of his harsh voice rasping out orders, as we swung out from the
+bank rendered me almost frantic. My husband! God! and I was actually
+married to that despicable creature! I think I hardly realized before
+what had occurred, but now the hideous truth came, and I buried my
+face in my hands, and felt tears stealing through my fingers.
+
+Yet only for a moment were these tears of weakness. Indignation,
+anger, hatred conquered me. He had won! he had used power to conquer!
+Very well, now he would pay the price. He thought me a helpless girl;
+he would find me a woman, and a La Chesnayne. The tears left my eyes,
+and my head lifted, as purpose and decision returned.
+
+We were skirting the northern bank, the high bluffs blotting out the
+stars, with here and there, far up above us, a light gleaming from
+some distant window, its rays reflecting along the black water. The
+Indian paddlers worked silently, driving the sharp prow of the heavily
+laden canoe steadily up stream. Farther out to the left was the dim
+outline of another boat, keeping pace with ours, the moving figures of
+the paddlers revealed against the water beyond.
+
+I endeavored to discern the canoe which led the way, over which De
+Artigny held command, but it was hidden by a wall of mist too far away
+to be visible. Yet the very thought that the young Sieur was there,
+accompanying us into the drear wilderness, preserved me from utter
+despair. I would not be alone, or friendless. Even when he learned the
+truth, he would know it was not my fault, and though he might
+question, and even doubt, at first, yet surely the opportunity would
+come for me to confess all, and feel his sympathy, and protection. I
+cannot explain the confidence which this certainty of his presence
+brought, or how gratefully I awaited the dawn, and its revelation.
+
+'Tis not in the spirit of youth to be long depressed by misfortune,
+and although each echo of Cassion's voice recalled my condition, I was
+not indifferent to the changing scene. Chevet, still sodden with
+drink, fell asleep, his head on his pack, but I remained wide awake,
+watching the first faint gleam of light along the edge of the cloud
+stretching across the eastern sky line. It was a dull, drear morning,
+everywhere a dull gray, the wide waters about us silent and deserted.
+To the right the shore line was desolate and bare, except for
+blackened stumps of fire-devastated woods, and brown rocks, while in
+every other direction the river spread wide in sullen flow. There was
+no sound but the dip of the paddles and the heavy breathing.
+
+As the sun forced its way through the obscuring cloud, the mist rose
+slowly, and drifted aside, giving me glimpse of the canoe in advance,
+although it remained indistinct, a vague speck in the waste of water.
+I sat motionless gazing about at the scene, yet vaguely comprehending
+the nature of our surroundings. My mind reviewed the strange events of
+the past night, and endeavored to adjust itself to my new environment.
+Almost in an instant of time my life had utterly changed--I had been
+married and exiled; wedded to a man whom I despised, and forced to
+accompany him into the unknown wilderness. It was like a dream, a
+delirium of fever, and even yet I could not seem to comprehend its
+dread reality. But the speeding canoes, the strange faces, the
+occasional sound of Cassion's voice, the slumbering figure of Chevet
+was evidence of truth not to be ignored, and ahead yonder, a mere
+outline, was the boat which contained De Artigny. What would he say,
+or do, when he learned the truth? Would he care greatly? Had I read
+rightly the message of his eyes? Could I have trust, and confidence in
+his loyalty? Would he accept my explanation! or would he condemn me
+for this act in which I was in no wise to blame? Mother of God! it
+came to me that it was not so much Monsieur Cassion I feared, as the
+Sieur de Artigny. What would be his verdict? My heart seemed to stop
+its beating, and tears dimmed my eyes, as I gazed across the water at
+that distant canoe. I knew then that all my courage, all my hope,
+centered on his decision--the decision of the man I loved.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+THE TWO MEN MEET
+
+
+I could not have slept, although I must have lost consciousness of our
+surroundings, for I was aroused by Cassion's voice shouting some
+command, and became aware that we were making landing on the river
+bank. The sun was two hours high, and the spot selected a low
+grass-covered point, shaded by trees. Chevet had awakened, sobered by
+his nap, and the advance canoe had already been drawn up on the shore,
+the few soldiers it contained busily engaged in starting fires with
+which to cook our morning meal.
+
+I perceived De Artigny with my first glance, standing erect on the
+bank, his back toward us, directing the men in their work. As we shot
+forward toward the landing he turned indifferently, and I marked the
+sudden straightening of his body, as though in surprise, although the
+distance gave me no clear vision of his face. As our canoe came into
+the shallows, he sprang down the bank to greet us, hat in hand, his
+eyes on me. My own glance fell before the eagerness in his face, and I
+turned away.
+
+"Ah! Monsieur Cassion," he exclaimed, the very sound of his
+voice evidencing delight. "You have guests on the journey; 'tis
+unexpected."
+
+Cassion stepped over the side, and fronted him, no longer a smiling
+gallant of the court, but brutal in authority.
+
+"And what is that to you, may I ask, Sieur de Artigny?" he said,
+coldly contemptuous. "You are but our guide, and it is no concern of
+yours who may compose the company. 'Twill be well for you to remember
+your place, and attend to your duties. Go now, and see that the men
+have breakfast served."
+
+There was a moment of silence, and I did not even venture to glance up
+to perceive what occurred, although I felt that De Artigny's eyes
+shifted their inquiry from Cassion's face to mine. There must be no
+quarrel now, not until he knew the truth, not until I had opportunity
+to explain, and yet he was a firebrand, and it would be like him to
+resent such words. How relieved I felt, as his voice made final
+answer.
+
+"Pardon, Monsieur le Commissaire," he said, pleasantly enough. "It is
+true I forgot my place in this moment of surprise. I obey your
+orders."
+
+I looked up as he turned away, and disappeared. Cassion stared after
+him, smothering an oath, and evidently disappointed at so tame an
+ending of the affair, for it was his nature to bluster and boast. Yet
+as his lips changed to a grin, I knew of what the man was thinking--he
+had mistaken De Artigny's actions for cowardice, and felt assured now
+of how he would deal with him. He turned to the canoe, a new
+conception of importance in the sharp tone of his voice.
+
+"Come ashore, men; ay! draw the boat higher on the sand. Now, Monsieur
+Chevet, assist your niece forward to where I can help her to land with
+dry feet--permit me, Adele."
+
+"It is not at all necessary, Monsieur," I replied, avoiding his hand,
+and leaping lightly to the firm sand. "I am no dainty maid of Quebec
+to whom such courtesy is due." I stood and faced him, not unpleased to
+mark the anger in his eyes. "Not always have you shown yourself so
+considerate."
+
+"Why blame me for the act of La Barre?"
+
+"The act would never have been considered had you opposed it,
+Monsieur. It was your choice, not the Governor's."
+
+"I would wed you--yes; but that is no crime. But let us understand
+each other. Those were harsh words you spoke in anger in the room
+yonder."
+
+"They were not in anger."
+
+"But surely--"
+
+"Monsieur, you have forced me into marriage; the law holds me as your
+wife. I know not how I may escape that fate, or avoid accompanying
+you. So far I submit, but no farther. I do not love you; I do not even
+feel friendship toward you. Let me pass."
+
+He grasped my arm, turning me about until I faced him, his eyes
+glaring into mine.
+
+"Not until I speak," he replied threateningly. "Do not mistake my
+temper, or imagine me blind. I know what has so suddenly changed
+you--it is that gay, simpering fool yonder. But be careful how far you
+go. I am your husband, and in authority here."
+
+"Monsieur, your words are insult; release your hand."
+
+"So you think to deceive! Bah! I am too old a bird for that, or to pay
+heed to such airs. I have seen girls before, and a mood does not
+frighten me. But listen now--keep away from De Artigny unless you seek
+trouble."
+
+"What mean you by that threat?"
+
+"You will learn to your sorrow; the way we travel is long, and I am
+woodsman as well as soldier. You will do well to heed my words."
+
+I released my arm, but did not move. My only feeling toward him at
+that moment was one of disgust, defiance. The threat in his eyes, the
+cool insolence of his speech, set my blood on fire.
+
+"Monsieur," I said coldly, although every nerve of my body throbbed,
+"you may know girls, but you deal now with a woman. Your speech, your
+insinuation is insult. I disliked you before; now I despise you, yet I
+will say this in answer to what you have intimated. Monsieur de
+Artigny is nothing to me, save that he hath shown himself friend. You
+wrong him, even as you wrong me, in thinking otherwise, and whatever
+the cause of misunderstanding between us, there is no excuse for you
+to pick quarrel with him."
+
+"You appear greatly concerned over his safety."
+
+"Not at all; so far as I have ever heard the Sieur de Artigny has
+heretofore proven himself quite capable of sustaining his own part.
+'Tis more like I am concerned for you."
+
+"For me? You fool! Why, I was a swordsman when that lad was at his
+mother's knee." He laughed, but with ugly gleam of teeth. "_Sacre!_ I
+hate such play acting. But enough of quarrel now; there is sufficient
+time ahead to bring you to your senses, and a knowledge of who is your
+master. Hugo Chevet, come here."
+
+My uncle climbed the bank, his rifle in hand, with face still bloated,
+and red from the drink of the night before. Behind him appeared the
+slender black-robed figure of the Jesuit, his eyes eager with
+curiosity. It was sight of the latter which caused Cassion to moderate
+his tone of command.
+
+"You will go with Chevet," he said, pointing to the fire among the
+trees, "until I can talk to you alone."
+
+"A prisoner?"
+
+"No; a guest," sarcastically, "but do not overstep the courtesy."
+
+We left him in conversation with the _père_, and I did not even glance
+back. Chevet breathed heavily, and I caught the mutter of his voice.
+"What meaneth all this chatter?" he asked gruffly. "Must you two
+quarrel so soon?"
+
+"Why not?" I retorted. "The man bears me no love; 'tis but gold he
+thinks about."
+
+"Gold!" he stopped, and slapped his thighs. "'Tis precious little of
+that he will ever see then."
+
+"And why not? Was not my father a land owner?"
+
+"Ay! till the King took it."
+
+"Then even you do not know the truth. I am glad to learn that, for I
+have dreamed that you sold me to this coxcomb for a share of the
+spoils."
+
+"What? a share of the spoils! Bah! I am no angel, girl, nor pretend to
+a virtue more than I possess. There is truth in the thought that I
+might benefit by your marriage to Monsieur Cassion, and, by my faith,
+I see no wrong in that. Have you not cost me heavily in these years?
+Why should I not seek for you a husband of worth in these colonies?
+Wherefore is that a crime? Were you my own daughter I could do no
+less, and this man is not ill to look upon, a fair-spoken gallant, a
+friend of La Barre's, chosen by him for special service--"
+
+"And with influence in the fur trade."
+
+"All the better that," he continued obstinately. "Why should a girl
+object if her husband be rich?"
+
+"But he is not rich," I said plainly, looking straight into his eyes.
+"He is no more than a penniless adventurer; an actor playing a part
+assigned him by the Governor; while you and I do the same. Listen,
+Monsieur Chevet, the property at St. Thomas is mine by legal right,
+and it was to gain possession that this wretch sought my hand."
+
+"Your legal right?"
+
+"Ay, restored by the King in special order."
+
+"It is not true; I had the records searched by a lawyer, Monsieur
+Gautier, of St. Anne."
+
+I gave a gesture of indignation.
+
+"A country advocate at whom those in authority would laugh. I tell you
+what I say is true; the land was restored, and the fact is known to La
+Barre and to Cassion. It is this fact which has caused all our
+troubles. I overheard talk last night between the Governor and his
+aide-de-camp, Colonel Delguard--you know him?"
+
+Chevet nodded, his interest stirred.
+
+"They thought themselves alone, and were laughing at the success of
+their trick. I was hidden behind the heavy curtains at the window, and
+every word they spoke reached my ears. Then they sent for Cassion."
+
+"But where is the paper?"
+
+"I did not learn; they have it hidden, no doubt, awaiting the proper
+time to produce it. But there is such a document: La Barre explained
+that clearly, and the reason why he wished Cassion to marry me. They
+were all three talking when an accident happened, which led to my
+discovery."
+
+"Ah! and so that was what hurried the wedding, and sent me on this
+wild wilderness chase. They would bury me in the woods--_sacre!_--"
+
+"Hush now--Cassion has left the canoe already, and we can talk of this
+later. Let us seem to suspect nothing."
+
+This was the first meal of many eaten together along the river bank in
+the course of our long journey, yet the recollection of that scene
+rises before my memory now with peculiar vividness. It was a bright,
+glorious morning, the arching sky blue overhead, and the air soft with
+early autumn. Our temporary camp was at the edge of a grove, and below
+us swept the broad river, a gleaming highway of silvery water without
+speck upon its surface. Except for our little party of voyagers no
+evidence of life was visible, not even a distant curl of smoke
+obscuring the horizon.
+
+Cassion had divided us into groups, and, from where I had found
+resting place, with a small flat rock for table, I was enabled to see
+the others scattered to the edge of the bank, and thus learned for the
+first time, the character of those with whom I was destined to
+companion on the long journey. There were but four of us in that first
+group, which included Père Allouez, a silent man, fingering his cross,
+and barely touching food. His face under the black cowl was drawn, and
+creased by strange lines, and his eyes burned with fanaticism. If I
+had ever dreamed of him as one to whom I might turn for counsel, the
+thought instantly vanished as our glances met.
+
+A soldier and two Indians served us, while their companions, divided
+into two groups, were gathered at the other extremity of the ridge,
+the soldiers under discipline of their own under officers, and the
+Indians watched over by Sieur De Artigny, who rested, however,
+slightly apart, his gaze on the broad river. Never once while I
+observed did he turn and glance my way. I counted the men, as I
+endeavored to eat, scarcely heeding the few words exchanged by those
+about me. The Indians numbered ten, including their chief, whom
+Cassion called Altudah. Chevet named them as Algonquins from the
+Ottawa, treacherous rascals enough, yet with expert knowledge of water
+craft.
+
+Altudah was a tall savage, wrapped in gaudy blanket, his face rendered
+sinister and repulsive by a scar the full length of his cheek, yet he
+spoke French fairly well, and someone said that he had three times
+made journey to Mackinac, and knew the waterways. There were
+twenty-four soldiers, including a sergeant and corporal, of the
+Regiment of Picardy; active fellows enough, and accustomed to the
+frontier, although they gave small evidence of discipline, and their
+uniforms were in shocking condition. The sergeant was a heavily built,
+stocky man, but the others were rather undersized, and of little
+spirit. The same thought must have been in the minds of others, for
+the expression on Monsieur Cassion's face was not pleasant as he
+stared about.
+
+"Chevet," he exclaimed disgustedly "did ever you see a worse selection
+for wilderness travel than La Barre has given us? Cast your eyes down
+the line yonder; by my faith! there is not a real man among them."
+
+Chevet who had been growling to himself, with scarce a thought other
+than the food before him, lifted his eyes and looked.
+
+"Not so bad," he answered finally, the words rumbling in his throat.
+"Altudah is a good Indian, and has traveled with me before, and the
+sergeant yonder looks like a fighting man."
+
+"Ay, but the others?"
+
+"No worse than all the scum. De Baugis had no better with him, and La
+Salle led a gang of outcasts. With right leadership you can make them
+do men's work. 'Tis no kid-gloved job you have, Monsieur Cassion."
+
+The insulting indifference of the old fur trader's tone surprised the
+Commissaire, and he exhibited resentment.
+
+"You are overly free with your comments, Hugo Chevet. When I wish
+advice I will ask it."
+
+"And in the woods I do not always wait to be asked," returned the
+older man, lighting his pipe, and calmly puffing out the blue smoke.
+"Though it is likely enough you will be asking for it before you
+journey many leagues further."
+
+"You are under my orders."
+
+"So La Barre said, but the only duty he gave me was to watch over
+Adele here. He put no shackle on my tongue. You have chosen your
+course?"
+
+"Yes, up the Ottawa."
+
+"I supposed so, although that boy yonder could lead you a shorter
+passage."
+
+"How learned you that?"
+
+"By talking with him in Quebec. He even sketched me a map of the route
+he traveled with La Salle. You knew it not?"
+
+"'Twas of no moment, for my orders bid me go by St. Ignace. Yet it
+might be well to question him and the chief also." He turned to the
+nearest soldier. "Tell the Algonquin, Altudah, to come here, and Sieur
+de Artigny."
+
+They approached together, two specimens of the frontier as different
+as could be pictured, and stood silent, fronting Cassion who looked at
+them frowning, and in no pleasant humor. The eyes of the younger man
+sought my face for an instant, and the swift glance gave harsher note
+to the Commissaire's voice.
+
+"We will reload the canoes here for the long voyage," he said
+brusquely. "The sergeant will have charge of that, but both of you
+will be in the leading boat, and will keep well in advance of the
+others. Our course is by way of the Ottawa. You know that stream,
+Altudah?"
+
+The Indian bowed his head gravely, and extended one hand beneath the
+scarlet fold of his blanket.
+
+"Five time, Monsieur."
+
+"How far to the west, Chief?"
+
+"To place call Green Bay."
+
+Cassion turned his eyes on De Artigny, a slight sneer curling his
+lips.
+
+"And you?" he asked coldly.
+
+"But one journey, Monsieur, along the Ottawa and the lakes," was the
+quiet answer, "and that three years ago, yet I scarce think I would go
+astray. 'Tis not a course easily forgotten."
+
+"And beyond Green Bay?"
+
+"I have been to the mouth of the Great River."
+
+"You!" in surprise. "Were you of that party?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"And you actually reached the sea--the salt water?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Saint Anne! I never half believed the tale true, nor do I think
+overmuch of your word for it. But let that go. Chevet here tells me
+you know a shorter journey to the Illinois?"
+
+"Not by canoe, Monsieur. I followed Sieur de la Salle by forest trail
+to the Straits, and planned to return that way, but 'tis a foot
+journey."
+
+"Not fitted for such a party as this?"
+
+"Only as you trust to your rifles for food, bearing what packs we
+might on our backs. With the lady the trail is scarcely possible."
+
+"As to the lady I will make my own decision. Besides, our course is
+decided. We go to St. Ignace. What will be your course from Green
+Bay?"
+
+"Along the west shore, Monsieur; it is dangerous only by reason of
+storms."
+
+"And the distance?"
+
+"From St. Ignace?"
+
+"Ay! from St. Ignace! What distance lies between there and this Fort
+St. Louis, on the Illinois?"
+
+"'Twill be but a venture, Monsieur, but I think 'tis held at a hundred
+and fifty leagues."
+
+"Of wilderness?"
+
+"When I passed that way--yes; they tell me now the Jesuits have
+mission station at Green Bay, and there may be fur traders in Indian
+villages beyond."
+
+"No chance to procure supplies?"
+
+"Only scant rations of corn from the Indians."
+
+"Your report is in accordance with my instructions and maps, and no
+doubt is correct. That will be all. Take two more men in your boat,
+and depart at once. We shall follow immediately."
+
+As De Artigny turned away in obedience to these orders, his glance met
+mine, and seemed to question. Eager as I was to acquaint him with the
+true reason of my presence it was impossible. To have exhibited the
+slightest interest would only increase the enmity between the two men,
+and serve no good purpose. I did not even venture to gaze after him as
+he disappeared down the bank, feeling assured that Cassion's eyes were
+suspiciously watching me. My appearance of indifference must have been
+well assumed, for there was a sound of confidence in his voice as he
+bade us return to the canoes, and I even permitted him to assist me to
+my feet, and aid me in the descent to the shore.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+I DEFY CASSION
+
+
+Our progress was slow against the swift current of the St. Lawrence,
+and we kept close to the overhanging bank, following the guidance of
+the leading canoe. We were the second in line, and no longer
+over-crowded, so that I had ample room to rest at ease upon a pile of
+blankets, and gaze about me with interest on the changing scene.
+
+Cassion, encouraged possibly by my permitting his attendance down the
+bank, found seat near me, and endeavored to converse; but, although I
+tried to prove cordial, realizing now that to anger the man would only
+add to my perplexity, his inane remarks tried me so that I ceased
+reply, and we finally lapsed into silence. Chevet, who held the
+steering oar, asked him some questions, which led to a brisk argument,
+and I turned away my head, glad enough to escape, and be permitted the
+luxury of my own thoughts.
+
+How beautifully desolate it all was; with what fresh delight each
+new vista revealed itself. The wild life, the love of wilderness and
+solitude, was in my blood, and my nature responded to the charm
+of our surroundings. I was the daughter of one ever attracted by
+the frontier, and all my life had been passed amid primitive
+conditions--the wide out-of-doors was my home, and the lonely
+places called me. The broad, rapid sweep of the river up which we
+won our slow passage, the great beetling cliffs dark in shadows,
+and crowned by trees, the jutting rocks whitened by spray, the
+headlands cutting off all view ahead, then suddenly receding to
+permit of our circling on into the unknown--here extended a panorama
+of which I could never tire.
+
+My imagination swept ahead into the mystery which awaited us in that
+vast wilderness toward which we journeyed--the dangerous rivers, the
+portages, the swift rush of gleaming water, the black forests, the
+plains of waving grass, the Indian villages, and those immense lakes
+along whose shores we were destined to find way. All this possibility
+had come to me so unexpectedly, with such suddenness, that even yet I
+scarcely realized that my surroundings were real. They seemed more a
+dream than an actual fact, and I was compelled to concentrate my mind
+on those people about me before I could clearly comprehend the
+conditions under which I lived.
+
+Yet here was reality enough: the Indian paddlers, stripped to the
+waist, their bodies glistening, as with steady, tireless strokes, they
+forced our canoe forward, following relentlessly the wake of the
+speeding boat ahead; the little group of soldiers huddled in the bows,
+several sleeping already, the others amusing themselves with game of
+cards; while just in front of me sat the priest, his fingers clasping
+an open book, but his eyes on the river. The silhouette of his face,
+outlined beyond his black hood, seemed carved from stone, it was so
+expressionless and hard. There was something so sinister about it that
+I felt a chill run through me, and averted my eyes, only to encounter
+the glance of Cassion beside me, who smiled, and pointed out a huge
+terrace of rock which seemed a castle against the blue of the sky. I
+think he told me the fanciful name the earlier explorers had given the
+point, and related some legend with which it was connected, but my
+mind was not on his tale, and soon he ceased effort to entertain me,
+and his head nodded sleepily.
+
+I turned to glance back beyond the massive figure of Chevet at the
+steering oar, to gain glimpse of the canoes behind. The first was well
+up, so that even the faces of its occupants were revealed, but the
+second was but a black shapeless thing in the distance, a mere blotch
+upon the waters.
+
+Ahead of us, now sweeping around the point like a wild bird, amid a
+smother of spray, appeared the advance canoe. As it disappeared I
+could distinguish De Artigny at the stern, his coat off, his hands
+grasping a paddle. Above the point once more and in smoother water, I
+was aware that he turned and looked back, shading his eyes from the
+sun. I could not but wonder what he thought, what possible suspicion
+had come to him, regarding my presence in the company. There was no
+way in which he could have learned the truth, for there had been no
+communication between him and those who knew the facts.
+
+Never would he conceive so wild a thought as my marriage to Cassion.
+He might, indeed, believe that some strange, sudden necessity had
+compelled me to accompany them on this adventure, or he might suspect
+that I had deceived him, knowing all the time that I was to be of the
+party. I felt the shame of it bring the red blood into my cheeks, and
+my lips pressed together in firm resolve. I should tell him, tell him
+all; and he must judge my conduct from my own words, and not those of
+another. In some manner I must keep him away from Cassion--ay, and
+from Chevet--until opportunity came for me to first communicate with
+him.
+
+I was a woman, and some instinct of my nature told me that Sieur de
+Artigny held me in high esteem. And his was the disposition and the
+training to cause the striking of a blow first. That must not be, for
+now I was determined to unravel the cause for Cassion's eagerness to
+marry, and La Barre's willing assistance, and to accomplish this end
+there could be no quarreling between us.
+
+The weariness of the long night conquered even my brain, the steady
+splash of the paddles becoming a lullaby. Insensibly my head rested
+back against the pile of blankets, the glint of sunshine along the
+surface of the water vanished as my lashes fell, and, before I knew
+it, I slept soundly. I awoke with the sun in the western sky, so low
+down as to peep at me through the upper branches of trees lining the
+bank. Our surroundings had changed somewhat, the shores being no
+longer steep, and overhung with rocks, but only slightly uplifted, and
+covered with dense, dark woods, somber and silent. Their shadows
+nearly met in midstream, giving to the scene a look of desolation and
+gloom, the water sweeping on in sullen flow, without sparkle, or
+gaiety. Our boat clung close to the west shore, and I could look long
+distances through the aisles of trees into the silent gloom beyond.
+Not a leaf rustled, not a wild animal moved in the coverts. It was
+like an abode of death.
+
+And we moved so slowly, struggling upward against the current, for the
+Indians were resting, and the less expert hands of soldiers were
+wielding the paddles, urged on by Cassion, who had relieved Chevet at
+the steering oar. The harsh tones of his voice, and the heavy
+breathing of the laboring men alone broke the solemn stillness. I sat
+up, my body aching from the awkward position in which I lay, and
+endeavored to discern the other canoes.
+
+Behind us stretched a space of straight water, and one canoe was
+close, while the second was barely visible along a curve of the
+shore. Ahead, however, the river appeared vacant, the leading boat
+having vanished around a wooded bend. My eyes met those of Cassion,
+and the sight of him instantly restored me to a recollection of my
+plan--nothing could be gained by open warfare. I permitted my lips
+to smile, and noted instantly the change of expression in his face.
+
+"I have slept well, Monsieur," I said pleasantly, "for I was very
+tired."
+
+"'Tis the best way on a boat voyage," assuming his old manner, "but
+now the day is nearly done."
+
+"So late as that! You will make camp soon?"
+
+"If that be Cap Sante yonder, 'tis like we shall go ashore beyond. Ay!
+see the smoke spiral above the trees; a hundred rods more and we make
+the turn. The fellows will not be sorry, the way they ply the
+paddles." He leaned over and shook Chevet. "Time to rouse, Hugo, for
+we make camp. Bend to it, lads; there is food and a night's rest
+waiting you around yonder point. Dig deep, and send her along."
+
+As we skirted the extremity of shore I saw the opening in the woods,
+and the gleam of a cheerful fire amid green grass. The advance canoe
+swung half-hidden amid the overhanging roots of a huge pine tree, and
+the men were busily at work ashore. To the right they were already
+erecting a small tent, its yellow canvas showing plainly against the
+leafy background of the forest. As we circled the point closely,
+seeking the still water, we could perceive Altudah standing alone on a
+flat rock, his red blanket conspicuous as he pointed out the best
+place for landing. As we nosed into the bank, our sharp bow was
+grasped by waiting Indians and drawn safely ashore. I reached my feet,
+stiffened, and scarcely able to move my limbs, but determined to land
+without the aid of Cassion, whose passage forward was blocked by
+Chevet's huge bulk. As my weight rested on the edge of the canoe, De
+Artigny swung down from behind the chief, and extended his hand.
+
+"A slight spring," he said, "and you land with dry feet; good! now let
+me lift you--so."
+
+I had but the instant; I knew that, for I heard Cassion cry out
+something just behind me, and, surprised as I was by the sudden
+appearance of De Artigny, I yet realized the necessity for swift
+speech.
+
+"Monsieur," I whispered. "Do not talk, but listen. You would serve
+me?"
+
+"Ay!"
+
+"Then ask nothing, and above all do not quarrel with Cassion. I will
+tell you everything the moment I can see you safely alone. Until then
+do not seek me. I have your word?"
+
+He did not answer, for the Commissaire grasped my arm, and thrust
+himself in between us, his action so swift that the impact of his body
+thrust De Artigny back a step. I saw the hand of the younger man close
+on the knife hilt at his belt, but was quick enough to avert the hot
+words burning his lips.
+
+"A bit rough, Monsieur Cassion," I cried laughing merrily, even as I
+released my arm. "Why so much haste? I was near falling, and it was
+but courtesy which led the Sieur de Artigny to extend me his hand. It
+does not please me for you to be ever seeking a quarrel."
+
+There must have been that in my face which cooled him, for his hand
+fell, and his thin lips curled into sarcastic smile.
+
+"If I seemed hasty," he exclaimed, "it was more because I was blocked
+by that boor of a Chevet yonder, and it angered me to have this young
+gamecock ever at hand to push in. What think you you were employed
+for, fellow--an esquire of dames? Was there not work enough in the
+camp yonder, that you must be testing your fancy graces every time a
+boat lands?"
+
+There was no mild look in De Artigny's eyes as he fronted him, yet he
+held his temper, recalling my plea no doubt, and I hastened to step
+between, and furnish him excuse for silence.
+
+"Surely you do wrong to blame the young man, Monsieur, as but for his
+aid I would have slipped yonder. There is no cause for hard words, nor
+do I thank you for making me a subject of quarrel. Is it my tent they
+erect yonder?"
+
+"Ay," there was little graciousness to the tone, for the man had the
+nature of a bully. "'Twas my thought that it be brought for your use;
+and if Monsieur de Artigny will consent to stand aside, it will give
+me pleasure to escort you thither."
+
+The younger man's eyes glanced from the other's face into mine, as
+though seeking reassurance. His hat was instantly in his hand, and he
+stepped backward, bowing low.
+
+"The wish of the lady is sufficient," he said quietly, and then stood
+again erect, facing Cassion. "Yet," he added slowly, "I would remind
+Monsieur that while I serve him as a guide, it is as a volunteer, and
+I am also an officer of France."
+
+"Of France? Pah! of the renegade La Salle."
+
+"France has no more loyal servant, Monsieur Cassion in all this
+western land--nor is he renegade, for he holds the Illinois at the
+King's command."
+
+"Held it--yes; under Frontenac, but not now."
+
+"We will not quarrel over words, yet not even in Quebec was it claimed
+that higher authority than La Barre's had led to recall. Louis had
+never interfered, and it is De Tonty, and not De Baugis who is in
+command at St. Louis by royal order. My right to respect of rank is
+clearer than your own, Monsieur, so I beg you curb your temper."
+
+"You threaten me?"
+
+"No; we who live in the wilderness do not talk, we act. I obey your
+orders, do your will, on this expedition, but as a man, not a slave.
+In all else we stand equal, and I accept insult from no living man.
+'Tis well that you know this, Monsieur."
+
+The hat was back upon his head, and he had turned away before Cassion
+found answering speech. It was a jaunty, careless figure, disappearing
+amid the trees, the very swing of his shoulders a challenge, nor did
+he so much as glance about to mark the effect of his insolent words.
+For the instant I believed Cassion's first thought was murder, for he
+gripped a pistol in his hand, and flung one foot forward, an oath
+sputtering between his lips. Yet the arrant coward in him conquered
+even that mad outburst of passion, and before I could grasp his arm in
+restraint, the impulse had passed, and he was staring after the slowly
+receding figure of De Artigny, his fingers nerveless.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_--no! I'll show the pup who is the master," he muttered.
+"Let him disobey once, and I'll stretch his dainty form as I would an
+Indian cur."
+
+"Monsieur," I said, drawing his attention to my presence. "'Tis of no
+interest to me your silly quarrel with Sieur de Artigny. I am weary
+with the boat journey, and would rest until food is served."
+
+"But you heard the young cockerel! What he dared say to me?"
+
+"Surely; and were his words true?"
+
+"True! what mean you? That he would resist my authority?"
+
+"That he held commission from the King, while your only authority was
+by word of the Governor? Was it not by Royal Orders that La Salle was
+relieved of command?"
+
+Cassion's face exhibited embarrassment, yet he managed to laugh.
+
+"A mere boast the boy made, yet with a grain of truth to bolster it.
+La Barre acted with authority, but there has not been time for his
+report to be passed upon by Louis. No doubt 'tis now upon the sea."
+
+"And now for this reason to lay his cause before the King, the Sieur
+de la Salle, sailed for France."
+
+"Yes, but too late; already confirmation of La Barre's act is en route
+to New France. The crowing cockerel yonder will lose his spurs. But
+come, 'tis useless to stand here discussing this affair. Let me show
+you how well your comfort has been attended to."
+
+I walked beside him among the trees, and across the patch of grass to
+where the tent stood against a background of rock. The Indians and
+soldiers in separate groups were busied about their fires, and I could
+distinguish the chief, with Chevet, still beside the canoes, engaged
+in making them secure for the night. The evening shadows were
+thickening about us, and the gloom of the woods extended already
+across the river to the opposite shore.
+
+De Artigny had disappeared, although I glanced about in search for
+him, as Cassion drew aside the tent flap, and peered within. He
+appeared pleased at the way in which his orders had been executed.
+
+"'Tis very neat, indeed, Monsieur," I said pleasantly, glancing
+inside. "I owe you my thanks."
+
+"'Twas brought for my own use," he confessed, encouraged by my
+graciousness, "for as you know, I had no previous warning that you
+were to be of our party. Please step within."
+
+I did so, yet turned instantly to prevent his following me. Already I
+had determined on my course of action, and now the time had come for
+me to speak him clearly; yet now that I had definite purpose in view
+it was no part of my game to anger the man.
+
+"Monsieur," I said soberly. "I must beg your mercy. I am but a girl,
+and alone. It is true I am your wife by law, but the change has come
+so suddenly that I am yet dazed. Surely you cannot wish to take
+advantage, or make claim upon me, until I can bid you welcome. I
+appeal to you as a gentleman."
+
+He stared into my face, scarcely comprehending all my meaning.
+
+"You would bar me without? You forbid me entrance?"
+
+"Would you seek to enter against my wish?"
+
+"But you are my wife; that you will not deny! What will be said,
+thought, if I seek rest elsewhere?"
+
+"Monsieur, save for Hugo Chevet, none in this company know the story
+of that marriage, or why I am here. What I ask brings no stain upon
+you. 'Tis not that I so dislike you, Monsieur, but I am the daughter
+of Pierre la Chesnayne, and 'tis not in my blood to yield to force. It
+will be best to yield me respect and consideration."
+
+"You threatened me yonder--before La Barre."
+
+"I spoke wildly, in anger. That passion has passed--now I appeal to
+your manhood."
+
+He glanced about, to assure himself we were alone.
+
+"You are a sly wench," he said, laughing unpleasantly, "but it may be
+best that I give you your own way for this once. There is time enough
+in which to teach you my power. And so you shut the tent to me, fair
+lady, in spite of your pledge to Holy Church. Ah, well! there are
+nights a plenty between here and St. Ignace, and you will become
+lonely enough in the wilderness to welcome me. One kiss, and I leave
+you."
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+His eyes were ugly.
+
+"You refuse that! _Mon Dieu!_ Do you think I play? I will have the
+kiss--or more."
+
+Furious as the man was I felt no fear of him, merely an intense
+disgust that his hands should touch me, an indignation that he should
+offer me such insult. He must have read all this in my eyes, for he
+made but the one move, and I flung his hand aside as easily as though
+it had been that of a child. I was angry, so that my lips trembled,
+and my face grew white, yet it was not the anger that stormed.
+
+"Enough, Monsieur--go!" I said, and pointed to where the fires
+reddened the darkness. "Do not dare speak to me again this night."
+
+An instant he hesitated, trying to muster courage, but the bully in
+him failed, and with an oath, he turned away, and vanished. It was
+nearly dark then, and I sat down on a blanket at the entrance, and
+waited, watching the figures between me and the river. I did not think
+he would come again, but I did not know; it would be safer if I could
+have word with Chevet. A soldier brought me food, and when he returned
+for the tins I made him promise to seek my uncle, and send him to me.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+THE FLAMES OF JEALOUSY
+
+
+My only faith in Hugo Chevet rested in his natural resentment of
+Cassion's treachery relative to my father's fortune. He would feel
+that he had been cheated, deceived, deprived of his rightful share of
+the spoils.
+
+The man cared nothing for me, as had already been plainly demonstrated,
+yet, but for this conspiracy of La Barre and his Commissaire, it would
+have been his privilege to have handled whatever property Pierre la
+Chesnayne left at time of his death. He would have been the legal
+guardian of an heiress, instead of the provider for an unwelcomed
+child of poverty.
+
+He had been tricked into marrying me to Cassion, feeling that he had
+thus rid himself of an incumbrance, and at the same time gained a
+friend and ally at court, and now discovered that by that act he had
+alienated himself from all chance of ever controlling my inheritance.
+The knowledge that he had thus been outwitted would rankle in the
+man's brain, and he was one to seek revenge. It was actuated by this
+thought that I had sent for him, feeling that perhaps at last we had a
+common cause.
+
+Whether, or not, Cassion would take my dismissal as final I could not
+feel assured. No doubt he would believe my decision the outburst of a
+woman's mood, which he had best honor, but in full faith that a few
+days would bring to me a change of mind. The man was too pronounced an
+egotist to ever confess that he could fail in winning the heart of any
+girl whom he condescended to honor, and the very injury which my
+repulse had given to his pride would tend to increase his desire to
+possess me.
+
+However little he had cared before in reality, now his interest would
+be aroused, and I would seem to him worthy of conquest. He would never
+stop after what had occurred between us until he had exhausted every
+power he possessed. Yet I saw nothing more of him that night, although
+I sat just within the flap of the tent watching the camp between me
+and the river. Shadowing figures glided about, revealed dimly by the
+fires, but none of these did I recognize as the Commissaire, nor did I
+hear his voice.
+
+I had been alone for an hour, already convinced that the soldier had
+failed to deliver my message, when my Uncle Chevet finally emerged
+from the shadows, and announced his presence. He appeared a huge,
+shapeless figure, his very massiveness yielding me a feeling of
+protection, and I arose, and joined him. His greeting proved the
+unhappiness of his mind.
+
+"So you sent for me--why? What has happened between you and Cassion?"
+
+"No more than occurred between us yonder in Quebec, when I informed
+him that I was his wife in name only," I answered quietly. "Do you
+blame me now that you understand his purpose in this marriage?"
+
+"But I don't understand. You have but aroused my suspicion. Tell me
+all, and if the man is a villain he shall make answer to me."
+
+"Ay, if you imagine you have been outplayed in the game, although
+it is little enough you would care otherwise. Let there be no
+misunderstanding between us, Monsieur. You sold me to Francois
+Cassion because you expected to profit through his influence with La
+Barre. Now you learn otherwise, and the discovery has angered you.
+For the time being you are on my side--but for how long?"
+
+He stared at me, his slow wits scarcely translating my words.
+Seemingly the man had but one idea in his thick head.
+
+"How know you the truth of all you have said?" he asked. "Where
+learned you of this wealth?"
+
+"By overhearing conversation while hidden behind the curtain in La
+Barre's office. He spoke freely with his aide, and later with Cassion.
+It was my discovery there which led to the forced marriage, and our
+being sent with this expedition."
+
+"You heard alone?"
+
+"So they thought, and naturally believed marriage would prevent my
+ever bearing witness against them. But I was not alone."
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ Another heard?"
+
+"Yes, the Sieur de Artigny."
+
+Chevet grasped my arm, and in the glare of the fire I could see his
+excitement pictured in his face.
+
+"Who? That lad? You were in hiding there together? And did he realize
+what was said?"
+
+"That I do not know," I answered, "for we have exchanged no word
+since. When my presence was discovered, De Artigny escaped unseen
+through the open window. I need to meet him again that these matters
+may be explained, and that I may learn just what he overheard. It was
+to enlist your aid that I sent for you."
+
+"To bring the lad here?"
+
+"No; that could not be done without arousing the suspicion of Cassion.
+The two are already on the verge of quarrel. You must find some way of
+drawing the Commissaire aside--not tonight, for there is plenty of
+time before us, and I am sure we are being watched now--and that will
+afford me opportunity."
+
+"But why may I not speak him?"
+
+"You!" I laughed. "He would be likely to talk with you. A sweet
+message you sent him in Quebec."
+
+"I was drunk, and Cassion asked it of me."
+
+"I thought as much; the coward makes you pull his chestnuts from the
+fire. Do you give me the pledge?"
+
+"Ay! although 'tis not my way to play sweet, when I should enjoy to
+wring the fellow's neck. What was it La Barre said?"
+
+I hesitated a moment, doubting how much I had better tell, yet decided
+it would be best to intrust him with the facts, and some knowledge of
+what I proposed to do.
+
+"That just before he died my father's property was restored to him by
+the King, but the Royal order was never recorded. It exists, but where
+I do not know, nor do I know as yet for what purpose it was concealed.
+My marriage to Cassion must have been an afterthought, for he is but a
+creature of La Barre's. It is through him the greater villains seek
+control; but, no doubt, he was a willing tool enough, and expects his
+share."
+
+"Why not let me choke the truth out of him then? Bah! it would be
+easy."
+
+"For two reasons," I said earnestly. "First, I doubt if he knows the
+true conspiracy, or can lay hands on the King's restoration. Without
+that we have no proof of fraud. And second, coward though he may be,
+his very fear might yield him courage. No, Uncle Chevet, we must wait,
+and learn these facts through other means than force. 'Tis back in
+Quebec, not in this wilderness, we will find the needed proofs. What I
+ask of you is, pretend to know nothing; do not permit Cassion to
+suspicion that I have confided in you. We must encourage him to talk
+by saying nothing which will put him on guard."
+
+"But he is already aware that you have learned the truth."
+
+"Of that I am not certain. It was the conversation between La Barre
+and Colonel Delguard which gave me the real cue. Of this Cassion may
+not have heard, as he entered the room later. I intended to proceed on
+that theory, and win his confidence, if possible. There is a long,
+tiresome journey before us, and much may be accomplished before we
+return."
+
+Chevet stood silent, his slow mind struggling with the possibilities
+of my plan. I could realize the amazement with which he comprehended
+this cool proposition. He, who had considered me a thoughtless girl,
+incapable of serious planning, was suddenly forced to realize that a
+woman confronted him, with a will and mind of her own. It was almost a
+miracle, and he failed to entirely grasp the change which had occurred
+in my character. He stared at me with dull eyes, like those of an ox,
+his lips parted as he sought expression.
+
+"You--you will try, as his wife, to win confession?" he asked finally,
+grasping vaguely the one thought occurring to him.
+
+"No; there is a better way. I despise the man; I cannot bear that he
+touch me. More than that, if I read him aright, once I yield and
+confess myself his property, he will lose all interest in my
+possession. He is a lady killer; 'tis his boast. The man has never
+been in love with me; it was not love, but a desire to possess my
+fortune, which led to his proposal of marriage. Now I shall make him
+love me."
+
+"You! _Mon Dieu!_ how?"
+
+"By refusing him, tantalizing him, arousing a desire which I will
+not gratify. Already his thought of me has changed. Last night in
+Quebec he was surprised, and aroused to new interest in me as a
+woman. He considered me before as a helpless girl, with no will, no
+character--the sort with which he had had his way all through life.
+He thought I would fall in his arms, and confess him master. The
+words I spoke to La Barre shocked and startled him out of his self
+complacency. Nor was that all--even before then he had begun to
+suspicion my relations with Sieur de Artigny.
+
+"It was at his suggestion, you say, that you sent that young man your
+message of warning to keep away from me. Good! the poison is already
+working, and I mean it shall. Two hours ago, when we landed here, the
+two men were on verge of quarrel, and blows would have been struck but
+that I intervened. He is finding me not so easy to control, and later
+still the mighty Commissaire met with a rebuff which rankles."
+
+I laughed at the remembrance, satisfied now as I placed the situation
+in words, that my plans were working well. Chevet stood silent, his
+mouth agape, struggling to follow my swift speech.
+
+"Do you see now what I mean to do?" I asked gravely. "We shall be
+alone in the wilderness for months to come. I will be the one woman;
+perchance the only white woman into whose face he will look until we
+return to Quebec. I am not vain, yet I am not altogether ill to look
+upon, nor shall I permit the hardships of this journey to affect my
+attractiveness. I shall fight him with his own weapons, and win. He
+will beg, and threaten me, and I shall laugh. He will love me, and I
+shall mock. There will be jealousy between him and De Artigny, and to
+win my favor he will confess all that he knows. Tonight he sulks
+somewhere yonder, already beginning to doubt his power to control
+me."
+
+"You have quarreled?"
+
+"No--only that I asserted independence. He would have entered this
+tent as my husband, and I forbade his doing so. He stormed and
+threatened, but dare not venture further. He knows me now as other
+than a weak girl, but my next lesson must be a more severe one. 'Tis
+partly to prepare that I sent for you; I ask the loan of a pistol--the
+smaller one, to be concealed in my dress."
+
+"You would kill the man?"
+
+"Pooh! small danger of that. You may draw the charge if you will. For
+him to know that I possess the weapon will protect me. You do not
+grasp my plan?"
+
+He shook his head gloomily, as though it was all a deep puzzle to his
+mind, yet his great hand held forth the pistol, the short barrel of
+which gleamed wickedly in the fire glow, as I thrust it out of sight.
+
+"'Tis not the way I front enemies," he growled stubbornly, "and I make
+little of it. _Mon Dieu!_ I make them talk with these hands."
+
+"But my weapons are those of a woman," I explained, "and I will learn
+more than you would with your brute strength. All I ask of you now,
+Uncle Chevet, is that you keep on friendly terms with Monsieur
+Cassion, yet repeat nothing to him of what I have said, and gain me
+opportunity for speech alone with Sieur de Artigny."
+
+"Ah! perhaps I perceive--you love the young man?"
+
+I grasped his sleeve in my fingers, determined to make this point at
+least clear to his understanding. His blunt words had set my pulses
+throbbing, yet it was resentment, indignation, I felt in strongest
+measure.
+
+"Mother of God, no! I have spoken with him but three times since we
+were children. He is merely a friend to be trusted, and he must be
+made to know my purpose. It will be joy to him to thus affront
+Cassion, for there is no love lost between them. You understand now?"
+
+He growled something indistinctly in his beard, which I interpreted as
+assent, but I watched his great form disappear in the direction of the
+fire, my own mind far from satisfied; the man was so lacking in brains
+as to be a poor ally, and so obstinate of nature as to make it
+doubtful if he would long conform to my leadership. Still it was
+surely better to confide in him to the extent I had than permit him to
+rage about blindly, and in open hostility to Cassion.
+
+I seated myself just within the tent, my eyes on the scene as revealed
+in the fire-glow, and reflected again over the details of my hastily
+born plan. The possibility of the Commissaire's return did not greatly
+trouble me, my confidence fortified by the pistol concealed in my
+waist. No doubt he was already asleep yonder in the shadows, but this
+night was only the beginning. The opposition he had met would prove a
+spur to endeavor, and the desire to win me a stronger incentive than
+ever. He may have been indifferent, careless before--deeming me easy
+prey--but from now on I meant to lead him a merry chase.
+
+I cannot recall any feeling of regret, any conception of evil, as my
+mind settled upon this course of action. There was no reason why I
+should spare him. He had deliberately lied, and deceived me. His
+marriage to me was an act of treachery; the only intent to rob me of
+my just inheritance. There seemed to me no other way left in which I
+could hope to overcome his power. I was a woman, and must fight with
+the weapons of my sex; mine was the strength of the weak.
+
+How dark and still it was, for the fires had died down into beds of
+red ash, and only the stars glimmered along the surface of the river.
+The only movement I could perceive was the dim outline of a man's
+figure moving about near the canoes--a watchman on guard, but whether
+red or white I could not determine. It was already late, well into the
+night, and the forest about us was black and still. Slowly my head
+sank to the blanket, and I slept.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+WE ATTAIN THE OTTAWA
+
+
+It was not yet dawn when the stir in the camp aroused me, and the sun
+had not risen above the bluffs, or begun to tinge the river, when our
+laden canoes left the bank and commenced their day's journey up
+stream. De Artigny was off in advance, departing indeed before I had
+left the tent, the chief seated beside him. I caught but a glimpse of
+them as the canoe rounded the bend in the bank, and slipped silently
+away through the lingering shadows, yet it gladdened me to know his
+eyes were turned toward my tent until they vanished.
+
+Cassion approached me with excessive politeness, waiting until the
+last moment, and escorting me to the shore. It made me smile to
+observe his pretense at gallantry, yet I accepted his assistance down
+the bank with all possible graciousness, speaking to him so pleasantly
+as to bring a look of surprise to his face. 'Twas plain to be seen
+that my conduct puzzled him, for although he sought to appear at ease,
+his words faltered sadly. He, who had so long considered himself as
+past master of the art of love-making had most unexpectedly
+encountered a character which he could not comprehend.
+
+However, that his purpose was in no way changed was made evident as we
+took our places in the canoes. A new distribution had been arranged,
+Chevet accompanying the sergeant, leaving the Commissaire and me
+alone, except for the _père_, who had position in the bow. I observed
+this new arrangement from underneath lowered lashes, but without
+comment, quietly taking the place assigned me, and shading my face
+from the first rays of the sun.
+
+The day which followed was but one of many we were destined to pass in
+the canoes. I have small recollection of it, except the weariness of
+my cramped position, and Cassion's efforts to entertain. Our course
+kept us close to the north shore, the high banks cutting off all view
+in that direction, while in the other there was nothing to see but an
+expanse of water.
+
+Except for a single canoe, laden with furs, and propelled by Indian
+paddlers, bound for Quebec and a market, we encountered no travelers.
+These swept past us swiftly in grip of the current, gesticulating, and
+exchanging salutations, and were soon out of sight. Our own boats
+scattered, as no danger held us together, and there were hours when we
+failed to have even a glimpse of their presence.
+
+At noon we landed in a sheltered cove, brilliant with wild flowers,
+and partook of food, the rearward canoes joining us, but De Artigny
+was still ahead, perhaps under orders to keep away. To escape Cassion,
+I clambered up the front of the cliff, and had view from the summit,
+marking the sweep of the river for many a league, a scene of wild
+beauty never to be forgotten. I lingered there at the edge until the
+voice of the Commissaire recalled me to my place in the canoe.
+
+It is of no consequence now what we conversed about during that long
+afternoon, as we pushed steadily on against the current. Cassion
+endeavored to be entertaining and I made every effort to encourage
+him, although my secret thoughts were not pleasant ones. Where was all
+this to lead? Where was to be the end? There was an expression in the
+man's face, a glow in his eyes, which troubled me. Already some
+instinct told me that his carelessness was a thing of the past. He was
+in earnest now, his vague desire stimulated by my antagonism.
+
+He had set out to overcome my scruples, to conquer my will, and was
+merely biding his time, seeking to learn the best point of attack. It
+was with this end in view that he kept me to himself, banishing
+Chevet, and compelling De Artigny to remain well in advance. He was
+testing me now by his tales of Quebec, his boasting of friendship with
+the Governor, his stories of army adventure, and the wealth he
+expected to amass through his official connections. Yet the very tone
+he assumed, the conceit shown in his narratives, only served to add to
+my dislike. This creature was my husband, yet I shrank from him, and
+once, when he dared to touch my hand, I drew it away as though it were
+contamination. It was then that hot anger leaped into his eyes, and
+his true nature found expression before he could restrain the words:
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ What do you mean, you chit?"
+
+"Only that I am not won by a few soft words, Monsieur," I answered
+coldly.
+
+"But you are my wife; 'twill be well for you to remember that."
+
+"Nor am I likely to forget, yet because a priest has mumbled words
+over us does not make me love you."
+
+"_Sacre!_" he burst forth, yet careful to keep his voice pitched to my
+ears alone, "you think me a plaything, but you shall learn yet that I
+have claws. Bah! do you imagine I fear the coxcomb ahead?"
+
+"To whom do you refer, Monsieur?"
+
+"Such innocence! to that boot-licker of La Salle's to whom you give
+your smiles, and pretty words."
+
+"Rene de Artigny!" I exclaimed pleasantly, and then laughed. "Why how
+ridiculous you are, Monsieur. Better be jealous of Père Allouez
+yonder, for of him I see far the most. Why do you pick out De Artigny
+on whom to vent your anger?"
+
+"I like not the way he eyes you, nor your secret meetings with him in
+Quebec."
+
+"If he even sees me I know it not, and as for secret meetings, knew
+you not that Sister Celeste was with me while we talked."
+
+"Not in the Governor's palace."
+
+"You accuse me of that then," indignantly. "Because I am your wife,
+you can insult, yet it was your hand that drew aside the curtain, and
+found me alone. Do you hope to gain my respect by such base charges as
+that, Monsieur?"
+
+"Do you deny that he had been with you?"
+
+"I? Do I deny! It is not worthy my while. Why should I? We were not
+married then, nor like to be to my knowledge. Why, then, if I wished,
+was it not my privilege to speak with the Sieur de Artigny? I have
+found him a very pleasant, and polite young man."
+
+"A pauper, his only fortune the sword at his side."
+
+"Ah, I knew not even that he possessed one. Yet of what interest can
+all this be to me, Monsieur, now that I am married to you?"
+
+That my words brought him no comfort was plain enough to be seen, yet
+I doubt if it ever occurred to his mind that I simply made sport, and
+sought to anger him. It was on his mind to say more, yet he choked the
+words back, and sat there in moody silence, scarce glancing at me
+again during the long afternoon. But when we finally made landing for
+the night, it was plain to be seen that his vigilance was in no wise
+relaxed, for, although he avoided me himself, the watchful Jesuit was
+ever at my side, no doubt in obedience to his orders. This second
+camp, as I recall, was on the shore of Lake St. Peter, in a noble
+grove, the broad stretch of waters before us silvered by the sinking
+sun. My tent was pitched on a high knoll, and the scene outspread
+beneath was one of marvelous beauty. Even the austere père was moved
+to admiration, as he pointed here and there, and conversed with me in
+his soft voice. Cassion kept to the men along the bank below, while
+Chevet lay motionless beside a fire, smoking steadily.
+
+I had no glimpse of De Artigny, although my eyes sought him among the
+others. The chief, Altudah, glided out from among the trees as it grew
+dusk, made some report, and as quickly disappeared again, leaving me
+to believe the advance party had made camp beyond the curve of the
+shore. The priest lingered, and we had our meal together, although it
+was not altogether to my liking. Once he endeavored to talk with me on
+the sacredness of marriage, the duty of a wife's obedience to her
+husband, the stock phrases rolling glibly from his tongue, but my
+answers gave him small comfort. That he had been so instructed by
+Cassion was in my mind, and he was sufficiently adroit to avoid
+antagonizing me by pressing the matter. As we were eating, a party of
+fur traders, bound east, came ashore in a small fleet of canoes, and
+joined the men below, building their fires slightly up stream. At last
+Père Allouez left me alone, and descended to them, eager to learn the
+news from Montreal. Yet, although seemingly I was now left alone, I
+had no thought of adventuring in the darkness, as I felt convinced the
+watchful priest would never have deserted my side had he not known
+that other eyes were keeping vigil.
+
+From that moment I never felt myself alone or unobserved. Cassion in
+person did not make himself obnoxious, except that I was always seated
+beside him in the boat, subject to his conversation, and attentions.
+Ever I had the feeling the man was testing me, and venturing how far
+he dared to go. Not for a moment did I dare to lower my guard in his
+presence, and this constant strain of watchfulness left me nervous,
+and bitter of speech.
+
+In every respect I was a prisoner, and made to realize my helplessness.
+I know not what Cassion suspected, what scraps of information he may
+have gained from Chevet, but he watched me like a hawk. Never, I am
+sure, was I free of surveillance--in the boat under his own eye; ashore
+accompanied everywhere by Père Allouez, except as I slept, and then
+even some unknown sentry kept watch of the tent in which I rested.
+However it was managed I know not, but my uncle never approached me
+alone, and only twice did I gain glimpse of Sieur de Artigny--once, when
+his canoe returned to warn us of dangerous water ahead, and once when
+he awaited us beside the landing at Montreal. Yet even these occasions
+yielded me new courage, for, as our eyes met I knew he was still my
+friend, waiting, as I was, the opportunity for a better understanding.
+This knowledge brought tears of gratitude to my eyes, and a thrill of
+hope to my heart. I was no longer utterly alone.
+
+We were three days at Montreal, the men busily engaged in adding to
+their store of provisions. I had scarcely a glimpse of the town, as I
+was given lodging in the convent close to the river bank, and the
+_père_ was my constant companion during hours of daylight. I doubt if
+he enjoyed the task any more than I, but he proved faithful to his
+master, and I could never venture to move without his black robe at my
+side.
+
+Nor did I seek to avoid him, for my mind grasped the fact already that
+my only hope of final liberty lay in causing Cassion to believe I had
+quietly yielded to fate. Surely as we plunged deeper into the
+wilderness his suspicions would vanish, and his grim surveillance
+relax. I must patiently abide my time. So I sat with the sisters
+within the dull, gray walls, seemingly unconscious of the _père's_
+eyes stealthily watching my every motion, as he pretended other
+employment.
+
+Cassion came twice, more to assure himself that I was safely held than
+for any other purpose, yet it pleased me to see his eyes follow my
+movements, and to realize the man had deeper interest in me than
+formerly. Chevet, no doubt, spent his time in the wine shops; at least
+I never either saw, or heard of him. Indeed I asked nothing as to his
+whereabouts, as I had decided already his assistance would be of no
+value.
+
+We departed at dawn, and the sun was scarce an hour high when the
+prows of our canoes turned into the Ottawa. Now we were indeed in the
+wilderness, fronting the vast unknown country of the West, with every
+league of travel leaving behind all trace of civilization. There was
+nothing before us save a few scattered missions, presided over by
+ragged priests, and an occasional fur trader's station, the
+headquarters of wandering _couriers du bois_. On every side were the
+vast prairies, and stormy lakes, roamed over by savage men and beasts
+through whom we must make our way in hardship, danger, and toil.
+
+Cassion spread out his rude map in the bottom of the canoe, and I had
+him point out the route we were to follow. It was a long, weary way he
+indicated, and, for the moment, my heart almost failed me, as we
+traced together the distance outlined, and pictured in imagination the
+many obstacles between us and our goal. Had I known the truth, all
+those leagues were destined to disclose of hardship and peril, I doubt
+my courage to have fronted them. But I did not know, nor could I
+perceive a way of escape. So I crushed back the tears dimming my eyes,
+smiled into his face, as he rolled up the map, and pretended to care
+not at all.
+
+When night came we were in the black woods, the silence about us
+almost unearthly, broken only by the dash of water over the rocks
+below where we were camped, promising a difficult portage on the
+morrow. Alone, oppressed by the silence, feeling my helplessness as
+perhaps I never had before, and the dread loneliness of the vast
+wilderness in which I lay, I tossed on my bed for hours, ere sheer
+exhaustion conquered, and I slept.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+I GAIN SPEECH WITH DE ARTIGNY
+
+
+Our progress up the Ottawa was so slow, so toilsome, the days such a
+routine of labor and hardship, the scenes along the shore so similar,
+that I lost all conception of time. Except for the Jesuit I had
+scarcely a companion, and there were days, I am sure, when we did not
+so much as exchange a word.
+
+The men had no rest from labor, even Cassion changing from boat to
+boat as necessity arose, urging them to renewed efforts. The water was
+low, the rapids more than usually dangerous, so that we were compelled
+to portage more often than usual. Once the leading canoe ventured to
+shoot a rapid not considered perilous, and had a great hole torn in
+its prow by a sharp rock. The men got ashore, saving the wreck, but
+lost their store of provisions, and we were a day there making the
+damaged canoe again serviceable.
+
+This delay gave me my only glimpse of De Artigny, still dripping from
+his involuntary bath, and so busily engaged at repairs, as to be
+scarcely conscious of my presence on the bank above him. Yet I can
+hardly say that, for once he glanced up, and our eyes met, and
+possibly he would have joined me, but for the sudden appearance of
+Cassion, who swore at the delay, and ordered me back to where the tent
+had been hastily erected. I noticed De Artigny straighten up, angered
+that Cassion dared speak to me so harshly, but I had no wish then to
+precipitate an open quarrel between the two men, and so departed
+quickly. Later, Father Allouez told me that in the overturning of the
+canoe the young Sieur had saved the life of the Algonquin Chief,
+bringing him ashore unconscious, helpless from a broken shoulder.
+
+This accident to Altudah led to the transferring of the injured Indian
+to our canoe, and caused Cassion to join De Artigny in advance. This
+change relieved me of the constant presence of the Commissaire, who
+wearied me with his ceaseless efforts to entertain, but rendered more
+difficult than ever my desire to speak privately with the younger man.
+The _père_ evidently had commands to keep me ever in view, for he
+clung to me like a shadow, and scarcely for a moment did I feel myself
+alone, or unwatched.
+
+It was five days later, and in the heart of all that was desolate and
+drear, when this long sought opportunity came in most unexpected
+fashion. We had made camp early, because of rough water ahead, the
+passage of which it was not deemed best to attempt without careful
+exploration. So, while the three heavily laden canoes drew up against
+the bank, and prepared to spend the night, the leading canoe was
+stripped, and sent forward, manned only with the most expert of the
+Indian paddlers to make sure the perils of the current. From the low
+bank to which I had climbed I watched the preparations for the dash
+through those madly churning waters above. Cassion was issuing his
+orders loudly, but exhibited no inclination to accompany the party,
+and suddenly the frail craft shot out from the shore, with De Artigny
+at the steering paddle, and every Indian braced for his task, and
+headed boldly into the smother. They vanished as though swallowed by
+the mist, Cassion, and a half dozen soldiers racing along the shore
+line in an effort to keep abreast of the laboring craft.
+
+It was a wild, desolate spot in which we were, a mere rift in the
+bluffs, which seemed to overhang us, covered with a heavy growth of
+forest. The sun was still an hour high, although it was twilight
+already beside the river, when Cassion, and his men came straggling
+back, to report that the canoe had made safe passage, and, taking
+advantage of his good humor, I proposed a climb up an opening of the
+bluff, down which led a deer trail plainly discernible.
+
+"Not I," he said, casting a glance upward. "The run over the rocks
+will do me for exercise tonight."
+
+"Then will I assay it alone," I replied, not displeased at his
+refusal. "I am cramped from sitting in the canoe so long."
+
+"'Twill be a hard climb, and they tell me the _père_ has strained a
+tendon of his leg coming ashore."
+
+"And what of that!" I burst forth, giving vent to my indignation. "Am
+I a ten-year-old to be guarded every step I take? 'Tis not far to the
+summit, and no danger. You can see yourself the trail is not steep.
+Faith! I will go now, just to show that I am at liberty."
+
+He laughed, an unpleasant sound to it, yet made no effort to halt me.
+'Tis probable he felt safe enough with De Artigny camped above the
+rapids, and he had learned already that my temper might become
+dangerous. Yet he stood and watched while I was half-way up before
+turning away, satisfied no doubt that I would make it safely. It was
+like a draught of wine to me to be alone again; I cannot describe the
+sense of freedom, and relief I felt when a spur of the cliff shut out
+all view of the scene below.
+
+The rude path I followed was narrow, but not steep enough to prove
+wearisome, and, as it led up through a crevice in the earth, finally
+emerged at the top of the bluff at a considerable distance above the
+camp I had left. Thick woods covered the crest, although there were
+open plains beyond, and I was obliged to advance to the very edge in
+order to gain glimpse of the river.
+
+Once there, however, with footing secure on a flat rock, the scene
+outspread was one of wild and fascinating beauty. Directly below me
+were the rapids, rock strewn, the white spray leaping high in air, the
+swift, green water swirling past in tremendous volume. It scarcely
+seemed as though boats could live in that smother, or find passage
+between those jutting rocks, yet as I gazed more closely, I could
+trace the channel close in against the opposite shore, and note where
+the swift current bore back across the river.
+
+Leaning far out, grasping a branch to keep from falling, I distinguished
+the canoe at the upper landing, and the Indians busily preparing
+camp. At first I saw nothing of any white man, but was gazing still
+when De Artigny emerged from some shadow, and stepped down beside the
+boat. I know not what instinct prompted him to turn and look up
+intently at the bluff towering above. I scarcely comprehended either
+what swift impulse led me to undo the neckerchief at my throat, and
+hold it forth in signal. An instant he stared upward, shading his
+eyes with one hand.
+
+I must have seemed a vision clinging there against the sky, yet all at
+once the truth burst upon him, and, with a wave of the arm, he sprang
+up the low bank, and joined his Indians. I could not hear what he
+said, but with a single word he left them, and disappeared among the
+trees at the foot of the bluff.
+
+I drew back, almost frightened, half inclined to flee before he could
+attain the summit. What could I say? How could I meet him? What if
+Cassion had followed me up the path, or had despatched one of his men
+to spy upon my movements? Ever since leaving Quebec my one hope had
+been this interview with De Artigny, yet now that it was imminent I
+shrank from it, in actual confusion, my heart fluttering, my mind
+blank, yet I was not a coward, and did not run, but waited, feeling my
+limbs tremble under me, and listening for the first sound of his
+approach.
+
+He must have scrambled straight up the steep face of the bluff, for it
+could have been scarcely more than a minute, when I heard him
+crunching a passage through the bushes, and then saw him emerge above
+the edge. Clinging to a tree limb, his eyes sought eagerly to locate
+me, and when I stepped forward, he sprang erect, and bowed, jerking
+his hat from his head. There was about his action the enthusiasm of a
+boy, and his face glowed with an eagerness and delight which instantly
+broke down every barrier between us.
+
+"You waved to me?" he exclaimed. "You wished me to come?"
+
+"Yes," I confessed, swept from my guard by his enthusiasm. "I have
+been anxious to confer with you, and this is my first opportunity."
+
+"Why I thought you avoided me," he burst forth. "It is because I felt
+so that I have kept away."
+
+"There was nothing else I could do but pretend," I exclaimed, gaining
+control over my voice as I spoke. "My every movement has been watched
+since we left Quebec; this is the first moment I have been left
+alone--if, indeed, I am now." And I glanced about doubtfully into the
+shadows of the forest.
+
+"You imagine you may have been followed here? By whom? Cassion?"
+
+"By himself, or some emissary. Père Allouez has been my jailor, but
+chances to be disabled at present. The Commissaire permitted me to
+climb here alone, believing you to be safely camped above the rapids,
+yet his suspicions may easily revive."
+
+"His suspicions!" the Sieur laughed softly. "So that then is the
+trouble? It is to keep us apart that he bids me make separate camp
+each night; and assigns me to every post of peril. I feel the honor,
+Mademoiselle, yet why am I especially singled out for so great a
+distinction?"
+
+"He suspects us of being friends. He knew I conferred with you at the
+convent, and even believes that you were with me hidden behind the
+curtain in the Governor's office."
+
+"Yet if all that be true," he questioned, his voice evidencing his
+surprise. "Why should our friendship arouse his antagonism to such an
+extent? I cannot understand what crime I have committed, Mademoiselle.
+It is all mystery, even why you should be here with us on this long
+journey? Surely you had no such thought when we parted last?"
+
+"You do not know what has occurred?" I asked, in astonishment. "No one
+has told you?"
+
+"Told me! How? I have scarcely held speech with anyone but the
+Algonquin chief since we took to the water. Cassion has but given
+orders, and Chevet is mum as an oyster. I endeavored to find you in
+Montreal, but you were safely locked behind gray walls. That something
+was wrong I felt convinced, yet what it might be no one would tell me.
+I tried questioning the _père_, but he only shook his head, and left
+me unanswered. Tell me then, Mademoiselle, by what right does this
+Cassion hold you as a captive?"
+
+My lips trembled, and my eyes fell, yet I must answer.
+
+"He is my husband, Monsieur."
+
+I caught glimpse of his face, picturing surprise, incredulity. He drew
+a sharp breath, and I noted his hand close tightly on the hilt of his
+knife.
+
+"Your husband! that cur! Surely you do not jest?"
+
+"Would that I did," I exclaimed, losing all control in sudden wave of
+anger. "No, Monsieur, it is true; but listen. I supposed you knew;
+that you had been told. It is hard for me to explain, yet I must make
+it all plain for you to understand. I do not love the man, his very
+presence maddens me, nor has the creature dared as yet to lay hand on
+my person. See; I carry this," and I drew the pistol from my dress,
+and held it in my hand. "Chevet loaned it me, and Cassion knows I
+would kill him if he ventured insult. Yet that serves me little, for
+my opposition only renders the man more determined. At Quebec I was
+but a plaything, but now he holds me worth the winning."
+
+"But why did you marry him, then?"
+
+"I am coming to that, Monsieur. You overheard what was said in La
+Barre's office about--about my father's property?"
+
+"Ay! although it was not all clear to me. Captain la Chesnayne had
+lost his estates, confiscated by the Crown; yet before his death these
+had been restored to him by the King."
+
+"Yes, but the report of the restoration had never been made to his
+rightful heirs. The papers had been held back and concealed, while
+those in authority planned how to retain possession. Cassion was
+chosen as an instrument, and sought my hand in marriage."
+
+De Artigny smothered an oath, his eyes darkening with anger.
+
+"It was to further this scheme that he induced Chevet to announce our
+engagement, and drive me to consent. Once my husband the fortune was
+securely in his hands--indeed, I need never know its existence; nor
+would Chevet suspicion the trick. Yet, as I see it now, La Barre had
+no great faith in the man he had chosen, and thought best to test him
+first by this journey to St. Louis. If he proved himself, then on his
+return, he was to have the reward of official position and wealth. I
+was but a pawn in the game, a plaything for their pleasure."
+
+My voice broke, and I could scarcely see through the tears in my eyes,
+but I felt his strong hand close over mine, the warm pressure an
+unspoken pledge.
+
+"The dogs! and then what happened?"
+
+"You know, already. I was discovered behind the curtain, when you
+escaped through the open window. They were not certain I was not alone
+there, as I claimed, but compelled me to confess what I had overheard.
+La Barre was quick to grasp the danger of discovery, and the only
+method by which my lips could be closed. By threat he compelled me to
+marry Francois Cassion, and accompany him on this journey into the
+wilderness."
+
+"The ceremony was performed by a priest?"
+
+"By Père le Guard, the Governor's chaplain."
+
+"And Hugo Chevet, your uncle? Did he remain silent? make no protest?"
+
+I gave a gesture of despair.
+
+"He! Never did he even conceive what occurred, until I told him later
+on the river. Even now I doubt if his sluggish brain has grasped the
+truth. To him the alliance was an honor, an opening to possible wealth
+in the fur trade through Cassion's influence with La Barre. He could
+perceive nothing else except his good luck in thus ridding himself of
+the care of a poor niece who had been a sorry burden."
+
+"But you explained to him?"
+
+"I tried to, but only to regret the effort. Giant as he is physically,
+his intellect is that of a big boy. All he can conceive of is
+revenge--a desire to crush with his hands. He hates Cassion, because
+the man has robbed him of the use of my father's money; but for my
+position he cares nothing. To his mind the wrong has all been done to
+him, and I fear he will brood over it until he seeks revenge. If he
+does he will ruin everything."
+
+De Artigny stood silent, evidently in thought, endeavoring to grasp
+the threads of my tale.
+
+"How did you attain the summit of this bluff?" he questioned at last.
+
+"Yonder; there is a deer trail leading down."
+
+"And you fear Cassion may follow?"
+
+"He will likely become suspicious if I am long absent, and either seek
+me himself, or send one of his men. This is the first moment of
+freedom I have experienced since we left Quebec. I hardly know how to
+behave myself."
+
+"And we must guard it from being the last," he exclaimed, a note of
+determination, and leadership in his voice. "There are questions I
+must ask, so that we may work together in harmony, but Cassion can
+never be allowed to suspect that we have communication. Let us go
+forward to the end of the trail where you came up; from there we can
+keep watch below."
+
+He still grasped my hand, and I had no thought of withdrawing it. To
+me he was a friend, loyal, trustworthy, the one alone to whom I could
+confide. Together we clambered over the rough rocks to where the
+narrow cleft led downward.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+ON THE SUMMIT OF THE BLUFF
+
+
+Securely screened from observation by the low growing bushes clinging
+to the edge of the bluff, and yet with a clear view of the cleft in
+the rocks half way to the river, De Artigny found me a seat on a
+hummock of grass, but remained standing himself. The sun was sinking
+low, warning us that our time was short, for with the first coming of
+twilight I would certainly be sought, if I failed to return to the
+lower camp.
+
+For a moment he did not break the silence, and I glanced up, wondering
+why he should hesitate. His face was grave, no longer appearing, as
+was its wont, young and careless, but marked by thought and
+perplexity. Something strong and earnest in the character of the man,
+brought forth by this emergency, seemed to stamp itself on his
+features. If I had ever before imagined him to be a mere reckless
+youth, with that moment such conception vanished, and I knew I was to
+rely on the experience of a man--a man trained in a rough wilderness
+school, yet with mind and heart fitted to meet any emergency. The
+knowledge brought me boldness.
+
+"You would question me, Monsieur," I asked doubtfully. "It was for
+that you led me here?"
+
+"Yes," instantly aroused by my voice, but with eyes still scanning the
+trail. "And there is no time to waste, if I am to do my part
+intelligently. You must return below before the sun disappears, or
+Monsieur Cassion might suspect you had lost your way. You have sought
+me for assistance, counsel perhaps, but this state of affairs has so
+taken me by surprise that I do not think clearly. You have a plan?"
+
+"Scarcely that, Monsieur. I would ascertain the truth, and my only
+means of doing so is through a confession by Francois Cassion."
+
+"And he is too cold-blooded a villain to ever acknowledge guilt. To my
+mind the methods of Chevet would be most likely to bring result."
+
+"But not to mine, Monsieur," I interrupted earnestly. "The man is not
+so cold-blooded as you imagine. Arrogant he is, and conceited, deeming
+himself admired, and envied by all, especially my sex. He has even
+dared boast to me of his victims. But therein lies his very weakness;
+I would make him love me."
+
+He turned now, and looked searchingly into my face, no glimpse of a
+smile in the gray eyes.
+
+"Pardon; I do not understand," he said gravely. "You seek his love?"
+
+I felt his manner a rebuke, a questioning of my honesty, and swift
+indignation brought the answering words to my lips.
+
+"And why not pray! Must I not defend myself--and what other weapons
+are at hand? Do I owe him kindness; or tender consideration? The man
+married me as he would buy a slave."
+
+"You may be justified," he admitted regretfully. "Yet how is this to
+be done?"
+
+I arose to my feet, and stood before him, my face uplifted, and, with
+one hand, thrust aside the shade of my hat.
+
+"Monsieur, deem you that impossible?"
+
+His lips parted in a quick smile, revealing the white teeth, and he
+bowed low, flinging his hat to the ground, and standing bareheaded.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! No! Monsieur Cassion is to be congratulated. Yet it was
+my thought you said yonder that you despised the man."
+
+"I do; what reason have I to feel otherwise? Yet there lies my
+strength in this battle. He laughs at women, plays with them, breaks
+their hearts. It is his pride and boast, and his success in the past
+has ministered to his self conceit. He thought me of the same kind,
+but has already had his lesson. Do you not know what that means to a
+man like him? More than ever he will desire my favor. A week back, he
+cared nothing; I was but a plaything, awaiting his pleasure; his wife
+to be treated as he pleased. He knows better now, and already his eyes
+follow me as though he were my dog."
+
+"And that then is why you send for me--that I may play my part in the
+game?"
+
+I shrugged my shoulders, yet there was doubt in my eyes as I faced
+him.
+
+"Is there harm in such play, Monsieur," I asked innocently, "with so
+important an end in view? 'Tis not that I seek amusement, but I must
+find out where this King's pardon is hidden, who concealed it, and
+obtain proof of the fraud which compelled my marriage. My only hope of
+release lies in compelling Francois Cassion to confess all he knows of
+this foul conspiracy. I must possess the facts before we return to
+Quebec."
+
+"But of what use?" he insisted. "You will still remain his wife, and
+your property will be in his control. The church will hold you to the
+marriage contract."
+
+"Not if I can establish the truth that I was deceived, defrauded, and
+married by force. Once I have the proofs in my hands, I will appeal to
+Louis--to the Pope for relief. These men thought me a helpless girl,
+friendless and alone, ignorant of law, a mere waif of the frontier.
+Perhaps I was, but this experience has made of me a woman. In Montreal
+I talked with the Mother Superior, and she told me of a marriage in
+France where the _père_ officiated under threat, and the Pope
+dissolved the ties. If it can be done for others, it shall be done for
+me. I will not remain the wife of Francois Cassion."
+
+"Yet you would make him love you?"
+
+"In punishment for his sins; in payment for those he has ruined. Ay!
+'tis a duty I shall not shrink from, Monsieur de Artigny, even
+although you may deem it unwomanly. I do not mean it so, nor hold
+myself immodest for the effort. Why should I? I but war against him
+with his own weapons, and my cause is just. And I shall win, whether
+or not you give me your aid. How can I fail, Monsieur? I am young, and
+not ill to look upon; this you have already confessed; here in this
+wilderness I am alone, the only woman. He holds me his wife by law,
+and yet knows he must still win me. There are months of loneliness
+before us, and he will not look upon the face of another white woman
+in all those leagues. Are there any French of my sex at Fort St.
+Louis?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Nor at St. Ignace, Père Allouez assures me. I shall have no rival
+then in all this wilderness; you think me harmless, Monsieur? Look at
+me, and say!"
+
+"I do not need to look; you will have your game, I have no doubt,
+although the final result may not prove what you desire."
+
+"You fear the end?"
+
+"It may be so; you play with fire, and although I know little of
+women, yet I have felt the wild passions of men in lands where there
+is no restraint of law. The wilderness sees many tragedies--fierce,
+bitter, revengeful deeds--and 'tis best you use care. 'Tis my belief
+this Francois Cassion might prove a devil, once his heart was tricked.
+Have you thought of this?"
+
+I had thought of it, but with no mercy in my heart, yet as De Artigny
+spoke I felt the ugliness of my threat more acutely, and, for an
+instant, stood before him white-lipped, and ashamed. Then before me
+arose Cassion's face, sarcastic, supercilious, hateful, and I laughed
+in scorn of the warning.
+
+"Thought of it!" I exclaimed, "yes, but for that I care nothing. Why
+should I, Monsieur? Has the man shown mercy to me, that I should feel
+regret because he suffers? As to his revenge, death is not more to be
+dreaded than a lifetime passed in his presence. But why do you make
+plea on his behalf--the man is surely no friend of yours?"
+
+"I make no plea for him," he answered, strangely sober, "and claim no
+friendship. Any enemy to La Salle is an enemy to Rene de Artigny; but
+I would front him as a man should. It is not my nature to do a deed of
+treachery."
+
+"You hold this treachery?"
+
+"What else? You propose luring him to love you, that you may gain
+confession from his lips. To attain this end you barter your honesty,
+your womanhood; you take advantage of your beauty to enslave him; you
+count as ally the loneliness of the wilderness; ay! and, if I
+understand aright, you hope through me to awaken the man's jealousy.
+Is this not true?"
+
+I drew a quick breath, my eyes staring into his face, and my limbs
+trembling. His words cut me like a knife, yet I would not yield, would
+not even acknowledge their truth.
+
+"You are unjust, unfair," I burst forth impetuously. "You will see but
+the one side--that of the man. I cannot fight this battle with my
+hands, nor will I submit to such wrong without struggle. He has never
+thought to spare me, and there is no reason why I should show him
+mercy. I wish your good will, Monsieur, your respect, but I cannot
+hold this plan which I propose as evil. Do you?"
+
+He hesitated, looking at me with such perplexity in his eyes as to
+prove his doubt.
+
+"I cannot judge you," he admitted at last, "only that is not the way
+in which I have been trained. Neither will I stand between you and
+your revenge, nor have part in it. I am your friend--now, always. In
+every honorable way I will serve you, and your cause. If Cassion dares
+violence, or insult he must reckon with me, though I faced his whole
+company. I pledge you this, but I will not play a part, or act a lie
+even at your request."
+
+"You mean you will not pretend to care for me?" I asked, my heart
+leaden at his words.
+
+"There would be no pretense," he answered frankly. "I do care for you,
+but I will not dishonor my thought of you by thus deliberately
+scheming to outwit your husband. I am a man of the woods, the
+wilderness; not since I was a boy have I dwelt in civilization, but in
+all that time I have been companion of men to whom honor was
+everything. I have been comrade with Sieur de la Salle, with Henri de
+Tonty, and cannot be guilty of an act of treachery even for your sake.
+Perchance my code is not the same as the perfumed gallants of
+Quebec--yet it is mine, and learned in a hard school."
+
+He went on quietly, "there are two things I cannot ignore--one is,
+that I am an employee of this Francois Cassion, pledged to his service
+by my own free will; the other is, that you are his wife, joined to
+him by Holy Church, and although you may have assumed those vows under
+coercion, your promise is binding. I can but choose my path of duty,
+and abide therein."
+
+His words hurt, angered me; I lacked power of expression, ability to
+grasp his full meaning and purpose.
+
+"You--you desert me then? You--you leave me to this fate?"
+
+"I leave you to reconsider your choice of action," he returned
+gravely, his hat still in hand, his lips unsmiling. "I do believe your
+womanhood will find a better way to achieve its liberty, but what that
+way is I must trust you to discover. I am your friend, Adele,
+always--you will believe that?"
+
+I did not answer; I could not, because of the choking in my throat,
+yet I let him grasp my hand. Once I raised my eyes to his, but lowered
+them instantly in strange confusion. Here was a man I did not
+understand, whose real motives I could not fathom. His protest had not
+yet penetrated my soul, and I felt toward him, an odd mixture of
+respect and anger. He released my hand, and turned away, and I stood
+motionless as he crossed the open space between the trees. At the edge
+of the bluff he paused and glanced about, lifting his hat in gesture
+of farewell. I do not think I moved, or made response, and an instant
+later he was gone.
+
+I know not how long I stood there staring into vacancy, haunted by
+regret, tortured by fear and humiliation. Slowly all else crystallized
+into indignation, with a fierce resolve to fight on alone. The sun
+sank, and all about me clung the purple twilight, yet I did not move.
+He had been unjust, unfair; his simple code of the woods could not be
+made to apply to such a situation as this of mine.
+
+I had a right to use the weapons of womanhood in my own defense. Ay!
+and I would; and whether voluntary, or not this spotless knight of the
+wilderness should be my ally. Let him pretend to high virtue, yet
+surely under that outer armor of resolve there beat the heart of a
+man. He meant all he said; he was honest in it; not once did I doubt
+that, yet his apparent indifference, his seeming willingness to leave
+me to fate, and Cassion, was all assumed.
+
+That one glimpse I had into his eyes told me this in a sudden
+revelation stronger than any words. I smiled at the recollection, the
+sense of power reawakening in my heart. He did care--no less than I
+cared, and this knowledge gave me the weapon I needed, and the courage
+to use it.
+
+I heard no sound of warning, yet as I turned to retrace my way to the
+camp below, I became suddenly aware of the presence of Cassion.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+WE REACH THE LAKE
+
+
+He was between me and the deer trail, and enough of daylight yet
+remained to enable me to perceive the man clearly. How long he may
+have been there observing me I could not know, but when I first saw
+him he was bent forward, apparently deeply interested in some sudden
+discovery upon the ground at his feet.
+
+"You thought me long in returning, Monsieur?" I asked carelessly, and
+taking a step toward him. "It was cooler up here, and the view from
+the bluff yonder beautiful. You may gain some conception of it still,
+if you care."
+
+He lifted his head with a jerk, and stared into my face.
+
+"Ay! no doubt," he said harshly, "yet I hardly think it was the view
+which held you here so long. Whose boot print is this, Madame? not
+yours, surely."
+
+I glanced where he pointed, my heart leaping, yet not altogether with
+regret. The young Sieur had left his trail behind, and it would serve
+me whether by his will or no.
+
+"Certainly not mine," and I laughed. "I trust, Monsieur, your powers
+of observation are better than that--'tis hardly a compliment."
+
+"Nor is this time for any lightness of speech, my lady," he retorted,
+his anger fanned by my indifference. "Whose is it then, I ask you?
+What man has been your companion here?"
+
+"You jump at conclusions, Monsieur," I returned coldly. "The stray
+imprint of a man's boot on the turf is scarcely evidence that I have
+had a companion. Kindly stand aside, and permit me to descend."
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! I will not!" and he blocked my passage. "I have stood
+enough of your tantrums already in the boat. Now we are alone, and I
+will have my say. You shall remain here until I learn the truth."
+
+His rage rather amused me, and I felt not the slightest emotion of
+fear, although there was threat in his words, and in the gesture
+accompanying them. I do not think the smile even deserted my lips, as
+I sought a comfortable seat on a fallen tree trunk, fully conscious
+that nothing would so infuriate the man as studied indifference.
+
+"Very well, Monsieur, I await your investigation with pleasure," I
+said sweetly. "No doubt it will prove interesting. You honor me with
+the suspicion that I had an appointment here with one of your men?"
+
+"No matter what I suspicion."
+
+"Of course not; you treat me with marked consideration. Perchance
+others have camped here, and explored these bluffs."
+
+"The print is fresh, not ancient, and none of the men from my camp
+have come this way."
+
+He strode forward, across the narrow open space, and disappeared into
+the fringe of trees bordering the edge of the bluff. It would have
+been easy for me to depart, to escape to the security of the tent
+below, but curiosity held me motionless. I knew what he would
+discover, and preferred to face the consequences where I was free to
+answer him face to face. I wished him to be suspicious, to feel that
+he had a rival; I would fan his jealousy to the very danger point. Nor
+had I long to wait. Forth from the shade of the trees he burst, and
+came toward me, his face white, his eyes blazing.
+
+"Tis the fellow I thought," he burst forth, "and he went down the face
+of the bluff yonder. So you dared to have tryst with him?"
+
+"With whom, Monsieur?"
+
+"De Artigny, the young fool! Do you think me blind? Did I not know you
+were together in Quebec? What are you laughing at?"
+
+"I was not laughing, Monsieur. Your ridiculous charge does not amuse
+me. I am a woman; you insult me; I am your wife; you charge me with
+indiscretion. If you think to win me with such cowardly insinuations
+you know little of my nature. I will not talk with you, nor discuss
+the matter. I return to the camp."
+
+His hands clinched as though he had the throat of an enemy between
+them, but angry as he was, some vague doubt restrained him.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! I'll fight the dog!"
+
+"De Artigny, you mean? Tis his trade, I hear, and he is good at it."
+
+"Bah! a bungler of the woods. I doubt if he ever crossed blades with a
+swordsman. But mark you this, Madame, the lad feels my steel if ever
+you so much as speak to him again."
+
+There was contempt in my eyes, nor did I strive to disguise it.
+
+"Am I your wife, Monsieur, or your slave?"
+
+"My wife, and I know how to hold you! _Mon Dieu_! but you shall learn
+that lesson. I was a fool to ever give the brat place in the boats. La
+Barre warned me that he would make trouble. Now I tell you what will
+occur if you play false with me."
+
+"You may spare your threats--they weigh nothing. The Sieur de Artigny
+is my friend, and I shall address him when it pleases me. With
+whatever quarrel may arise between you I have no interest. Let that
+suffice, and now I bid you good night, Monsieur."
+
+He made no effort to halt me, nor to follow, and I made my way down
+the darkening path, without so much as turning my head to observe his
+movements. It was almost like a play to me, and I was reckless of the
+consequences, intent only on my purpose.
+
+I was awake a long time, lying alone on my blankets within the silent
+tent, and staring out at the darkness. I saw Cassion descend the deer
+path, perhaps an hour after I left him, and go on to the main camp
+below. He made no pause as he passed, yet walked slowly as though in
+thought. Where he went I could not determine in the gloom, yet was
+convinced he had no purpose then of seeking De Artigny or of putting
+his threat into immediate action. In all probability he believed that
+his words would render me cautious, in spite of my defiant response,
+and that I would avoid creating trouble by keeping away from the
+younger man. He was no brawler, except as he felt safe, and this young
+frontiersman was hardly the antagonist he would choose. It would be
+more apt to be a blow in the dark, or an overturned canoe.
+
+I cannot recall now that I experienced any regret for what had
+occurred. Perhaps I might if I had known the end, yet I felt perfectly
+justified in all my actions. I had done no conscious wrong, and was
+only seeking that which was mine by every standard of justice. I knew
+I despised Cassion, while my feeling's toward De Artigny were so
+confused, and indefinite as to be a continual puzzle. I knew nothing
+of what love was--I was merely aware that the man interested me, and
+that I felt confidence in him. I recalled his words, the expression of
+his face, and felt the sharp sting of his rebuke, yet all was
+strangely softened by the message I had read in his eyes.
+
+He had not approved of my course, yet in his heart had not blamed; he
+would not lend himself to my purpose, yet remained no less loyal to
+me. I could ask no more. Indeed, I had no wish to precipitate an open
+quarrel between the two men. However it ended, such an occurrence
+would serve me ill, and all that my plan contemplated was that they
+should distrust each other, and thus permit me to play the one against
+the other, until I won my game. I felt no fear of the result, no doubt
+of my ability to manipulate the strings adroitly enough to achieve the
+end sought.
+
+The one point I ignored was the primitive passions of men. These were
+beyond my control; were already beyond, although I knew it not. Fires
+were smouldering in hearts which out yonder in the dark woods would
+burst into flame of destruction. Innocent as my purpose was, it had in
+it the germs of tragedy; but I was then too young, too inexperienced
+to know.
+
+Nor had I reason to anticipate the result of my simple ruse, or
+occasion to note any serious change in my surroundings. The routine of
+our journey gave me no hint of the hidden passions seething below the
+outward appearance of things. In the early dawn we broke camp as
+usual, except that chosen boatmen guided the emptied canoes through
+the rapids, while the others of the party made portage along the rough
+shore. In the smooth water above we all embarked again, and won slow
+way against the current. The advance company had departed before our
+arrival, nor did I again obtain glimpse of De Artigny for many days.
+
+I would not say that Cassion purposely kept us apart, for the
+arrangement might have been the same had I not been of the party, yet
+the only communication between the two divisions occurred when some
+messenger brought back warning of dangerous water ahead. Usually this
+messenger was an Indian, but once De Artigny himself came, and guided
+our canoes through a torrent of white, raging water, amid a maze of
+murderous rocks.
+
+During these days and weeks Cassion treated me with consideration and
+outward respect. Not that he failed to talk freely, and to boast of
+his exploits and adventures, yet he refrained from laying hand on me,
+nor did he once refer to the incident of the bluff. I knew not what to
+make of the man in this new rôle of gallant, yet suspicioned that he
+but bided his time, and a better opportunity for exhibiting his true
+purpose.
+
+There were times, when he thought I was not observing him, when the
+expression of his eyes brought me uneasiness, and I was soon aware
+that, in spite of his genial manner, and friendly expression, his
+surveillance was in no degree relaxed. Not for a moment was I alone.
+When he was not beside me in the canoe, Père Allouez became my
+companion, and at night a guard kept vigilant eye upon my tent. Twice
+I ventured to test this fact, only to be halted, and turned back
+within three yards of the entrance. Very polite the soldier was, with
+explanation of danger from prowling beasts, and the strictness of his
+order. At first such restraint angered me, but on second thought I did
+not greatly care, humiliating though it was; yet the protection thus
+afforded was not altogether unwelcome, and was in itself evidence of
+Cassion's determination to conquer me.
+
+Nor was the journey lacking in interest or adventure. Never shall I
+forget the charm of those days and nights, amid which we made slow and
+toilsome passage through the desolate wilderness, ever gaining new
+leagues to the westward. Only twice in weeks did we encounter human
+beings--once a camp of Indians on the shore of a lake, and once a
+Capuchin monk, alone but for a single _voyageur_, as companion, passed
+us upon the river. He would have paused to exchange words, but at
+sight of Père Allouez's black robe, he gave swift command to his
+_engagé_, and the two disappeared as though fleeing from the devil.
+
+But what visions of beauty, and sublimity, were those that swept
+constantly past us as we thus advanced into the wild depths of the
+woods. No two views were ever alike, and every curve in the river bank
+brought a fresh vista. I never tired of the vast, silent forests that
+seemed to shut us in, nor of the dancing silver of the swift water
+under our keel, nor of the great rocky bluffs under whose grim shadows
+we found passage. To me the hardships even were enjoyable: the
+clambering over rough portages, the occasional mishap, the coarse
+fare, the nights I was compelled to pass in the canoe, these only
+served to give added zest to the great adventure, to make real the
+unusual experiences I was passing through.
+
+I was scarce more than a girl, young, strong, little accustomed to
+luxury, and my heart responded to the exhilaration of constant change,
+and the thrill of peril. And when, at last, we made the long portage,
+tramping through the dark forest aisles, bearing on our shoulders
+heavy loads, scarcely able to see the sun even at midday through the
+leafy screen of leaves, and came forth at twilight on the shores of
+the mighty lake, no words can express the raptures with which I stood
+and gazed across that expanse of heaving, restless water. The men
+launched their canoes upon the surface, and made camp in the edge of
+the forest, but I could not move, could not restrain my eyes, until
+darkness descended and left all before me a void.
+
+Never had I gazed upon so vast a spectacle, so somber in the dull gray
+light, stretching afar to the horizon, its wild, desolate silence
+adding to its awful majesty. Even when darkness enshrouded it all, the
+memory haunted me, and I could but think and dream, frightened and
+awed in presence of that stupendous waste of waters. The soldiers sang
+about their fires, and Cassion sought me with what he meant to be
+courteous words, but I was in no spirit to be amused. For hours I lay
+alone, listening to the dull roar of waves along the shore, and the
+wind in the trees. De Artigny, and his party, camped just beyond us,
+across the mouth of a narrow stream, but I saw nothing of him, nor do
+I believe I gave his presence a thought.
+
+It was scarcely more than daybreak when we broke camp, and headed our
+canoes out into the lake. With the dawn, and the glint of sunlight
+over the waters, much of my dread departed, and I could appreciate the
+wild song of delight with which our Indian paddlers bent to their
+work. The sharp-prowed canoes swept through the waters swiftly, no
+longer battling against a current, and the shore line ever in view was
+fascinating in its green foliage. We kept close to the northern shore,
+and soon found passage amid numerous islands, forest covered, but with
+high, rocky outlines.
+
+Of life there was no sign, and the silence of the vast primeval
+wilderness surrounding us rested heavily upon me. Whether this same
+sense of loneliness and awe affected the others I cannot say--yet the
+savage song died away, and the soldiers sat motionless, while the
+Indians plied their paddles noiselessly. Cassion even restrained his
+garrulous tongue, and when I glanced at him in some surprise, he was
+intent on the shores of a passing island, forgetful of my presence.
+
+For four days we coasted thus, never out of sight of shore, and
+usually with islands between us and the main body of water. In all
+that time we had no sign of man--not even a wisp of smoke, nor heard
+the crack of distant rifle. About us extended loneliness and
+desolation, great waters never still, vast forests grim and somber,
+tall, menacing rocks, bright-colored in the sun.
+
+Once it rained, drenching us to the skin, and driving us to shelter in
+an island cove. Once a sudden storm swept the lake, and we barely made
+land in time to save us from wreck, Chevet's canoe smashing an ugly
+hole in its bow, and a soldier dislocating his shoulder in the
+struggle. The accident held us for some hours, and later, when once
+more afloat, retarded progress.
+
+This misfortune served also to restore Monsieur Cassion to his natural
+ill temper, and led to a quarrel between himself and Chevet which
+might have ended seriously had I not intervened. The incident,
+however, left the Commissaire in ugly mood, and caused him to play the
+bully over his men. To me he was sullen, after an attempt at
+insolence, and sat glowering across the water, meditating revenge.
+
+At last we left the chain of islands behind, and one morning struck
+out from the shore into the waste of waters, the prows of the canoes
+turned westward, the steersman guiding our course by the sun. For
+several hours we were beyond view of land, with naught to rest the eye
+upon save the gray sea, and then, when it was nearly night, we reached
+the shore, and beached our canoes at St. Ignace.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+AT ST. IGNACE
+
+
+So much had been said of St. Ignace, and so long had the name been
+familiar throughout New France, that my first view of the place
+brought me bitter disappointment. The faces of the others in our party
+pictured the same disillusion.
+
+Hugo Chevet had been in these parts before on fur-trading expeditions,
+and 'twas probable that De Artigny had stopped there on one of his
+voyages with La Salle. But to all the others the place had been merely
+a name, and our imagination had invested it with an importance
+scarcely justified by what we saw as our canoes drew in toward the
+beach.
+
+The miserable little village was upon a point of land, originally
+covered with heavy growth of forest. A bit of this had been rudely
+cut, the rotting stumps still standing, and from the timber a dozen
+rough log houses had been constructed facing the lake. A few rods
+back, on slightly higher land, was a log chapel, and a house, somewhat
+more pretentious than the others, in which the priests lodged. The
+whole aspect of the place was peculiarly desolate and depressing,
+facing that vast waste of water, the black forest shadows behind, and
+those rotting stumps in the foreground.
+
+Nor was our welcome one to make the heart rejoice. Scarce a dozen
+persons gathered at the beach to aid us in making landing, rough
+_engagés_ mostly, and not among them all a face familiar. It was only
+later, when two priests from the mission came hurrying forward, that
+we were greeted by cordial speech. These invited a few of us to become
+guests at the mission house, and assigned the remainder of our party
+to vacant huts.
+
+Cassion, Chevet, and Père Allouez accompanied me as I walked beside a
+young priest up the beaten path, but De Artigny was left behind with
+the men. I overheard Cassion order him to remain, but he added some
+word in lower voice, which brought a flush of anger into the younger
+man's face, although he merely turned on his heel without reply.
+
+The young Jesuit beside me--a pale-faced, delicate appearing man,
+almost emaciated in his long black robe--scarcely breathed a word as
+we climbed the rather steep ascent, but at the door of the mission
+house paused gravely, and directed our attention to the scene unrolled
+behind. It was indeed a vista of surpassing beauty, for from this
+point we could perceive the distant curve of the shore, shadowed by
+dark forests, while the lake itself, silvered by the setting sun
+stretched afar to the horizon, unbroken in its immensity except for an
+island lifting its rock front leagues away.
+
+So greatly was I impressed with the view, that after we had been shown
+into the bare room of the mission, where scarcely a comfort was to be
+seen, I crossed to the one window, and stood there staring out,
+watching the light fade across those leagues of water, until the
+purple twilight descended like a veil of mist. Yet I heard the
+questions and answers, and learned that nearly all the inhabitants
+were away on various expeditions into the wilderness, none remaining
+except the two priests in charge of the mission, and the few _engagés_
+necessary for their work. Only a few days before five priests had
+departed to establish a mission at Green Bay, and visit the Indian
+villages beyond.
+
+The young Jesuit spoke freely when once convinced that our party
+journeyed to the Illinois country, and was antagonistic to La Salle,
+who had shown small liking for his Order. The presence of Père Allouez
+overcame his first suspicion at recognition of De Artigny, and he gave
+free vent to his dislike of the Recollets, and the policy of those
+adventurous Frenchmen who had dared oppose the Jesuits.
+
+He produced a newly drawn map of the great lake we were to traverse,
+and the men studied it anxiously while the two priests and the
+_engagé_ prepared a simple meal. For the moment I was forgotten, and
+left alone on a rude bench beside the great fireplace, to listen to
+their discussion, and think my own thoughts.
+
+We remained at St. Ignace three days, busily engaged in repairing our
+canoes, and rendering them fit for the long voyage yet before us. From
+this point we were to venture on treacherous waters, as yet scarcely
+explored, the shores inhabited by savage, unknown tribes, with not a
+white man in all the long distance from Green Bay to the Chicago
+portage. Once I got out the map, and traced the distance, feeling sick
+at heart as I thus realized more clearly the weary journey.
+
+Those were dull, lonely days I passed in the desolate mission house,
+while the others were busy at their various tasks. Only at night time,
+or as they straggled in, to their meals, did I see anyone but Père
+Allouez, who was always close at hand, a silent shadow from whose
+presence I could not escape. I visited the priest's garden, climbed
+the rocks overlooking the water, and even ventured into the dark
+forest, but he was ever beside me, suave but insistent on doing his
+master's will. The only glimpse I had of De Artigny was at a distance,
+for not once did he approach the mission house. So I was glad enough
+when the canoes were ready, and all preparations made for departure.
+
+Yet we were not destined to escape thus easily from St. Ignace. Of
+what occurred I must write as it happened to me then, and not as its
+full significance became later clear to my understanding. It was after
+nightfall when Cassion returned to the mission house. The lights were
+burning on the table, and the three priests were rather impatiently
+waiting their evening meal, occasionally exchanging brief sentences,
+or peering out through the open window toward the dark water.
+
+As long as daylight lasted this had been my post of observation, while
+watching the distant figures busily engaged in reloading the canoes
+for the morrow's journey. They were like so many ants, running across
+the brown sands, both soldiers and Indians stripped to the waist,
+apparently eager enough to complete their task. Occasionally the echo
+of a song reached my ears, and the distance was not so great but that
+I could distinguish individuals. Cassion sat upon a log directing
+operations, not even rising to lend a hand, but Chevet gave his great
+strength freely.
+
+De Artigny was back among the huts, in charge of that end of the line,
+no doubt, and it was only occasionally I gained glimpse of his
+presence. An Indian canoe came ashore just before sundown, and our men
+knocked off work to cluster about and examine its cargo of furs.
+Angered by the delay Cassion strode in among them, and, with bitter
+words and a blow or two, drove them back to their task. The loss of
+time was not great, yet they were still busily engaged when darkness
+shut out the scene.
+
+Cassion came in alone, yet I observed nothing strange about his
+appearance, except that he failed to greet me with the usual attempt
+at gallantry, although his sharp eyes swept our faces, as he closed
+the door, and stared about the room.
+
+"What! not eaten yet?" he exclaimed. "I anticipated my fate to be a
+lonely meal, for the rascals worked like snails, and I would not leave
+them rest until all was finished. Faith, the odor is appetizing, and I
+am hungry as a bear."
+
+The younger priest waved his hand to the _engagé_, yet asked softly:
+
+"Monsieur Chevet--he is delayed also?"
+
+"He will sup with his men tonight," returned Cassion shortly, seating
+himself on the bench. "The sergeant keeps guard of the canoes, and
+Chevet will be useful with those off duty."
+
+The man ate as though nearly famished, his ready tongue unusually
+silent, and at the conclusion of the meal, appeared so fatigued, that
+I made early excuse to withdraw so he might rest in comfort, climbing
+the ladder in one corner to my own bed beneath the eaves. This
+apartment, whose only advantage was privacy, was no more than a narrow
+space between the sloping rafters of the roof, unfurnished, but with a
+small window in the end, closed by a wooden shutter. A partition of
+axe-hewn planks divided this attic into two compartments, thus
+composing the priests' sleeping chambers. While I was there they both
+occupied the one to the south, Cassion, Chevet, and Père Allouez
+resting in the main room below.
+
+As I lowered the trap in the floor, shutting out the murmur of voices,
+I was conscious of no desire to sleep, my mind busily occupied with
+possibilities of the morrow. I opened the window, and seated myself on
+the floor, gazing out at the night. Below extended the priests'
+garden, and beyond the dark gloom of forest depths. A quarter moon
+peeped through cloud rifts, and revealed in spectral light the
+familiar objects. It was a calm, peaceful scene, yet ghostly in the
+silvery gleam and silence--the stumps of half-burned trees assuming
+grotesque forms, and the wind tossing branches as though by some demon
+hand. Yet in my restless mood that outside world called me and I
+leaned forth to see if it was possible to descend.
+
+The way of egress was easy--a mere step to the flat roof of the
+kitchen, the dovetailed logs of which afforded a ladder to the ground.
+I had no object in such adventure, but a restless impulse urged me,
+and, almost before I realized my action, I was upon the ground.
+Avoiding the gleam of light which streamed from the open window of the
+room below, I crossed the garden, and reached the path leading
+downward to the shore. From this point I could perceive the wide sweep
+of water, showing silvery in the dim moonlight, and detect the darker
+rim of the land. There was fire on the point below the huts, and its
+red glare afforded glimpses of the canoes--mere blurred outlines--and
+occasionally the figure of a man, only recognizable as he moved.
+
+I was still staring at this dim picture when some noise, other than
+the wind, startled me, and I drew silently back behind a great stump
+to avoid discovery. My thought was that someone had left the mission
+house--Cassion perhaps with final orders to those on the beach--but a
+moment later I realized my mistake, yet only crouched lower in the
+shadow--a man was advancing from the black concealment of the woods,
+and crossing the open space.
+
+He moved cautiously, yet boldly enough, and his movements were not
+those of an Indian, although the low bushes between us and the house
+shadow, prevented my distinguishing more than his mere outline. It was
+only when he lifted his head into the gleam of light, and took hasty
+survey through the window of the scene within, that I recognized the
+face of De Artigny. He lingered scarcely a moment, evidently satisfied
+with what he saw, and then drew silently back, hesitating a brief
+space, as though debating his next movement.
+
+I waited breathless, wondering what his purpose could be, half
+inclined to intercept and question him. Was he seeking to serve my
+cause? to learn the truth of my relationship with Cassion? or did he
+have some other object, some personal feud in which he sought revenge?
+The first thought sent the warm blood leaping through my veins; the
+second left me shivering as if with sudden chill.
+
+Even as I stood, hesitating, uncertain, he turned, and retraced his
+steps along the same path of his approach, passing me not ten steps
+away, and vanishing into the wood. I thought he paused at the edge,
+and bent down, yet before I found voice, or determination to stop him,
+he had disappeared. My courage returned, spurred by curiosity. Why
+should he take so roundabout a way to reach the shore? What was that
+black, shapeless thing he had paused to examine? I could see something
+there, dark and motionless, though to my eyes no more than a shadow.
+
+I ventured toward it, creeping behind the bushes bordering the path,
+conscious of an odd fear as I drew closer. Yet it was not until I
+emerged from the fringe of shrubbery that even the faintest conception
+of what the object I saw was occurred to me. Then I stopped, frozen by
+horror, for I confronted a dead body.
+
+For an instant I could not utter a sound, or move a muscle of my body.
+My hands clung convulsively to a nearby branch, thus supporting me
+erect in spite of trembling limbs, and I stared at the grewsome
+object, black and almost shapeless in the moonlight. Only part of the
+trunk was revealed, the lower portion concealed by bushes, yet I could
+no longer doubt it was a man's body--a large, heavily built man, his
+hat still crushed on his head, but with face turned away.
+
+What courage overcame my horror, and urged me forward I cannot tell; I
+seemed impelled by some power not my own, a vague fear of recognition
+tugging at my heart. I crept nearer, almost inch by inch, trembling at
+every noise, dreading to discover the truth. At last I could perceive
+the ghastly features--the dead man was Hugo Chevet.
+
+I scarcely know why this discovery of his identity brought back so
+suddenly my strength, and courage. But it did; I was no longer afraid,
+no longer shrank from contact with the corpse. I confess I felt no
+special sorrow, no deep regret at the fate which had overtaken him.
+Although he was my mother's brother, yet his treatment of me had never
+been kind, and there remained no memories to touch my heart. Still his
+death was from treachery, murder, and every instinct urged me to learn
+its cause, and who had been guilty of the crime.
+
+I nerved myself to the effort, and turned the body sufficiently to
+enable me to discover the wound--he had been pierced by a knife from
+behind; had fallen, no doubt, without uttering a cry, dead ere he
+struck the ground. Then it was murder, foul murder, a blow in the
+back. Why had the deed been done? What spirit of revenge, of hatred,
+of fear, could have led to such an act? I got again to my feet,
+staring about through the weird moonlight, every nerve throbbing, as I
+thought to grip the fact, and find its cause. Slowly I drew back,
+shrinking in growing terror from the corpse, until I was safely in the
+priest's garden. There I paused irresolute, my dazed, benumbed brain
+beginning to grasp the situation, and assert itself.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+THE MURDER OF CHEVET
+
+
+Who had killed him? What should I do? These were the two questions
+haunting my mind, and becoming more and more insistent. The light
+still burned in the mission house, and I could picture the scene
+within--the three priests reading, or talking softly to each other,
+and Cassion asleep on his bench in the corner, wearied with the day.
+
+I could not understand, could not imagine a cause, and yet the
+assassin must have been De Artigny. How else could I account for his
+presence there in the night, his efforts at concealment, his bending
+over the dead body, and then hurrying away without sounding an alarm.
+The evidence against the man seemed conclusive, and yet I would not
+condemn. There might be other reasons for his silence, for his secret
+presence, and if I rushed into the house, proclaiming my discovery,
+and confessing what I had seen, he would be left without defense.
+
+Perhaps it might be the very purpose of the real murderer to thus cast
+suspicion on an innocent man, and I would be the instrument. But who
+else could be the murderer? That it could have been Cassion never
+seriously occurred to me, but I ran over in my mind the rough men of
+our party--the soldiers, some of them quarrelsome enough, and the
+Indians to whom a treacherous blow was never unnatural. This must have
+been the way it happened--Chevet had made some bitter enemy, for he
+was ever prodigal of angry word and blow, and the fellow had followed
+him through the night to strike him down from behind. But why did De
+Artigny fail to sound an alarm when he found the body? Why was he
+hiding about the mission house, and peering in through the window?
+
+I sank my face in my hands, so dazed and bewildered as to be incapable
+of thought--yet I could not, I would not believe him guilty of so foul
+a crime. It was not possible, nor should he be accused through any
+testimony from my lips. He could explain, he must explain to me his
+part in this dreadful affair, but, unless he confessed himself, I
+would never believe him guilty. There was but one thing for me to
+do--return silently to my room, and wait. Perhaps he had already
+descended to camp to alarm the men; if not the body would be early
+discovered in the morning, and a few hours delay could make no
+difference to Hugo Chevet.
+
+The very decision was a relief, and yet it frightened me. I felt
+almost like an accomplice, as though I also was guilty of a crime by
+thus concealing my knowledge, and leaving that body to remain alone
+there in the dark. Yet there was nothing else to do. Shrinking,
+shuddering at every shadow, at every sound, my nerves throbbing with
+agony, I managed to drag my body up the logs, and in through the
+window. I was safe there, but there was no banishing from memory what
+I had seen--what I knew lay yonder in the wood shadow. I sank to the
+floor, clutching the sill, my eyes staring through the moonlight. Once
+I thought I saw a man's indistinct figure move across an open space,
+and once I heard voices far away.
+
+The priests entered the room opposite mine, and I could distinguish
+the murmur of their voices through the thin partition. These became
+silent, and I prayed, with head bowed on the window sill. I could not
+leave that position, could not withdraw my eyes from the scene
+without. The moon disappeared, the night darkening; I could no longer
+perceive the line of forest trees, and sitting thus I fell asleep from
+sheer exhaustion.
+
+I do not know that I was called, yet when I awoke a faint light
+proclaiming the dawn was in the sky, and sounds of activity reached my
+ears from the room below. I felt tired and cramped from my unnatural
+position, but hastened to join the others. The morning meal was
+already on the table, and we ate as usual, no one mentioning Chevet,
+thus proving the body had not been discovered. I could scarcely choke
+the food down, anticipating every instant the sounding of an alarm.
+Cassion hurried, excited, no doubt, by the prospect of getting away on
+our journey, but seemed in excellent humor. Pushing back the box on
+which he sat, he buckled his pistol belt, seized his hat, and strode
+to the door.
+
+"We depart at once," he proclaimed briefly. "So I will leave you,
+here, to bring the lady."
+
+Père Allouez, still busily engaged, murmured some indistinct reply,
+and Cassion's eyes met mine.
+
+"You look pale, and weary this morning," he said. "Not fear of the
+voyage, I hope?"
+
+"No, Monsieur," I managed to answer quietly. "I slept ill, but shall
+be better presently--shall I bear my blankets to the boats?"
+
+"The _engagé_ will see to that, only let there be as little delay as
+possible. Ah! here comes a messenger from below--what is it, my man?"
+
+The fellow, one of the soldiers whose face I did not recall, halted in
+the open door, gasping for breath, his eyes roving about the room.
+
+"He is dead--the big man," he stammered. "He is there by the woods."
+
+"The big man--dead!" Cassion drew back, as though struck a blow. "What
+big man? Who do you mean?"
+
+"The one in the second canoe, Monsieur; the one who roared."
+
+"Chevet? Hugo Chevet? What has happened to him? Come, speak up, or
+I'll slit your tongue!"
+
+The man gulped, gripping the door with one hand, the other pointing
+outward.
+
+"He is there, Monsieur, beyond the trail, at the edge of the wood. I
+saw him with his face turned up--_Mon Dieu_! so white; I dare not
+touch him, but there was blood, where a knife had entered his back."
+
+All were on their feet, their faces picturing the sudden horror, yet
+Cassion was first to recover his wits, and lead the way without.
+Grasping the soldier's arm, and bidding him show where the body lay,
+he thrust him through the door. I lingered behind shrinking from being
+again compelled to view the sight of the dead man, yet unable to keep
+entirely away. Cassion stopped, looking down at the object on the
+grass, but made no effort to touch it with his hands. The soldier
+bent, and rolled the body over, and one of the priests felt in the
+pockets of the jacket, bringing forth a paper or two. Cassion took
+these, gripping them in his fingers, his face appearing gray in the
+early light.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! the man has been murdered," he exclaimed, "a dastard blow
+in the back. Look about, and see if you find a knife. Had he quarrel
+with anyone, Moulin?"
+
+The soldier straightened up.
+
+"No, Monsieur; I heard of none, though he was often rough and harsh of
+tongue to the men. Ah! now I recall, he had words with Sieur de
+Artigny on the beach at dusk. I know not the cause, yet the younger
+man left him angrily, and passed by where I stood, with his hands
+clinched."
+
+"De Artigny, hey!" Cassion's voice had a ring of pleasure in it. "Ay!
+he is a hothead. Know you where the young cock is now?"
+
+"He, with the Chief, left an hour ago. Was it not your order,
+Monsieur?"
+
+Cassion made a swift gesture, but what it might signify I could not
+determine, as his face was turned away. A moment there was silence, as
+he shaded his eyes, and peered out across the water.
+
+"True, so I did," he said at last. "They were to depart before dawn.
+The villain is yonder--see; well off that farthest point, and 'tis too
+late to overtake him now. _Sacre_! there is naught for us to do, that
+I see, but to bury Hugo Chevet, and go our way--the King's business
+cannot wait."
+
+They brought the body into the mission house, and laid it upon the
+bench. I did not look upon the ghastly face, which the young priest
+had covered, but I sank to my knees and prayed earnestly for the
+repose of his soul. For a moment I felt in my heart a tenderness for
+this rough, hard man who in the past had caused me such suffering.
+
+Perchance he was not altogether to blame; his had been a rough, hard
+life, and I had only brought him care and trouble. So there were tears
+in my eyes as I knelt beside him, although in secret my heart rejoiced
+that De Artigny had gone, and would not be confronted with his victim;
+for there was no longer doubt in my mind of his guilt, for surely, had
+the man been innocent, he would have sounded an alarm. It was
+Cassion's hand which aroused me, and I glanced up at his face through
+the tears clinging to my lashes.
+
+"What, crying!" he exclaimed, in apparent surprise. "I never thought
+the man of such value to you as to cause tears at his death."
+
+"He was of my blood," I answered soberly, rising to my feet, "and his
+murder most foul."
+
+"Ay! true enough, girl, and we will bring to book the villain who did
+the deed. Yet we cannot remain here to mourn, for I am on the King's
+service. Come, we have lost time already, and the canoes wait."
+
+"You would go at once?" I asked, startled at his haste, "without even
+waiting until he is buried?"
+
+"And why not? To wait will cost us a day; nor, so far as I can see,
+would it be of the slightest value to Hugo Chevet. The priests here
+will attend to the ceremony, and this handful of silver will buy him
+prayers. _Pouf_! he is dead, and that is all there is to it; so come
+along, for I will wait here no longer."
+
+The man's actions, his manner, and words were heartless. For an
+instant I stood in revolt, ready to defy openly, an angry retort on my
+lips; yet before I found speech, Père Allouez rested his hand on my
+shoulder.
+
+"'Tis best, my child," he said softly. "We can no longer serve the
+dead by remaining here, and there are long leagues before us. In the
+boat your prayers will reach the good God just as surely as though you
+knelt here beside this poor body. 'Tis best we go."
+
+I permitted him to lead me out through the door, and we followed
+Cassion down the steep path to the shore. The latter seemed to have
+forgotten all else save our embarkation, and hurried the soldier off
+on a run to get the boats in the water. The _père_ held to my arm, and
+I was conscious of his voice continually speaking, although I knew
+nothing of what he said. I was incapable of thinking, two visions
+haunting me--the body of Hugo Chevet outstretched on the bench in the
+mission house, and Rene de Artigny far away yonder on the water. Why
+had it happened? What could ever excuse a crime like this?
+
+On the beach all was in readiness for departure, and it was evident
+enough that Moulin had already spread the news of Chevet's murder
+among his comrades. Cassion, however, permitted the fellows little
+time for discussion, for at his sharp orders they took their places in
+the canoes, and pushed off. The priest was obliged to assume Chevet's
+former position, and I would gladly have accompanied him, but Cassion
+suddenly gripped me in his arms, and without so much as a word, waded
+out through the surf, and put me down in his boat, clambering in
+himself, and shouting his orders to the paddlers.
+
+I think we were all of us glad enough to get away. I know I sat
+silent, and motionless, just where he placed me, and stared back
+across the widening water at the desolate, dismal scene. How lonely,
+and heart-sickening it was, those few log houses against the hill, the
+blackened stumps littering the hillside, and the gloomy forest beyond.
+The figures of a few men were visible along the beach, and once I saw
+a black-robed priest emerge from the door of the mission house, and
+start down the steep path.
+
+The picture slowly faded as we advanced, until finally the last
+glimpse of the log chapel disappeared in the haze, and we were alone
+on the mystery of the great lake, gliding along a bare, uninhabited
+shore. I was aroused by the touch of Cassion's hand on my own as it
+grasped the side of the canoe.
+
+"Adele," he said, almost tenderly. "Why should you be so serious?
+Cannot we be friends?"
+
+My eyes met his in surprise.
+
+"Friends, Monsieur! Are we not? Why do you address me like that?"
+
+"Because you treat me as though I were a criminal," he said earnestly.
+"As if I had done you an evil in making you my wife. 'Twas not I who
+hastened the matter, but La Barre. 'Tis not just to condemn me
+unheard, yet I have been patient and kind. I thought it might be that
+you loved another--in truth I imagined that De Artigny had cast his
+spell upon you; yet you surely cannot continue to trust that
+villain--the murderer of your uncle."
+
+"How know you that to be true?" I asked.
+
+"Because there is no other accounting for it," he explained sternly.
+"The quarrel last evening, the early departure before dawn--"
+
+"At your orders, Monsieur."
+
+"Ay, but the sergeant tells me the fellow was absent from the camp for
+two hours during the night; that in the moonlight he saw him come down
+the hill. Even if he did not do the deed himself, he must have
+discovered the body--yet he voiced no alarm."
+
+I was silent, and my eyes fell from his face to the green water.
+
+"'Twill be hard to explain," he went on. "But he shall have a
+chance."
+
+"A chance! You will question him; and then--"
+
+He hesitated whether to answer me, but there was a cruel smile on his
+thin lips.
+
+"Faith, I do not know. 'Tis like to be a court-martial at the Rock, if
+ever we get him there; though the chances are the fellow will take to
+the woods when he finds himself suspected. No doubt the best thing I
+can do will be to say nothing until we hold him safe, though 'tis hard
+to pretend with such a villain."
+
+He paused, as if hoping I might speak, and my silence angered him.
+
+"Bah, if I had my way the young cockerel would face a file at our
+first camp. Ay! and it will be for you to decide if he does not."
+
+"What is your meaning, Monsieur?"
+
+"That I am tired of your play-acting; of your making eyes at this
+forest dandy behind my back. _Sang Dieu_! I am done with all this--do
+you hear?--and I have a grip now which will make you think twice, my
+dear, before you work any more sly tricks on me. _Sacre_, you think me
+easy, hey? I have in my hand so," and he opened and closed his fingers
+suggestively, "the life of the lad."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+MY PLEDGE SAVES DE ARTIGNY
+
+
+I had one glimpse of his face as he leaned forward, and there was a
+look in it which made me shudder, and turn away. His was no idle
+threat, and whether the man truly loved me or not, his hatred of De
+Artigny was sufficient for any cruelty.
+
+I realized the danger, the necessity for compromise, and yet for the
+moment I lacked power to speak, to question, fearful lest his demands
+would be greater than I could grant. I had no thought of what I saw,
+and still that which my eyes rested upon remains pictured on my brain,
+the sparkle of sun on the water, the distant green of the shore, the
+soldiers huddled in the canoe, the dark shining bodies of the Indians
+ceaselessly plying the paddles, and beyond us, to the left, another
+canoe, cleaving the water swiftly, with Père Allouez' face turned
+toward us, as though he sought to guess our conversation. I was
+aroused by the grip of Cassion's hand.
+
+"Well, my beauty," he said harshly, "haven't I waited long enough to
+learn if it is war or peace between us?"
+
+I laughed, yet I doubt if he gained any comfort from the expression of
+the eyes which met his.
+
+"Why I choose peace, of course, Monsieur," I answered, assuming a
+carelessness I was far from feeling. "Am I not your wife? Surely you
+remind me of it often enough, so I am not likely to forget; but I
+resent the insult of your words, nor will you ever win favor from me
+by such methods. I have been friendly with Sieur de Artigny, it is
+true, but there is nothing more between us. Indeed no word has passed
+my lips in his presence I would not be willing for you to hear. So
+there is no cause for you to spare him on my account, or rest his fate
+on any action of mine."
+
+"You will have naught to do with the fellow?"
+
+"There would be small chance if I wished, Monsieur; and do you suppose
+I would seek companionship with one who had killed my uncle?"
+
+"'Twould scarce seem so, yet I know not what you believe."
+
+"Nor do I myself; yet the evidence is all against the man thus far. I
+confess I should like to hear his defense, but I make you this pledge
+in all honor--I will have no word with him, on condition that you file
+no charges until we arrive at Fort St. Louis."
+
+"Ah!" suspiciously, "you think he has friends there to hold him
+innocent."
+
+"Why should I, Monsieur? Indeed, why should I care but to have justice
+done? I do not wish his blood on your hands, or to imagine that he is
+condemned because of his friendship for me rather than any other
+crime. I know not what friends the man has at the Rock on the
+Illinois. He was of La Salle's party, and they are no longer in
+control. La Barre said that De Baugis commanded that post, and for all
+I know De Tonty and all his men may have departed."
+
+"'Tis not altogether true, and for that reason we are ordered to join
+the company. De Baugis has the right of it under commission from La
+Barre, but does not possess sufficient soldiers to exercise authority.
+La Salle's men remain loyal to De Tonty, and the Indian tribes look to
+him for leadership. _Mon Dieu_! it was reported in Quebec that twelve
+thousand savages were living about the fort--ay! and De Artigny said
+he doubted it not, for the meadows were covered with tepees--so De
+Baugis has small chance to rule until he has force behind him. They
+say this De Tonty is of a fighting breed--the savages call him the man
+with the iron hand--and so the two rule between them, the one for La
+Barre, and the other for La Salle, and we go to give the Governor's
+man more power."
+
+"You have sufficient force?"
+
+"Unless the Indians become hostile; besides there is to be an overland
+party later to join us in the spring, and Sieur de la Durantaye, of
+the regiment of Carignan-Salliers is at the Chicago portage. This I
+learned at St. Ignace."
+
+"Then it would seem to me, Monsieur, that you could safely wait the
+trial of De Artigny until our arrival at the fort. If he does not feel
+himself suspected, he will make no effort to escape, and I give you
+the pledge you ask."
+
+It was not altogether graciously that he agreed to this, yet the man
+could not refuse, and I was glad enough to escape thus easily, for it
+was my fear that he might insist on my yielding much more to preserve
+De Artigny from immediate condemnation and death. The fellow had the
+power, and the inclination, and what good fortune saved me, I can
+never know. I think he felt a certain fear of me, a doubt of how far
+he might presume on my good nature.
+
+Certainly I gave him small encouragement to venture further, and yet
+had he done so I would have been at my wit's end. Twice the words were
+upon his lips--a demand that I yield to his mastery--but he must have
+read in my eyes a defiance he feared to front, for they were not
+uttered. 'Twas that he might have this very talk that he had found me
+place alone in his canoe, and I would have respected him more had he
+dared to carry out his desire. The coward in the man was too apparent,
+and yet that very cowardice was proof of treachery. What he hesitated
+to claim boldly he would attain otherwise if he could. I could place
+no confidence in his word, nor reliance upon his honor.
+
+However nothing occurred to give Cassion opportunity, nor to tempt me
+to violate my own pledge. We proceeded steadily upon our course, aided
+by fair weather, and quiet waters for several days. So peaceful were
+our surroundings that my awe and fear of the vast lake on which we
+floated passed away, and I began to appreciate its beauty, and love
+those changing vistas, which opened constantly to our advance.
+
+We followed the coast line, seldom venturing beyond sight of land,
+except as we cut across from point to point; and fair as the wooded
+shore appeared, its loneliness, and the desolation of the great waters
+began, at last, to affect our spirits. The men no longer sang at their
+work, and I could see the depression in their eyes as they stared
+about across ceaseless waves to the dim horizon.
+
+Day after day it was the same dull monotony, crouched in the narrow
+canoe, watching the movements of the paddlers, and staring about at
+endless sea and sky, with distant glimpse of wilderness. We lost
+interest in conversation, in each other, and I lay for hours with eyes
+closed to the glare of the sun, feeling no desire save to be left
+alone. Yet there were scenes of surpassing beauty unrolled before us
+at sunrise and sunset, and when the great silvery moon reflected its
+glory in the water.
+
+Had companionship been congenial no doubt every league of that journey
+would have proven a joy to be long remembered, but with Cassion beside
+me, ever seeking some excuse to make me conscious of his purpose, I
+found silence to be my most effective weapon of defense. Twice I got
+away in Père Allouez' canoe, and found pleasure in conversing,
+although I had no confidence in the priest, and knew well that my
+absence would anger Cassion.
+
+Our camps occurred wherever night overtook us and we found good
+landing place. Occasionally we went ashore earlier, and the Indians
+hunted for wild game, usually with success. In all these days and
+nights I had no glimpse of De Artigny, nor of his crew. It was not
+possible for me to question Cassion, for to do so would have aroused
+his jealous suspicion; but, as he never once referred to their
+continued absence, I became convinced that it was his orders which
+kept them ahead. No doubt it was best, as the men soon forgot the
+tragedy of Hugo Chevet's death, and after the first day I do not
+recall hearing the murder discussed.
+
+Such deeds were not uncommon, and Chevet had made no friends to
+cherish his memory. If others suspected De Artigny they felt little
+resentment or desire to punish him--and doubtless the men had
+quarreled, and the fatal knife thrust been delivered in fair fight.
+The result interested them only slightly, and none regretted the loss
+of the man killed.
+
+We made no entrance into Green Bay, for there was nothing there but a
+newly established mission station, and perhaps a hunter's camp,
+scarcely worth our wasting two days in seeking. Besides the night we
+made camp at a spot marked on the map as Point de Tour, we found
+waiting us there the advance canoe, and both De Artigny and the chief
+counseled that our course be south across the mouth of the bay. I sat
+in my tent and watched them discuss the matter in the red glow of a
+fire, but this was my only glimpse of De Artigny, until he led the way
+the next morning.
+
+Our voyage that day was a long one, and we were often beyond view of
+land, although we skirted several islands. The lake was stirred by a
+gentle breeze, yet not enough to delay our passage, and the sky above
+was cloudless. The Indian chief took the steering paddle in one of our
+boats, relieving Père Allouez, and De Artigny guided us, his canoe a
+mere black speck ahead. It was already dark when we finally attained
+the rocky shore of Port de Morts.
+
+When dawn came De Artigny and his crew had departed by order of
+Cassion, but the chief remained to take charge of the third canoe. The
+indifference the younger man had shown to my presence hurt me
+strangely--he had made no effort to approach or address me; indeed, so
+far as I was aware, had not so much as glanced in my direction. Did he
+still resent my words, or was it his consciousness of guilt, which
+held him thus aloof?
+
+Not for a moment would I believe him wholly uninterested. There had
+been that in his eyes I should never forget, and so I persuaded myself
+that he thus avoided me because he feared to anger Cassion. This was
+not at all in accord with his nature as I understood it, yet the
+explanation gave me a certain content, and I could find no better.
+Thus we resumed our journey southward along the shore, but with
+clouded skies overhead, and the water about us dull and gray.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII
+
+THE BREAK OF STORM
+
+
+We had no more pleasant weather for days, the skies being overcast and
+the wind damp and chill. It did not rain, nor were the waves
+dangerous, although choppy enough to make paddling tiresome and
+difficult.
+
+A mist obscured the view, and compelled us to cling close to the shore
+so as to prevent becoming lost in the smother, and as we dare not
+venture to strike out boldly from point to point, we lost much time in
+creeping along the curves.
+
+The canoes kept closer together, never venturing to become separated,
+and the men stationed on watch in the bows continually called to each
+other across the tossing waters in guidance. Even De Artigny kept
+within sight, and made camp with us at night, although he made no
+effort to seek me, nor did I once detect that he even glanced in my
+direction. The studied indifference of the man puzzled me more than it
+angered, but I believed it was his consciousness of guilt, rather than
+any dislike which caused his avoidance. In a way I rejoiced at his
+following this course, as I felt bound by my pledge to Cassion, and
+had no desire to further arouse the jealousy of the latter, yet I
+remained a woman, and consequently felt a measure of regret at being
+thus neglected and ignored.
+
+However I had my reward, as this state of affairs was plainly enough
+to Monsieur Cassion's liking, for his humor changed for the better, in
+spite of our slow progress, and I was pleased to note that his
+watchfulness over my movements while ashore noticeably relaxed. Once
+he ventured to speak a bold word or two, inspired possibly by my
+effort to appear more friendly, but I gave him small opportunity to
+become offensive, for the raw, disagreeable atmosphere furnished me
+with sufficient excuse to snuggle down beneath blankets, and thus
+ignore his presence.
+
+I passed most of those days thus hidden from sight, only occasionally
+lifting my head to peer out at the gray, desolate sea, or watch the
+dim, mist-shrouded coast line. It was all of a color--a gloomy, dismal
+scene, the continuance of which left me homesick and spiritless. Never
+have I felt more hopeless and alone. It seemed useless to keep up the
+struggle; with every league we penetrated deeper into the desolate
+wilderness, and now I retained not even one friend on whom I could
+rely.
+
+As Cassion evidenced his sense of victory--as I read it in his
+laughing words, and the bold glance of his eyes--there came to me a
+knowledge of defeat, which seemed to rob me of all strength and
+purpose. I was not ready to yield yet; the man only angered me, and
+yet I began dimly to comprehend that the end was inevitable--my
+courage was oozing away, and somewhere in this lonely, friendless
+wilderness the moment I dreaded would come, and I would have no power
+to resist. More than once in my solitude, hidden beneath the blankets,
+I wiped tears from my eyes as I sensed the truth; yet he never knew,
+nor did I mean he should.
+
+I had no knowledge of the date, nor a very clear conception of where
+we were, although it must have been either the fourth or fifth day
+since we left Port du Morts. The night before, we had camped at the
+mouth of a small stream, the surrounding forest growing down close to
+the shore, and so thick as to be almost impenetrable. The men had set
+up my tent so close to the water the waves broke scarcely a foot away,
+and the fire about which the others clustered for warmth was but a few
+yards distant.
+
+Wrapped in my blankets I saw De Artigny emerge from the darkness, and
+approach Cassion, who drew a map from his belt pocket, and spread it
+open on the ground in the glare of the fire. The two men bent over it,
+tracing the lines with finger tips, evidently determining their course
+for the morrow. Then De Artigny made a few notes on a scrap of paper,
+arose to his feet, and disappeared.
+
+They had scarcely exchanged a word, and the feeling of enmity between
+them was apparent. Cassion sat quiet, the map still open, and stared
+after the younger man until he vanished in the darkness. The look upon
+his face was not a pleasant one.
+
+Impelled by a sudden impulse I arose to my feet, the blanket still
+draped about my shoulders, and crossed the open space to the fire.
+Cassion, hearing the sound of my approach, glanced around, his frown
+changing instantly into a smile.
+
+"Ah, quite an adventure this," he said, adopting a tone of pleasantry.
+"The first time you have left your tent, Madame?"
+
+"The first time I have felt desire to do so," I retorted. "I feel
+curiosity to examine your map."
+
+"And waited until I was alone; I appreciate the compliment," and he
+removed his hat in mock gallantry. "There was a time when you would
+have come earlier."
+
+"Your sarcasm is quite uncalled for. You have my pledge relative to
+the Sieur de Artigny, Monsieur, which suffices. If you do not care to
+give me glimpse of your map, I will retire again."
+
+"_Pouf_! do not be so easily pricked, I spoke in jest. Ay, look at the
+paper, but the tracing is so poor 'tis no better than a guess where we
+are. Sit you down, Madame, so the fire gives light, and I will show
+you our position the best I can."
+
+"Did not De Artigny know?"
+
+"He thinks he does, but his memory is not over clear, as he was only
+over this course the once. 'Tis here he has put the mark, while my
+guess would be a few leagues beyond."
+
+I bent over, my eyes seeking the points indicated. I had seen the map
+before, yet it told me little, for I was unaccustomed to such study,
+and the few points, and streams named had no real meaning to my mind.
+The only familiar term was Chicagou Portage, and I pointed to it with
+my fingers.
+
+"Is it there we leave the lake, Monsieur?"
+
+"Ay; the rest will be river work. You see this stream? 'Tis called the
+Des Plaines, and leads into the Illinois. De Artigny says it is two
+miles inland, across a flat country. 'Twas Père Marquette who passed
+this way first, but since then many have traversed it. 'Tis like to
+take us two days to make the portage."
+
+"And way up here is Port du Morts, where we crossed the opening into
+Green Bay, and we have come since all this distance. Surely 'tis not
+far along the shore now to the portage?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu_, who knows! It looks but a step on the map, yet 'tis not
+likely the distance has ever been measured."
+
+"What said the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"Bah! the Sieur de Artigny; ever it is the Sieur de Artigny. 'Tis
+little he knows about it in my judgment. He would have it thirty
+leagues yet, but I make it we are ten leagues to the south of where he
+puts us. What, are you going already? Faith, I had hopes you might
+tarry here a while yet, and hold converse with me."
+
+I paused, in no way tempted, yet uncertain.
+
+"You had some word you wished to say, Monsieur?"
+
+"There are words enough if you would listen."
+
+"'Tis no fault of yours if I do not. But not now, Monsieur. It is
+late, and cold. We take the boats early, and I would rest while I
+can."
+
+He was on his feet, the map gripped in his hand, but made no effort to
+stop me, as I dropped him a curtsey, and retreated. But he was there
+still when I glanced back from out the safety of the tent, his
+forehead creased by a frown. When he finally turned away the map was
+crushed shapeless in his fingers.
+
+The morning dawned somewhat warmer, but with every promise of a storm,
+threatening clouds hanging above the water, sullen and menacing, their
+edges tipped with lightning. The roar of distant thunder came to our
+ears, yet there was no wind, and Cassion decided that the clouds would
+drift southward, and leave us safe passage along the shore. His canoe
+had been wrenched in making landing the evening before, and had taken
+in considerable water during the night. This was bailed out, but the
+interior was so wet and uncomfortable that I begged to be given place
+in another boat, and Cassion consented, after I had exhibited some
+temper, ordering a soldier in the sergeant's canoe to exchange places
+with me.
+
+We were the last to depart from the mouth of the stream where we had
+made night camp, and I took more than usual interest, feeling oddly
+relieved to be away from Cassion's presence for an entire day. The man
+irritated me, insisting on a freedom of speech I could not tolerate,
+thus keeping me constantly on defense, never certain when his audacity
+would break bounds. So this morning it was a relief to sit up, free of
+my blanket, and watch the men get under way.
+
+We may have proceeded for half a league, when a fog swept in toward
+the land enveloping us in its folds, although we were close enough to
+the shore so as to keep safely together, the word being passed back
+down the line, and as we drew nearer I became aware that De Artigny's
+boat had turned about, and he was endeavoring to induce Cassion to go
+ashore and make camp before the storm broke. The latter, however, was
+obstinate, claiming we were close enough for safety, and finally, in
+angry voice, insisted upon proceeding on our course.
+
+De Artigny, evidently feeling argument useless, made no reply, but I
+noticed he held back his paddlers, and permitted Cassion's canoe to
+forge ahead. He must have discovered that I was not with Monsieur, for
+I saw him stare intently at each of the other canoes, as though to
+make sure of my presence, shading his eyes with one hand, as he peered
+through the thickening mist. This action evidenced the first
+intimation I had for days of his continued interest in my welfare, and
+my heart throbbed with sudden pleasure. Whether, or not, he felt some
+premonition of danger, he certainly spoke words of instruction to his
+Indian paddlers, and so manipulated his craft as to keep not far
+distant, although slightly farther from shore, than the canoe in which
+I sat.
+
+Cassion had already vanished in the fog, which swept thicker and
+thicker along the surface of the water, the nearer boats becoming mere
+indistinct shadows. Even within my own canoe the faces of those about
+me appeared gray and blurred, as the damp vapor swept over us in dense
+clouds. It was a ghastly scene, rendered more awesome by the glare of
+lightning which seemed to split the vapor, and the sound of thunder
+reverberating from the surface of the lake.
+
+The water, a ghastly, greenish gray, heaved beneath, giving us little
+difficulty, yet terrifying in its suggestion of sullen strength, and
+the shore line was barely discernible to the left as we struggled
+forward. What obstinacy compelled Cassion to keep us at the task I
+know not--perchance a dislike to yield to De Artigny's advice--but the
+sergeant swore to himself, and turned the prow of our canoe inward,
+hugging the shore as closely as he dared, his anxious eyes searching
+every rift in the mist.
+
+Yet, dark and drear as the day was, we had no true warning of the
+approaching storm, for the vapor clinging to the water concealed from
+our sight the clouds above. When it came it burst upon us with mad
+ferocity, the wind whirling to the north, and striking us with all the
+force of three hundred miles of open sea. The mist was swept away with
+that first fierce gust, and we were struggling for life in a wild
+turmoil of waters. I had but a glimpse of it--a glimpse of wild,
+raging sea; of black, scurrying clouds, so close above I could almost
+reach out and touch them; of dimly revealed canoes flung about like
+chips, driving before the blast.
+
+Our own was hurled forward like an arrow, the Indian paddlers working
+like mad to keep stern to the wind, their long hair whipping about.
+The soldiers crouched in the bottom, clinging grimly to any support,
+their white faces exhibiting the abasement of fear. The sergeant alone
+spoke, yelling his orders, as he wielded steering paddle, his hat
+blown from his head, his face ghastly with sudden terror. It was but
+the glimpse of an instant; then a paddle broke, the canoe swung
+sideways, balanced on the crest of a wave and went over.
+
+I was conscious of cries, shrill, instantly smothered, and then I
+sank, struggling hard to keep above water, yet borne down by the
+weight of the canoe. I came up again, choking and half strangled, and
+sought to grip the boat as it whirled past. My fingers found nothing
+to cling to, slipping along the wet keel, until I went down again, but
+this time holding my breath. My water-soaked garments, and heavy shoes
+made swimming almost impossible, yet I struggled to keep face above
+water. Two men had reached the canoe, and had somehow found hold. One
+of these was an Indian, but they were already too far away to aid me,
+and in another moment had vanished in the white crested waves. Not
+another of our boat's crew was visible, nor could I be sure of where
+the shore lay.
+
+Twice I went down, waves breaking over me, and flinging me about like
+a cork. Yet I was conscious, though strangely dazed and hopeless. I
+struggled, but more as if in a dream than in reality. Something black,
+shapeless, seemed to sweep past me through the water; it was borne
+high on a wave, and I flung up my hands in protection; I felt myself
+gripped, lifted partially, then the grasp failed, and I dropped back
+into the churning water. The canoe, or whatever else it was, was gone,
+swept remorselessly past by the raging wind, but as I came up again to
+the surface a hand clasped me, drew me close until I had grip on a
+broad shoulder.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII
+
+ALONE WITH DE ARTIGNY
+
+
+Beyond this I knew nothing; with the coming of help, the sense that I
+was no longer struggling unaided for life in those treacherous waters,
+all strength and consciousness left me. When I again awoke, dazed,
+trembling, a strange blur before my eyes, I was lying upon a sandy
+beach, with a cliff towering above me, its crest tree-lined, and I
+could hear the dash of waves breaking not far distant. I endeavored to
+raise myself to look about, but sank back helpless, fairly struggling
+for breath. An arm lifted my head from the sand, and I stared into a
+face bending above me, at first without recollection.
+
+"Lie still a moment," said a voice gently. "You will breathe easier
+shortly, and regain strength."
+
+I knew my fingers closed on the man's hand convulsively, but the water
+yet blinded my eyes. He must have perceived this for he wiped my face
+with a cloth, and it was then I perceived his face clearly, and
+remembered.
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny!" I exclaimed.
+
+"Of course," he answered. "Who else should it be, Madame? Please do
+not regret my privilege."
+
+"Your privilege; 'tis a strange word you choose, Monsieur," I
+faltered, not yet having control of myself. "Surely I have granted
+none."
+
+"Perchance not, as there was small chance," he answered, evidently
+attempting to speak lightly. "Nor could I wait to ask your leave; yet
+surely I may esteem it a privilege to bring you ashore alive."
+
+"It was you then who saved me? I scarcely understood, Monsieur; I lost
+consciousness, and am dazed in mind. You leaped into the water from
+the canoe?"
+
+"Yes; there was no other course left me. My boat was beyond yours, a
+few yards farther out in the lake, when the storm struck. We were
+partially prepared, for I felt assured there would be trouble."
+
+"You told Monsieur Cassion so," I interrupted, my mind clearing. "It
+was to bring him warning you returned."
+
+"I urged him to land until we could be assured of good weather. My
+Indians agreed with me."
+
+"And he refused to listen; then you permitted your canoe to fall
+behind; you endeavored to keep close to the boat I was in--was that
+not true, Monsieur?"
+
+He laughed, but very softly, and the grave look did not desert his
+eyes.
+
+"You noted me then! Faith, I had no thought you so much as glanced
+toward us. Well, and why should I not? Is it not a man's duty to seek
+to guard your safety in such an hour? Monsieur Cassion did not realize
+the peril, for he knows naught of the treachery of this lake, while I
+have witnessed its sudden storms before, and learned to fear them. So
+I deemed it best to be near at hand. For that you cannot chide me."
+
+"No, no, Monsieur," and I managed to sit up, and escape the pressure
+of his arm. "To do that would be the height of ingratitude. Surely I
+should have died but for your help, yet I hardly know now what
+occurred--you sprang from the canoe?"
+
+"Ay, when I found all else useless. Never did I feel more deadly
+blast; no craft such as ours could face it. We were to your left and
+rear when your canoe capsized, and I bore down toward where you
+struggled in the water. An Indian got grip upon you as we swept by,
+but the craft dipped so that he let go, and then I jumped, for we
+could never come back, and that was the only chance. This is the whole
+story, Madame, except that by God's help, I got you ashore."
+
+I looked into his face, impressed by the seriousness with which he
+spoke.
+
+"I--I thank you, Monsieur," I said, and held out my hand. "It was most
+gallant. Are we alone here? Where are the others?"
+
+"I do not know, Madame," he answered, his tone now that of formal
+courtesy. "'Tis but a short time since we reached this spot, and the
+storm yet rages. May I help you to stand, so you may perceive better
+our situation."
+
+He lifted me to my feet, and I stood erect, my clothes dripping wet,
+and my limbs trembling so that I grasped his arm for support, and
+glanced anxiously about. We were on a narrow sand beach, at the edge
+of a small cove, so protected the waters were comparatively calm,
+although the trees above bowed to the blast, and out beyond the
+headland I could see huge waves, whitened with foam, and perceive the
+clouds of spray flung up by the rocks. It was a wild scene, the roar
+of the breakers loud and continuous, and the black clouds flying above
+with dizzy rapidity. All the horror which I had just passed through
+seemed typified in the scene, and I covered my face with my hands.
+
+"You--you think they--they are all gone?" I asked, forcing the words
+from me.
+
+"Oh, no," he answered eagerly, and his hand touched me. "Do not give
+way to that thought. I doubt if any in your canoe made shore, but the
+others need not be in great danger. They could run before the storm
+until they found some opening in the coast line to yield protection.
+The sergeant was no _voyageur_, and when one of the paddles broke he
+steered wrong. With an Indian there you would have floated."
+
+"Then what can we do?"
+
+"There is naught that I see, but wait. Monsieur Cassion will be blown
+south, but will return when the storm subsides to seek you. No doubt
+he will think you dead, yet will scarcely leave without search. See,
+the sky grows lighter already, and the wind is less fierce. It would
+be my thought to attain the woods yonder, and build a fire to dry our
+clothes; the air chills."
+
+I looked where he pointed, up a narrow rift in the rocks, yet scarcely
+felt strength or courage to attempt the ascent. He must have read this
+in my face, and seen my form shiver as the wind struck my wet
+garments, for he made instant decision.
+
+"Ah, I have a better thought than that, for you are too weak to
+attempt the climb. Here, lie down, Madame, and I will cover you with
+the sand. It is warm and dry. Then I will clamber up yonder, and fling
+wood down; 'twill be but a short time until we have a cheerful blaze
+here."
+
+I shook my head, but he would listen to no negative, and so, at last,
+I yielded to his insistence, and he piled the white sand over me until
+all but my face was covered. To me the position was ridiculous enough,
+yet I appreciated the warmth and protection, and he toiled with
+enthusiasm, his tongue as busy as his hands in effort to make me
+comfortable.
+
+"'Tis the best thing possible; the warmth of your body will dry your
+clothes. Ah, it is turning out a worthy adventure, but will soon be
+over with. The storm is done already, although the waves still beat
+the shore fiercely. 'Tis my thought Monsieur Cassion will be back
+along this way ere dusk, and a canoe can scarce go past without being
+seen while daylight lasts, and at night we will keep a fire. There, is
+that better? You begin to feel warm?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Then lie still, and do not worry. All will come out right in a few
+hours more. Now I will go above, and throw down some dry wood. I shall
+not be out of sight more than a few minutes."
+
+From where I lay, my head on a hummock of sand, my body completely
+buried, I could watch him scale the rocks, making use of the rift in
+the face of the cliff, and finding no great difficulty. At the top he
+looked back, waved his hand, and then disappeared among the trees. All
+was silent about me, except for the dash of distant waves, and the
+rustle of branches far overhead. I gazed up at the sky, where the
+clouds were thinning, giving glimpses of faintest blue, and began to
+collect my own thoughts, and realize my situation.
+
+In spite of my promise to Cassion I was here alone with De Artigny,
+helpless to escape his presence, or to be indifferent for the service
+he had rendered me. Nor had I slightest wish to escape. Even although
+it should be proven that the man was the murderer of my uncle, I could
+not break the influence he had over me, and now, when it was not
+proven, I simply must struggle to believe that he could be the
+perpetrator of the deed. All that I seemed truly conscious of was a
+relief at being free from the companionship of Cassion. I wanted to be
+alone, relieved from his attentions, and the fear of what he might
+attempt next. Beyond this my mind did not go, for I felt weak from the
+struggle in the water, and a mere desire to lie quiet and rest took
+possession of all my faculties.
+
+De Artigny appeared at the edge of the cliff, and called to reassure
+me of his presence. He had his arms filled with broken bits of wood
+which were tossed to the sand, and, a moment later, he descended the
+rift in the wall, and paused beside me.
+
+"No sign of anyone up there," he said, and I felt not regretfully.
+"The canoes must have been blown some distance down the coast."
+
+"Were you able to see far?"
+
+"Ay, several leagues, for we are upon a headland, and there is a wide
+sweep of bay below. The shore line is abrupt, and the waves still
+high. Indeed I saw no spot in all that distance where a boat might
+make safe landing. Are you becoming dry?"
+
+"I am at least warm, and already feel much stronger. Would it not be
+best, Monsieur, for us to scale the cliff, and wait our rescuers
+there, where we can keep lookout?"
+
+"If you feel able to climb the rocks, although the passage is not
+difficult. A boat might pass us by here and never be seen, or know of
+our presence, unless we keep up a fire."
+
+I held out my hand to him, and he helped me to my feet. The warmth of
+the sand while it had not entirely dried my clothing, had given me
+fresh vigor, and I stood erect, requiring no assistance. With this
+knowledge a new assurance seemed to take possession of me, and I
+looked about, and smiled.
+
+"I am glad to know you can laugh," he said eagerly. "I have felt that
+our being thus shipwrecked together was not altogether to your
+liking."
+
+"And why?" I asked, pretending surprise. "Being shipwrecked, of
+course, could scarcely appeal to me, but I am surely not ungrateful to
+you for saving my life."
+
+"As to that, I did no more than any man might be expected to do," he
+protested. "But you have avoided me for weeks past, and it can
+scarcely be pleasant now to be alone with me here."
+
+"Avoided you! Rather should I affirm it was your own choice, Monsieur.
+If I recall aright I gave you my confidence once, long ago on the
+Ottawa, and you refused my request of assistance. Since then you have
+scarcely been of our party."
+
+He hesitated, as though doubtful of what he had best say.
+
+"It was never through indifference as to your welfare," he answered at
+last, "but obedience to orders. I am but an employee on this
+expedition."
+
+My eyes met his.
+
+"Did Monsieur Cassion command that you keep in advance?" I asked, "and
+make your night camps beyond those of the main company?"
+
+"Those were his special orders, for which I saw no need, except
+possibly his desire to keep us separated. Yet I did not know his
+reason, nor was it my privilege to ask. Had Monsieur Cassion any
+occasion to distrust me?"
+
+"I know not as to occasion, Monsieur, but he left Quebec disliking you
+because of our conference there, and some words La Barre spoke gave
+him fresh suspicion that you and I were friends, and should be
+watched. I do not altogether blame the man for he learned early that I
+thought little of him, and held it no honor to be his wife. Yet that
+distrust would have died, no doubt, had it not been fanned into flame
+by accident.
+
+"I was kept in his boat, and every instant guarded by either himself,
+or Père Allouez, his faithful servitor, until long after we passed
+Montreal, and entered the wilderness. That day I met you on the bluff
+was the first opportunity I had found to be alone. Your crew were
+beyond the rapids, and Cassion felt there could be no danger in
+yielding me liberty, although, had the _père_ not been ill, 'tis
+doubtful if I had been permitted to disappear alone."
+
+"But he knew naught of our meeting?"
+
+"You mistake, Monsieur. Scarcely had you gone when he appeared, and,
+by chance, noted your footprints, and traced them to where you
+descended the cliff. Of course he had no proof, and I admitted
+nothing, yet he knew the truth, and sought to pledge me not to speak
+with you again."
+
+"And you made such pledge?"
+
+"No; I permitted him to believe that I did, for otherwise there would
+have been an open quarrel. From then until now we have never met."
+
+"No," he burst forth, "but I have been oftentimes nearer you than you
+thought. I could not forget what you said to me at that last meeting,
+or the appeal you made for my assistance. I realize the position you
+are in, Madame, married by force to a man you despise, a wife only in
+name, and endeavoring to protect yourself by wit alone. I could not
+forget all this, nor be indifferent. I have been in your camp at
+night--ay, more than once--dreaming I might be of some aid to you, and
+to assure myself of your safety."
+
+"You have guarded me?"
+
+"As best I could, without arousing the wrath of Monsieur Cassion. You
+are not angry? it was but the duty of a friend."
+
+"No, I am not angry, Monsieur, yet it was not needed. I do not fear
+Cassion, so long as I can protect myself, for if he attempts evil it
+will find some form of treachery. But, Monsieur, later I gave him the
+pledge he asked."
+
+"The pledge! What pledge?"
+
+"That I would neither meet, nor communicate with you until our arrival
+at Fort St. Louis."
+
+My eyes fell before his earnest gaze, and I felt my limbs tremble.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! Why? There was some special cause?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur--listen. Do not believe this is my thought, yet I must
+tell you the truth. Hugo Chevet was found dead, murdered, at St.
+Ignace. 'Twas the morning of our departure, and your boat had already
+gone. Cassion accused you of the crime, as some of the men saw you
+coming from the direction where the body was found late at night, and
+others reported that you two had quarreled the evening before. Cassion
+would have tried you offhand, using his authority as commander of the
+expedition, but promised not to file charges until we reached St.
+Louis, if I made pledge--'twas then I gave him my word."
+
+De Artigny straightened up, the expression on his face one of profound
+astonishment.
+
+"He--he accused me," he asked, "of murder to win your promise?"
+
+"No, Monsieur; he believed the charge true, and I pledged myself to
+assure you a fair trial."
+
+"Then you believed also that I was guilty of the foul crime?"
+
+I caught my breath, yet there was nothing for me to do but give him a
+frank answer.
+
+"I--I have given no testimony, Monsieur," I faltered, "but I--I saw
+you in the moonlight bending over Chevet's dead body."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+WE EXCHANGE CONFIDENCES
+
+
+My eyes fell before his; I could not look into his face, yet I had a
+sense that he was actually glad to hear my words. There was no anger,
+rather happiness and relief in the gray eyes.
+
+"And you actually believed I struck the blow? You thought me capable
+of driving a knife into the man's back to gain revenge?"
+
+"Monsieur, what could I think?" I urged eagerly. "It did not seem
+possible, yet I saw you with my own eyes. You knew of the murder, but
+you made no report, raised no alarm, and in the morning your boat was
+gone before the body was found by others."
+
+"True, yet there was a reason which I can confess to you. You also
+discovered the body that night, yet aroused no alarm. I saw you. Why
+did you remain silent? Was it to protect me from suspicion?"
+
+I bent my head, but failed to find words with which to answer. De
+Artigny scarcely permitted me time.
+
+"That is the truth; your silence tells me it was for my sake you
+remained still. Is it not possible, Adele, that my purpose was the
+same? Listen to me, my girl, and have faith in my words--I am not
+guilty of Hugo Chevet's death. I did not like the man, it is true, and
+we exchanged words in anger while loading the boats, but I never gave
+the matter second thought. That was not the first night of this
+journey that I sought to assure myself of your safety.
+
+"I know Monsieur Cassion, and of what he is capable, and felt that
+some time there would occur between you a struggle--so at every
+camping place, where it was possible, I have watched. It was for that
+purpose I approached the Mission House. I gained glimpse within, and
+saw Cassion asleep on a bench, and knew you had retired to the chamber
+above. I was satisfied, and started to return to the camp. On my way
+back I found Chevet's body at the edge of the wood. I discovered how
+he had been killed--a knife thrust in the back."
+
+"But you made no report; raised no alarm."
+
+"I was confused, unable to decide what was best for me to do. I had no
+business being there. My first impulse was to arouse the Mission
+House; my second to return to camp, and tell the men there. With this
+last purpose in view I entered the wood to descend the hill, but had
+hardly done so when I caught sight of you in the moonlight, and
+remained there hidden, watching your movements with horror. I saw you
+go straight to the body, assure yourself the man was dead; then return
+to the Mission House, and enter your room by way of the kitchen roof.
+Do you realize what your actions naturally meant to me?"
+
+I stared at him, scarcely able to speak, yet in some way my lips
+formed words.
+
+"You--you thought I did it?"
+
+"What else could I think? You were hiding there; you examined the
+body; you crept secretly in through the window, and gave no alarm."
+
+The horror of it all struck me like a blow, and I covered my eyes with
+my hands, no longer able to restrain my sobs. De Artigny caught my
+hands, and uncovered my face.
+
+"Do not break down, little girl," he entreated. "It is better so, for
+now we understand each other. You sought to shield me, and I
+endeavored to protect you. 'Twas a strange misunderstanding, and, but
+for the accident to the canoe, might have had a tragic ending."
+
+"You would never have told?"
+
+"Of seeing you there? of suspecting you? Could you think that
+possible?"
+
+"But you would have been condemned; the evidence was all against
+you."
+
+"Let us not talk of that now," he insisted. "We have come back to a
+faith in each other. You believe my word?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And I yours."
+
+His hand clasp tightened, and there was that in his eyes which
+frightened me.
+
+"No, no, Monsieur," I exclaimed, and drew back quickly. "Do not say
+more, for I am here with you alone, and there will be trouble enough
+when Cassion returns."
+
+"Do I not know that," he said, yet releasing my hands. "Still it
+can surely do no harm for us to understand each other. You care
+nothing for Cassion; you dislike, despise the man, and there is
+naught sacred in your marriage. We are in the wilderness, not
+Quebec, and La Barre has little authority here. You have protected me
+with your silence--was it not because you cared for me?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; you have been my friend."
+
+"Your friend! Is that all?"
+
+"Is that not enough, Monsieur? I like you well; I would save you from
+injustice. You could not respect me if I said more, for I am Monsieur
+Cassion's wife by rite of Holy Church. I do not fear him--he is a
+coward; but I fear dishonor, Monsieur, for I am Adele la Chesnayne. I
+would respect myself, and you."
+
+The light of conquest vanished from the gray eyes. For a moment he
+stood silent and motionless; then he drew a step backward, and bowed.
+
+"Your rebuke is just, Madame," he said soberly.
+
+"We of the frontier grow careless in a land where might is right, and
+I have had small training save in camp and field. I crave your pardon
+for my offense."
+
+So contrite was his expression I had to smile, realizing for the first
+time the depth of his interest in my good will, yet the feeling which
+swayed me was not altogether that of pleasure. He was not one to yield
+so quietly, or to long restrain the words burning his tongue, yet I
+surrendered to my first impulse, and extended my hand.
+
+"There is nothing to pardon, Sieur de Artigny," I said frankly. "There
+is no one to whom I owe more of courtesy than you. I trust you fully,
+and believe your word, and in return I ask the same faith. Under the
+conditions confronting us we must aid each other. We have both made
+mistakes in thus endeavoring to shield one another from suspicion,
+and, as a result, are both equally in peril. Our being alone together
+here will enrage Monsieur Cassion, and he will use all his power for
+revenge. My testimony will only make your case more desperate should I
+confess what I know, and you might cast suspicion upon me--"
+
+"You do not believe I would."
+
+"No, I do not, and yet, perchance, it might be better for us both if I
+made full confession. I hesitate merely because Cassion would doubt my
+word; would conclude that I merely sought to protect you. Before
+others--fair-minded judges at St. Louis--I should have no hesitancy in
+telling the whole story, for there is nothing I did of which I am
+ashamed, but here, where Cassion has full authority, such a confession
+would mean your death."
+
+"He would not dare; I am an officer of the Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"The more reason why he would. I know Monsieur Cassion even better
+than you do. He has conversed with me pretty freely in the boat, and
+made clear his hatred of La Salle, and his desire to do him evil. No
+fear of your chief will ever deter him, for he believes La Barre has
+sufficient power now in this country to compel obedience. I overheard
+the Governor's orders to keep you under close surveillance, and
+Cassion will jump at the chance of finding you guilty of crime. Now my
+broken pledge gives him ample excuse."
+
+"But it was not broken except through necessity," he urged. "He surely
+cannot blame you because I saved your life."
+
+"I doubt if that has slightest weight. All he will care about is our
+being here alone together. That fact will obscure all else in his
+mind."
+
+"He believes then that you feel interest in me?"
+
+"I have never denied it; the fact which rankles, however, is his
+knowledge that I feel no interest whatever in him. But we waste time,
+Monsieur, in fruitless discussion. Our only course is a discovery of
+Hugo Chevet's real murderer. Know you anything to warrant suspicion?"
+
+De Artigny did not answer at once, his eyes looking out on the white
+crested waters of the lake.
+
+"No, Madame," he said at length gravely. "The last time Chevet was
+seen alive, so far as I now know, was when he left the boats in
+company with Monsieur Cassion to return to the Mission House."
+
+"At dusk?"
+
+"It was already quite dark."
+
+"They did not arrive together, and Cassion reported that Chevet had
+remained at the beach in charge of the canoes."
+
+"You saw Cassion when he arrived?"
+
+"Yes, and before; I was at the window, and watched him approach across
+the open space. He was alone, and appeared at ease."
+
+"What did he do, and say, after he entered the house?"
+
+"Absolutely nothing to attract notice; he seemed very weary, and, as
+soon as he had eaten, lay down on the bench, and fell asleep."
+
+"Are you sure he slept?"
+
+"I felt no doubt; there was nothing strange about his actions, but as
+soon as possible I left the room. You surely do not suspect him?"
+
+"He was the last to be seen with Chevet; they left the beach together,
+yet the murdered man failed to appear at the Mission House, and
+Cassion falsely reported him left in charge at the beach."
+
+"But no one could act so indifferent, after just committing such a
+crime. When you looked in through the window what did you see?"
+
+"Only the priests about the table talking, and Cassion seemingly sound
+asleep. Could there be any reason why he should desire the death of
+Chevet?"
+
+"I know of none. My uncle felt bitter over the concealment of my
+fortune, and no doubt the two had exchanged words, but there was no
+open quarrel. Chevet was rough and headstrong, yet he was not killed
+in fight, for the knife thrust was from behind."
+
+"Ay, a coward's blow. Chevet possessed no papers of value?"
+
+I shook my head.
+
+"If so, no mention was ever made to me. But, Monsieur, you are still
+wet, and must be cold in this wind. Why do you not build the fire, and
+dry your clothing?"
+
+"The wind does have an icy feel," he admitted, "but this is a poor
+spot. Up yonder in the wood shadow there is more warmth, and besides
+it affords better outlook for the canoes. Have you strength now to
+climb the bluff?"
+
+"The path did not appear difficult, and it is dreary enough here. I
+will try."
+
+I did not even require his aid, and was at the top nearly as soon as
+he. It was a pleasant spot, a heavy forest growing almost to the edge,
+but with green carpet of grass on which one could rest, and gaze off
+across the wide waste of waters. Yet there was little to attract the
+eyes except the ceaseless roll of the waves, and the curve of the
+coast line, against which the breakers still thundered, casting high
+in air their white spray. It was a wild, desolate scene, a wilderness
+wherever the eyes turned.
+
+I stood silent, gazing to the southward, but there were no canoes
+visible, although the storm had ceased, and the waves were no longer
+high enough to prevent their return. They must have been driven below
+the distant point, and possibly so injured as to make repairs
+necessary. When I finally turned away I found that De Artigny had
+already lighted a fire with flint and steel in a little hollow within
+the forest. He called to me to join him.
+
+"There is nothing to see," he said, "and the warmth is welcome. You
+had no glimpse of the boats?"
+
+"No," I admitted. "Do you really believe they survived?"
+
+"There was no reason why they should not, if properly handled. I have
+controlled canoes in far worse storms. They are doubtless safely
+ashore beyond the point yonder."
+
+"And will return seeking us?"
+
+"Seeking you, at least. Cassion will learn what occurred, and
+certainly will never depart without seeking to discover if you are
+alive. The thought that you may be with me will only serve to spur him
+to quicker action. My fear is he may be delayed by some accident, and
+we might suffer from lack of food."
+
+"I had not thought how helpless we were."
+
+"Oh, we are not desperate," and he laughed, getting up from his knees.
+"You forget I am bred to this life, and have been alone in the
+wilderness without arms before. The woods are full of game, and it is
+not difficult to construct traps, and the waters are filled with fish
+which I will devise some means of catching. You are not afraid to be
+left alone?"
+
+"No," in surprise. "Where are you going?"
+
+"To learn more of our surroundings, and arrange some traps for wild
+game. I will not be away long but someone should remain here to signal
+any canoe returning in search."
+
+I watched him disappear among the trees, without regret, or slightest
+sense of fear at thus being left alone. The fire burned brightly, and
+I rested where the grateful warmth put new life into my body. The
+silence was profound, depressing, and a sense of intense loneliness
+stole over me. I felt a desire to get away from the gloom of the
+woods, and climbed the bank to where I could look out once more across
+the waters.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+I CHOOSE MY DUTY
+
+
+The view outspread before me revealed nothing new; the same dread
+waste of water extended to the horizon, while down the shore no
+movement was visible. As I rested there, oppressed by the loneliness,
+I felt little hope that the others of our party had escaped without
+disaster.
+
+De Artigny's words of cheer had been spoken merely to encourage me, to
+make me less despondent. Deep down in his heart the man doubted the
+possibility of those frail canoes withstanding the violence of the
+storm. It was this thought which had made him so anxious to secure
+food, for, if the others survived, and would return seeking us, as he
+asserted, surely they would appear before nightfall, and there would
+be no necessity for our snaring wild game in order to preserve life.
+
+De Artigny did not believe his own words; I even suspicioned that he
+had gone now alone to explore the shore-line; seeking to discover the
+truth, and the real fate of our companions. At first this conception
+of our situation startled me, and yet, strange as it may seem, my
+realization brought no deep regret. I was conscious of a feeling of
+freedom, of liberty, such as had not been mine since we departed from
+Quebec. I was no longer watched, spied upon, my every movement
+ordered, my speech criticized. More, I was delivered from the hated
+presence of Cassion, ever reminding me that I was his wife, and
+continually threatening to exercise his authority. Ay, and I was with
+De Artigny, alone with him, and the joy of this was so deep that I
+came to a sudden realization of the truth--I loved him.
+
+In a way I must have known this before, yet, not until that moment,
+did the fact dawn upon me in full acknowledgement. I sank my head on
+my hands, my breath quickened by surprise, by shame, and felt my
+cheeks burn. I loved him, and believed he loved me. I knew then that
+all the happiness of life centered in this one fact; while between us
+arose the shadow of Cassion, my husband. True I loved him not; true I
+was to him wife only in name; true our marriage was a thing of shame,
+yet no less a fact, no less a barrier. I was a La Chesnayne to whom
+honor was a religion; a Catholic bowing humbly to the vow of Holy
+Church; a Frenchwoman taught that marriage was a sacred rite.
+
+The knowledge of my love for De Artigny brought me more fear than
+pleasure. I dare not dream, or hope; I must escape his presence while
+I retained moral strength to resist temptation. I got to my feet, not
+knowing what I could do, yet with a wild conception of returning to
+the beach, and seeking to find a passage southward. I would go now
+along the shore, before De Artigny came back, and meet those returning
+canoes. In such action lay my only safety--he would find me gone,
+would trace me along the sand, yet before I could be caught, I would
+have met the others, and thus escape the peril of being alone with him
+again.
+
+Even as I reached this decision, something arose in my throat and
+choked me, for my eyes saw just outside the curve of the shore-line, a
+canoe emerge from the shadows of the bluff. I cannot picture the
+reaction, the sudden shrinking fear which, in that instant, mastered
+me. They were coming, seeking me; coming to drag me back into slavery;
+coming to denounce De Artigny of crime, and demand his life.
+
+I know not which thought dominated me--my own case, or his; but I
+realized instantly what course Cassion would pursue. His hatred of De
+Artigny would be fanned into flame by discovery that we were alone
+together. He possessed the power, the authority to put this man
+forever out of his way. To save him there remained but one possible
+plan--he must reach Fort St. Louis, and friends before Cassion could
+bring him to trial. It was in my power to permit his escape from
+discovery, mine alone. If I did otherwise I should be his murderer.
+
+I sank down out of sight, yet my decision was made in an instant. It
+did not seem to me then as though any other course could be taken.
+That De Artigny was innocent I had no doubt. I loved him, this I no
+longer denied to myself; and I could not possibly betray the man to
+the mad vengeance of Cassion. I peered forth, across the ridge of
+earth concealing me from observation, at the distant canoe. It was too
+far away for me to be certain of its occupants, yet I assured myself
+that Indians were at the paddles, while three others, whose dress
+designated them as whites, occupied places in the boat. The craft kept
+close to the shore, evidently searching for any sign of the lost
+canoe, and the man in the stern stood up, pointing, and evidently
+giving orders. There was that about the fellow's movements to convince
+me he must be Cassion, and the very sight of him strengthened my
+resolve.
+
+I turned, and ran down the bank to where the fire yet glowed dully in
+the hollow, emitting a faint spiral of blue smoke, dug dirt up with my
+hands, and covered the coals, until they were completely extinguished.
+Then I crept back to the bluff summit, and lay down to watch.
+
+The canoe rounded the curve in the shore, and headed straight across
+toward where I rested in concealment. Their course would keep them too
+far away from the little strip of sand on which we had landed to
+observe the imprint of our feet, or the pile of wood De Artigny had
+flung down. I observed this with an intense feeling of relief, as I
+peered cautiously out from my covert.
+
+I could see now clearly the faces of those in the canoe--the dark,
+expressionless countenances of the Indians, and the three white men,
+all gazing intently at the shore line, as they swept past, a soldier
+in the bow, and Père Allouez and Cassion at the stern, the latter
+standing, gripping the steering paddle. The sound of his rasping,
+disagreeable voice reached me first.
+
+"This is the spot," he exclaimed, pointing. "I saw that headland just
+before the storm struck. But there is no wreck here, no sign of
+landing. What is your judgment, Père?"
+
+"That further search is useless, Monsieur," answered the priest. "We
+have covered the entire coast, and found no sign of any survivor; no
+doubt they were all lost."
+
+"'Tis likely true, for there was small hope for any swimmer in such a
+sea." Cassion's eyes turned to the others in the boat. "And you,
+Descartes, you were in the canoe with the Sieur de Artigny, tell us
+again what happened, and if this be not the place."
+
+The soldier in the bow lifted his head.
+
+"I know little of the place, Monsieur," he answered gruffly, "though
+it would seem as if I recalled the forked tree yonder, showing through
+a rift in the fog. All I know is that one of the paddles broke in the
+sergeant's canoe, and over they went into the water. 'Twas as quick as
+that," and he snapped his fingers, "and then a head or two bobbed up,
+but the canoe swept over them, and down they went again. Sieur de
+Artigny held our steering paddle, and, in an instant, he swung us that
+way, and there was the lady struggling. I reached out and touched her,
+but lost hold, and then the Sieur de Artigny leaped overboard, and the
+storm whirled us off into the fog. I saw no more."
+
+"You do not know that he reached her?"
+
+"No, Monsieur; the lady sank when I lost my grip; I do not even know
+if she came up again."
+
+Cassion stood motionless, staring intently at the bluff. I almost
+thought he must have seen me, but there was no outcry, and finally he
+seated himself.
+
+"Go on, round the long point yonder, and if there is no sign there we
+will return," he said grimly. "'Tis my thought they were all drowned,
+and there is no need of our seeking longer. Pull on boys, and let us
+finish the job."
+
+They rounded the point, the Père talking earnestly, but the canoe so
+far away I could not overhear his words. Cassion paid small heed to
+what he urged, but, at last, angrily bade him be still, and, after a
+glance into the narrow basin beyond, swung the bow of the canoe about,
+and headed it southward, the return course further off shore. The
+Indians paddled with renewed energy, and, in a few moments, they were
+so far away their faces were indistinguishable, and I ventured to sit
+on the bank, my gaze still on the vanishing canoe.
+
+So intent was I that I heard no sound of approaching footsteps, and
+knew nothing of De Artigny's presence until he spoke.
+
+"What is that yonder--a canoe?"
+
+I started, shrinking back, suddenly realizing what I had done, and the
+construction he might place upon my action.
+
+"Yes," I answered faintly, "it--it is a canoe."
+
+"But it is headed south; it is going away," he paused, gazing into my
+face. "Did it not come this far?"
+
+I hesitated; he had furnished me with an excuse, a reason. I could
+permit him to believe the boat had not approached close enough to be
+signaled. It was, for an instant, a temptation, yet as I looked into
+his eyes I could not tell the lie. More, I felt the uselessness of any
+such attempt to deceive; he would discover the fire extinguished by
+dirt thrown on it, and thus learn the truth. Far better that I confess
+frankly, and justify my action.
+
+"The canoe came here," I faltered, my voice betraying me. "It went
+around the point yonder, and then returned."
+
+"And you made no signal? You let them go, believing us dead?"
+
+I could not look at him, and I felt my cheeks burn with shame.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; but listen. No, do not touch me. Perhaps it was all
+wrong, yet I thought it right. I lay here, hidden from view, and
+watched them; I extinguished the fire so they could not see the smoke.
+They came so near I could hear their voices, and distinguish their
+words, yet I let them pass."
+
+"Who were in the canoe?"
+
+"Besides the Indians, Cassion, Père Allouez, and the soldier
+Descartes."
+
+"He was with me."
+
+"So I learned from his tale; 'twas he who sought to lift me from the
+water, and failed. Do you realize, Monsieur, why I chose to remain
+unseen? Why I have done what must seem an unwomanly act?"
+
+He was still gazing after the canoe, now a mere speck amid the waste
+of waters, but turned and looked into my face.
+
+"No, Madame, yet I cannot deem your reason an unworthy one--yet wait;
+could it be fear for my life?"
+
+"It was that, and that only, Monsieur. The truth came to me in a flash
+when I first perceived the canoe approaching yonder. I felt that hate
+rather than love urged Cassion to make search for us. He knew of your
+attempt at rescue, and if he found us here together alone, he would
+care for nothing save revenge. He has the power, the authority to
+condemn you, and have you shot. I saw no way to preserve your life,
+but to keep you out of his grip, until you were with your friends at
+Fort St. Louis."
+
+"You sacrificed yourself for me?"
+
+"'Tis no more than you did when you leaped from the canoe."
+
+"_Pah_, that was a man's work; but now you risk more than life; you
+peril reputation--"
+
+"No, Monsieur; no more, at least, than it was already imperiled.
+Cassion need never know that I saw his searching party, and surely no
+one can justly blame me for being rescued from death. One does not
+ask, in such a moment, who the rescuer is. I feel I have chosen right,
+Monsieur, and yet I must trust you to never cause me to regret that I
+am the wife of Monsieur Cassion."
+
+To my surprise his face brightened, his eyes smiling, as he bowed low
+before me.
+
+"Your confidence shall not be betrayed, Madame," he said gallantly. "I
+pledge you my discretion whatever circumstances may arise. There is no
+cur in the De Artigny strain, and I fight my own battles. Some day I
+shall be face to face with Francois Cassion, and if then I fail to
+strike home it will be memory of your faith which restrains my hand.
+And now I rejoice that I can make your sacrifice less grievous."
+
+"In what way, Monsieur?"
+
+"In that we are no longer entirely alone in our wilderness adventure.
+I have fortunately brought back with me a comrade, whose presence will
+rob Cassion of some sharpness of tongue. Shall we go meet him?"
+
+"Meet him! a man, you mean? One rescued from the canoe?"
+
+"No, but more likely to serve us a good turn--a soldier under Monsieur
+de la Durantaye, who has camp below at the portage to the Des Plaines.
+Out yonder I ran onto him, bearing some message from Green Bay--an odd
+fellow, but with a gun at his shoulder, and a tongue with which to
+tell the truth on occasion. Come, Madame, there is naught now you need
+to fear."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI
+
+WE DECIDE OUR COURSE
+
+
+With a feeling of relief in my heart, a sense that my reputation was
+safe, and that the good God had set the seal of His approval on the
+choice made, I accepted De Artigny's outstretched hand, and permitted
+him to assist me down the bank. The new arrival was just within the
+edge of the forest, bending over a freshly kindled fire, barely
+commencing to blaze, and beside him on the grass lay a wild fowl,
+already plucked of its feathers. So intent was the fellow at his task,
+he did not even lift his head until my companion hailed him.
+
+"Barbeau, here is the lady of whom I spoke--the wife of Monsieur
+Cassion."
+
+He stood up, and made me a salute as though I were an officer, as odd
+a looking little man as ever I had seen, with a small, peaked face, a
+mop of black hair, and a pair of shrewd, humorous eyes. His dress was
+that of a _courier du bois_, with no trace of uniform save the blue
+forage cap gripped in one hand, yet he stood stiff as if on parade. In
+spite of his strange, uncouth appearance there was that in his face
+which won my favor, and I held out my hand.
+
+"You are a soldier of France, Monsieur de Artigny tells me."
+
+"Yes, Madame, of the Regiment Carignan-Salliers," he answered.
+
+"I wonder have you served long? My father was an officer in that
+command--Captain la Chesnayne."
+
+The expression on the man's face changed magically.
+
+"You the daughter of Captain la Chesnayne," he exclaimed, the words
+bursting forth uncontrolled, "and married to Cassion! how can this
+be?"
+
+"You knew him then--my father?"
+
+"Ay, Madame; I was with him at the Richelieu, at the village of the
+Mohawks; and at Bois le Blanc, where he died. I am Jacques Barbeau, a
+soldier for twenty years; did he not speak to you of me?"
+
+"I was but a girl when he was killed, and we seldom met, for he was
+usually on campaign. Yet what do you mean by thus expressing surprise
+at my marriage to Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+He hesitated, evidently regretting his impulsive speech, and glancing
+from my face into the stern eyes of De Artigny.
+
+"Monsieur, Madame, I spoke hastily; it was not my place."
+
+"That may be true, Barbeau," replied the Sieur grimly, "yet the words
+have been said, and the lady has a right to have them explained. Was
+there quarrel between her father and this Francois Cassion?"
+
+"Ay, there was, and bitter, although I know nothing as to the cause.
+Cassion, and La Barre--he whom I now hear is Governor of New
+France--were alike opposed to Captain la Chesnayne, and but for
+reports they made he would have been the colonel. He struck Cassion in
+the mess tent, and they were to fight the very morning the Iroquois
+met us at Bois le Blanc. 'Twas the talk of the men that the captain
+was shot from behind."
+
+"By Cassion?"
+
+"That I cannot say; yet the bullet entered behind the ear, for I was
+first to reach him, and he had no other enemy in the Regiment
+Carignan-Salliers. The feeling against M. Cassion was so strong that
+he resigned in a few months. You never heard this?"
+
+I could not answer, but stood silent with bowed head. I felt De
+Artigny place his hand on my shoulder.
+
+"The lady did not know," he said gravely, as though he felt the
+necessity of an explanation. "She was at school in a convent at
+Quebec, and no rumor reached her. She is thankful to you for what you
+have said, Barbeau, and can trust you as her father's friend and
+comrade. May I tell him the truth, Madame? The man may have other
+information of value."
+
+I looked at the soldier, and his eyes were grave and honest.
+
+"Yes," I answered, "it can do no harm."
+
+De Artigny's hand was still on my shoulder, but his glance did not
+seek my face.
+
+"There is some low trick here, Barbeau," he began soberly, "but the
+details are not clear. Madame has trusted me as a friend, and confided
+all she knows, and I will tell the facts to you as I understand them.
+False reports were made to France regarding Captain la Chesnayne. We
+have not learned what they were, or who made them, but they were so
+serious that Louis, by royal decree, issued order that his estates
+revert to the crown. Later La Chesnayne's friends got the ear of the
+King, no doubt through Frontenac, ever loyal to him, and by royal
+order the estates were restored to his ownership. This order of
+restoration reached Quebec soon after La Barre was appointed Governor,
+and was never made public. It was suppressed by someone, and La
+Chesnayne was killed three months later, without knowing that he had
+won the favor of the King."
+
+"But Cassion knew; he was ever hand in glove with La Barre."
+
+"We have cause to suspect so, and now, after listening to your tale,
+to believe that Captain la Chesnayne's death was part of a carefully
+formed plot. By accident the lady here learned of the conspiracy,
+through overhearing a conversation, but was discovered by La Barre
+hiding behind the curtains of his office. To keep her quiet she was
+forced into marriage with Francois Cassion, and bidden to accompany
+him on this journey to Fort St. Louis."
+
+"I see," commented Barbeau shrewdly. "Such marriage would place the
+property in their control by law. Had Cassion sought marriage
+previously?"
+
+His eyes were upon me as he asked the question, and I answered him
+frankly.
+
+"He visited often at the home of my Uncle, Hugo Chevet, and, while he
+never spoke to me directly of marriage, I was told he desired me for
+his wife and at the palace he so presented me to Monsieur La Barre."
+
+"On pledge of Chevet, no doubt. Your uncle knew of your fortune?"
+
+"No; he supposed me penniless; he thought it a great honor done me by
+the favorite of the Governor's. 'Twas my belief he expected some
+reward for persuading me to accept the offer."
+
+"And this Chevet--what became of him?"
+
+"He accompanied us on the journey, also upon order of Monsieur la
+Barre, who, no doubt, thought he would be safer in the wilderness than
+in Quebec. He was murdered at St. Ignace."
+
+"Murdered?"
+
+"Ay, struck down from behind with a knife. No one knows who did it,
+but Cassion has charged the crime against Sieur de Artigny, and
+circumstances are such he will find it difficult to prove his
+innocence."
+
+The soldier stood silent, evidently reviewing in his mind all that had
+been told him, his eyes narrowed into slits as he gazed thoughtfully
+at us both.
+
+"_Bah_," he exclaimed at last, "the riddle is not so hard to read,
+although, no doubt the trick has been well played. I know Governor La
+Barre, and this Francois Cassion, for I have served under both, while
+Monsieur la Chesnayne was my Captain, and friend. I was not always a
+soldier, Madame, and once I sought holy orders, but the flesh was
+weak. However, the experiment gave me education, and led to
+comradeship with those above me in station--discipline in the
+wilderness is not rigid. Many a night at the campfire have I talked
+with my captain. And I have heard before of this Sieur de Artigny, and
+of how loyally he has served M. de la Salle. Monsieur de Tonty told
+the tale to M. de la Durantaye, mayhap a month ago, and I overheard.
+So I possess faith in him as a gallant man, and have desire to serve
+you both. May I tell you what, in my judgment, seems best for you to
+do?"
+
+I glanced at De Artigny, and his eyes gave me courage.
+
+"Monsieur, you are a French soldier," I answered, "an educated man
+also, and my father's friend. I will listen gladly."
+
+His eyes smiled, and he swept the earth with his cap.
+
+"Then my plan is this--leave Monsieur Cassion to go his way, and let
+me be your guide southward. I know the trails, and the journey is not
+difficult. M. de la Durantaye is camped at the portage of the Des
+Plaines, having but a handful of men to be sure, yet he is a gallant
+officer, and no enemy to La Salle, although he serves the Governor. He
+will see justice done, and give you both safe convoy to Fort St.
+Louis, where De Tonty knows how to protect his officers. Faith! I
+would like to see Francois Cassion try to browbeat that one armed
+Italian--'twould be one time he would meet his match."
+
+De Artigny laughed.
+
+"Ay, you are right there, my friend. I have felt the iron-hook, and
+witnessed how he wins his way with white and red. Yet he is no longer
+in command at Fort St. Louis; I bring him orders now from Sieur de la
+Salle bidding him not to interfere with the Governor's lieutenants.
+'Tis the Chevalier De Baugis with whom we must reckon."
+
+"True, he has control, and men enough, with Cassion's party, to
+enforce his order. And he is a hothead, conceited, and holding himself
+a bit better than others, because he bears commission in the King's
+Dragoons. 'Tis said that he and De Tonty have had many a stiff quarrel
+since he came; but he dare not go too far. There are good men there
+ready to draw sword if it ever come to blows--De Tonty, Boisrondet,
+L'Espirance, De Marle, and the Algonquins camped on the plain below.
+They would be tigers if the Italian spoke the word; while I doubt not
+M. de la Durantaye would throw his influence on the side of mercy; he
+has small love for the Captain of Dragoons."
+
+I spoke quickly, and before De Artigny could voice decision.
+
+"We will accept your guidance, Monsieur. It is the best choice, and
+now the only one, for the time is past when we can expect the return
+of the canoes. Can we not at once begin the journey?"
+
+It was an hour later, after we had eaten, that we left the bluff, and
+turned westward into the great woods. Barbeau led the way, moving
+along the bank of a small stream, and I followed, with De Artigny
+close behind. As we had nothing to carry, except the soldier's rifle
+and blanket, we made rapid progress, and in less than half an hour, we
+came to the Indian trail, which led southward from Green Bay to the
+head waters of the Des Plaines. It was so faint and dim, a mere trace
+through forest depths, that I would have passed it by unseen, but both
+my companions were woodsmen, and there was no sign their trained eyes
+overlooked.
+
+Once in the trail, however, there was no difficulty in following it,
+although it twisted here and there, in the avoiding of obstacles, ever
+seeking the easier route. Barbeau had passed this way before, and
+recalled many a land-mark, occasionally turning, and pointing out to
+us certain peculiarities he had observed on his journey north. Once he
+held us motionless while he crept aside, through an intervening fringe
+of trees to the shore of a small lake, coming back with two fine ducks
+dangling from his shoulder.
+
+Before dark we halted in a little opening, the grass green underfoot,
+and a bank of trees all about, and made night camp. There was water
+near at hand, and the fire quickly built gave cheer to the scene, as
+the men prepared supper. The adventures of the day had wearied me, and
+I was very content to lie on Barbeau's blanket, and watch them work.
+While the soldier cooked, De Artigny swiftly erected a shelter of
+boughs, within which I was to pass the night. After we had eaten, I
+retired at once, yet for a long time could not sleep, but lay looking
+out at the two men seated before the fire smoking. I could hear their
+voices, and scraps of conversation--De Artigny telling the tale of the
+exploration of the great river to its mouth in the salt sea, and
+Barbeau relating many a strange adventure in the wilderness. It was a
+scene long to be remembered--the black shadows all about, the silence
+of the great woods, the sense of loneliness, the red and yellow flames
+of the fire, and the two men telling tales of wild adventure amid the
+unknown.
+
+At last they grew weary also, and lay down, pillowed their heads on
+their arms, and rested motionless. My own eyes grew heavy, and I fell
+asleep.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+
+WE MEET WITH DANGER
+
+
+It was late in the afternoon of the second day when we arrived at the
+forks of the Chicago river. There was a drizzle of rain in the air,
+and never saw I a more desolate spot; a bare, dreary plain, and away
+to the eastward a glimpse of the lake.
+
+A hut of logs, a mere shack scarcely fit for shelter, stood on a
+slight eminence, giving wide view in every direction, but it was
+unoccupied, the door ajar. Barbeau, in advance, stared at it in
+surprise, gave utterance to an oath, and ran forward to peer within.
+Close behind him I caught a glimpse of the interior, my own heart
+heavy with disappointment.
+
+If this miserable place had been the headquarters of M. de la
+Durantaye, evidently it was so no longer. Not a vestige of occupancy
+remained, save a rotten blanket on the floor, and a broken bench in
+one corner. Rude bunks lined two walls, and a table hewed from a log
+stood in the center of the dirt floor. On this was a paper pinned to
+the wood by a broken knife blade. Barbeau grasped it, and read the
+writing, handing it back to me. It was a scrawl of a few words, yet
+told the whole story.
+
+  "Francois Cassion, under commission of Governor la Barre, arrived
+  with party of soldiers and Indians. At his orders we accompany the
+  force to Fort St. Louis.
+
+                                                  "De la Durantaye."
+
+"Perhaps it is as well," commented De Artigny lightly. "At least as
+far as my good health goes; but 'tis like to make a hard journey for
+you, Madame."
+
+"Is it far yet until we attain the fort?"
+
+"A matter of twenty-five leagues; of no moment had we a boat in which
+to float down stream, but the trail, as I remember, is rough."
+
+"Perchance there may be a boat," interrupted Barbeau. "There was the
+wreck of an Indian canoe a mile below here on the Des Plaines, not so
+damaged as to be beyond repair, and here is a hatchet which we will
+find useful." He stooped and picked it up from under the bench. "One
+thing is certain--'tis useless to remain here; they have left the
+place as bare as a desert. 'Tis my choice that we make the Des Plaines
+before dark."
+
+"And mine also; are you too greatly wearied, Madame?"
+
+"I? Oh, no! to escape this desolate place I will go gladly. Have men
+really lived here?"
+
+"Ay, more than once," replied De Artigny. "'Tis said the _engagés_ of
+Père Marquette built this hut, and that it sheltered him an entire
+winter. Twice I have been here before, once for weeks, waiting the
+arrival of the _Griffin_, alone with Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"The _Griffin_?"
+
+"The ship which was to bring us provisions and men. 'Twas a year later
+we learned that she went down in the sea, with all aboard. How long
+was M. de la Durantaye on station here?" he turned to Barbeau.
+
+"'Tis three months since we came from St. Ignace--a dreary time
+enough, and for what purpose I could never guess. In that time all we
+have seen has been Indian hunters. I cannot bear to remain even for
+another night. Are we ready, Madame? Shall we go?"
+
+The Des Plaines was a narrow stream, flowing quietly through prairie
+land, although bordered along its shores by a thin fringe of trees. We
+moved down along its eastern bank for perhaps a half league, when we
+came to the edge of a swamp and made camp. De Artigny built a fire,
+and prepared my tent of boughs, while Barbeau waded out around a point
+in search of the wrecked canoe. He came back just at dusk towing it
+behind him through the shallow water, and the two men managed to drag
+it far enough up the bank to enable the water to drain out. Later,
+aided by a flaming torch, we looked it over, and decided the canoe
+could be made to float again. It required two days' work, however,
+before we ventured to trust ourselves to its safety.
+
+But the dawn of the third day saw us afloat on the sluggish current,
+the two men plying improvised paddles to increase our speed, while I
+busied myself in keeping the frail craft free from water by constant
+use of a tin cup. This oozed in through numerous ill-fitting seams,
+but not fast enough to swamp us in midstream, although the amount
+gained steadily on me in spite of every effort, and we occasionally
+had to make shore to free us of the encumbrance.
+
+Yet this voyage south along the Des Plaines was far from unpleasant,
+despite the labor involved and the discomfort of the leaking canoe.
+The men were full of cheer and hope, some of it possibly assumed to
+strengthen my courage, but no less effective--Barbeau telling many an
+anecdote of his long service in strange places, exhibiting a sense of
+humor which kept us in continuous laughter. He was, indeed, a typical
+adventurer, gay and debonair in presence of peril, and apparently
+without a care in the world. De Artigny caught something of the
+fellow's spirit, being young enough himself to love excitement, and
+related in turn, to the music of the splashing paddles, numerous
+incidents of his wild exploits with La Salle and De Tonty along the
+great rivers of the West.
+
+It all interested me, these glimpses of rough forest life, and I
+questioned them both eagerly, learning many a truth the histories fail
+to tell. Particularly did I listen breathlessly to the story of their
+adventurous first voyage along the Illinois, following the trail of
+raiding Iroquois, amid scenes of death and destruction. The very
+horrors pictured fascinated me even, although the grim reality was
+completely beyond my power of imagination.
+
+'Twas thus we passed the hours of daylight, struggling with the
+current, forcing our way past obstacles, seeking the shore to drain
+off water, every moment bringing to us a new vista, and a new peril,
+yet ever encouraged by memory of those who had toiled along this
+stream before us. At night, under the stars and beside the blaze of
+campfire, Barbeau sang rollicking soldier songs, and occasionally De
+Artigny joined him in the choruses. To all appearances we were
+absolutely alone in the desolation of the wilderness. Not once in all
+that distance did we perceive sign of human life, nor had we cause to
+feel the slightest uneasiness regarding savage enemies.
+
+Both men believed there was peace in the valley, except for the
+jealousy between the white factions at Fort St. Louis, and that the
+various Algonquin tribes were living quietly in their villages under
+protection of the Rock. De Artigny described what a wonderful sight it
+was, looking down from the high palisades to the broad meadows below,
+covered with tepees, and alive with peaceful Indians. He named the
+tribes which had gathered there for protection, trusting in La Salle,
+and believing De Tonty their friend--Illini, Shawnees, Abenakies,
+Miamis, Mohegans--at one time reaching a total of twenty thousand
+souls. There they camped, guarded by the great fort towering above
+them, on the same sacred spot where years before the Jesuit Marquette
+had preached to them the gospel of the Christ. So we had no fear of
+savages, and rested in peace at our night camps, singing aloud, and
+sleeping without guard. Every day Barbeau went ashore for an hour,
+with his rifle, tramping along beside us through the shadowing forest
+screen, seeking game, and always coming back with plenty. We would
+hear the sharp report of his gun breaking the silence, and turn the
+prow of our canoe shoreward and pick him up again.
+
+Owing to the leaking of our canoe, and many difficulties experienced,
+we were three days in reaching the spot where the Illinois and the Fox
+rivers joined their waters, and swept forward in one broad stream. The
+time of our arrival at this spot was early in the afternoon, and, as
+De Artigny said Fort St. Louis was situated scarce ten miles below,
+our long journey seemed nearly ended. We anticipated reaching there
+before night, and, in spite of my fear of the reception awaiting us,
+my heart was light with hope and expectation.
+
+I was but a girl in years, excitement was still to me a delight, and I
+had listened to so many tales, romantic, wonderful, of this wilderness
+fortress, perched upon a rock, that my vivid imagination had weaved
+about it an atmosphere of marvel. The beauty of the view from its
+palisades, the vast concourse of Indians encamped on the plains below,
+and those men guarding its safety--the faithful comrades of La Salle
+in explorations of the unknown, De Tonty, Boisrondet, and all the
+others, had long since become to my mind the incarnation of romantic
+adventure. Wilderness born, I could comprehend and appreciate their
+toils and dangers, and my dreams centered about this great, lonely
+rock on which they had established a home. But the end was not yet.
+Just below the confluence of the rivers there was a village of the
+Tamaroas, and the prow of our canoe touched the bank, while De Artigny
+stepped ashore amid a tangle of low-growing bushes, that he might have
+speech with some of the warriors, and thus learn conditions at the
+fort. With his foot on the bank, he turned laughing, and held out his
+hand to me.
+
+"Come, Madame," he said pleasantly, "you have never seen a village of
+our western tribes; it will interest you."
+
+I joined him gladly, my limbs feeling awkward under me, from long
+cramping in the boat, yet the climb was not difficult, and he held
+back the boughs to give me easy passage. Beyond the fringe of brush
+there was an open space, but as we reached this, both paused, stricken
+dumb by horror at the sight which met our view. The ground before us
+was strewn with dead, and mutilated bodies, and was black with ashes
+where the tepees had been burned, and their contents scattered
+broadcast.
+
+Never before had I seen such view of devastation, of relentless,
+savage cruelty, and I gave utterance to a sudden sob, and shrank back
+against De Artigny's arm, hiding my eyes with my hand. He stood and
+stared, motionless, breathing heavily, unconsciously gripping my arm.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_!" he burst forth, at last. "What meaneth this? Are the
+wolves again loose in the valley?"
+
+He drew me back, until we were both concealed behind a fringe of
+leaves, his whole manner alert, every instinct of the woodsman
+instantly awakened.
+
+"Remain here hidden," he whispered, "until I learn the truth; we may
+face grave peril below."
+
+He left me trembling, and white-lipped, yet I made no effort to
+restrain him. The horror of those dead bodies gripped me, but I would
+not have him know the terror which held me captive. With utmost
+caution he crept forth, and I lay in the shadow of the covert,
+watching his movements. Body after body he approached seeking some
+victim alive, and able to tell the story. But there was none. At last
+he stood erect, satisfied that none beside the dead were on that awful
+spot, and came back to me.
+
+"Not one lives," he said soberly, "and there are men, women and
+children there. The story is one easily told--an attack at daylight
+from the woods yonder. There has been no fighting; a massacre of the
+helpless and unarmed."
+
+"But who did such deed of blood?"
+
+"'Tis the work of the Iroquois; the way they scalped tells that, and
+besides I saw other signs."
+
+"The Iroquois," I echoed incredulous, for that name was the terror of
+my childhood. "How came these savages so far to the westward?"
+
+"Their war parties range to the great river," he answered. "We
+followed their bloody trail when first we came to this valley. It was
+to gain protection from these raiders that the Algonquins gathered
+about the fort. We fought the fiends twice, and drove them back, yet
+now they are here again. Come, Adele, we must return to the canoe, and
+consult with Barbeau. He has seen much of Indian war."
+
+The canoe rode close in under the bank, Barbeau holding it with grasp
+on a great root. He must have read in our faces some message of alarm,
+for he exclaimed before either of us could speak.
+
+"What is it?--the Iroquois?"
+
+"Yes; why did you guess that?"
+
+"I have seen signs for an hour past which made me fear this might be
+true. That was why I held the boat so close to the bank. The village
+has been attacked?"
+
+"Ay, surprised, and massacred; the ground is covered with the dead,
+and the tepees are burned. Madame is half crazed with the shock."
+
+Barbeau took no heed, his eyes scarce glancing at me, so eager was he
+to learn details.
+
+"The fiends were in force then?"
+
+"Their moccasin tracks were everywhere. I could not be sure where they
+entered the village, but they left by way of the Fox. I counted on the
+sand the imprint of ten canoes."
+
+"Deep and broad?"
+
+"Ay, war boats; 'tis likely some of them would hold twenty warriors;
+the beasts are here in force."
+
+It was all so still, so peaceful about us that I felt dazed, incapable
+of comprehending our great danger. The river swept past, its waters
+murmuring gently, and the wooded banks were cool and green. Not a
+sound awoke the echoes, and the horror I had just witnessed seemed
+almost a dream.
+
+"Where are they now?" I questioned faintly. "Have they gone back to
+their own country?"
+
+"Small hope of that," answered De Artigny, "or we would have met with
+them before this, or other signs of their passage. They are below,
+either at the fort, or planning attack on the Indian villages beyond.
+What think you, Barbeau?"
+
+"I have never been here," he said slowly, "so cannot tell what chance
+the red devils might have against the white men at St. Louis. But they
+are below us on the river, no doubt of that, and engaged in some hell
+act. I know the Iroquois, and how they conduct war. 'Twill be well for
+us to think it all out with care before we venture farther. Come, De
+Artigny, tell me what you know--is the fort one to be defended against
+Iroquois raiders?"
+
+"'Tis strong; built on a high rock, and approachable only at the rear.
+Given time they might starve the garrison, or drive them mad with
+thirst, for I doubt if there be men enough there to make sortie
+against a large war party."
+
+"But the Indian allies--the Algonquins?"
+
+"One war whoop of an Iroquois would scatter them like sheep. They are
+no fighters, save under white leadership, and 'tis likely enough their
+villages are already like this one yonder, scenes of horror. I have
+seen all this before, Barbeau, and this is no mere raid of a few
+scattered warriors, seeking adventure and scalps; 'tis an organized
+war party. The Iroquois have learned of the trouble in New France, of
+La Salle's absence from this valley; they know of the few fighting men
+at the Rock, and that De Tonty is no longer in command. They are here
+to sweep the French out of this Illinois country, and have given no
+warning. They surprised the Indian villages first, killed every
+Algonquin they could find, and are now besieging the Rock. And what
+have they to oppose them? More than they thought, no doubt, for
+Cassion and De la Durantaye must have reached there safely, yet at the
+best, the white defenders will scarcely number fifty men, and
+quarreling among themselves like mad dogs. There is but one thing for
+us to do, Barbeau--reach the fort."
+
+"Ay, but how? There will be death now, haunting us every foot of the
+way."
+
+De Artigny turned his head, and his eyes met mine questioningly.
+
+"There is a passage I know," he said gravely, "below the south banks
+yonder, but there will be peril in it--a peril to which I dread to
+expose the lady."
+
+I stood erect, no longer paralyzed by fear, realizing my duty.
+
+"Do not hesitate because of me, Monsieur," I said calmly. "French
+women have always done their part, and I shall not fail. Explain to us
+your plan."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII
+
+THE WORDS OF LOVE
+
+
+His eyes brightened, and his hand sought mine.
+
+"The spirit of the old days; the words of a soldier's daughter, hey,
+Barbeau?"
+
+"A La Chesnayne could make no other choice," he answered loyally. "But
+we have no time to waste here in compliment. You know a safe passage,
+you say?"
+
+"Not a safe one, yet a trail which may still remain open, for it is
+known to but few. Let us aboard, and cross to the opposite shore,
+where we will hide the canoe, and make our way through the forest.
+Once safely afoot yonder I will make my purpose clear."
+
+A dozen strokes landed us on the other bank, where the canoe was drawn
+up, and concealed among the bushes, while we descended a slight
+declivity, and found ourselves in the silence of a great wood. Here De
+Artigny paused to make certain his sense of direction.
+
+"I will go forward slightly in advance," he said, at last, evidently
+having determined upon his course.
+
+"And we will move slowly, and as noiselessly as possible. No one ever
+knows where the enemy are to be met with in Indian campaign, and we
+are without arms, except for Barbeau's gun."
+
+"I retain my pistol," I interrupted.
+
+"Of small value since its immersion in the lake; as to myself I must
+trust to my knife. Madame you will follow me, but merely close enough
+to make sure of your course through the woods, while Barbeau will
+guard the rear. Are both ready?"
+
+"Perhaps it might be well to explain more clearly what you propose,"
+said the soldier. "Then if we become separated we could figure out the
+proper direction to follow."
+
+"Not a bad thought that. It is a rough road ahead, heavily wooded, and
+across broken land. My route is almost directly west, except that we
+bear slightly south to keep well away from the river. Three leagues
+will bring us to a small stream which empties into the Illinois. There
+is a faint trail along its eastern bank which leads to the rear of the
+Rock, where it is possible for one knowing the way to attain the
+palisades of the fort. If we can attain this trail before dark we can
+make the remaining distance by night. Here, let me show you," and he
+drew with a sharp stick a hasty map on the ground. "Now you
+understand; if we become separated, keep steadily westward until you
+reach a stream flowing north."
+
+In this order we took up the march, and as I had nothing to bear
+except a blanket, which I twisted about my shoulders, I found little
+difficulty in following my leader. At first the underbrush was heavy,
+and the ground very broken, so that oftentimes I lost sight entirely
+of De Artigny, but as he constantly broke branches to mark his
+passage, and the sun served as guidance, I had small difficulty in
+keeping the proper direction. To our right along the river appeared
+masses of isolated rock, and these we skirted closely, always in the
+shadow and silence of great trees. Within half an hour we had emerged
+from the retarding underbrush, and came out into an open wood, where
+the walking was much easier.
+
+I could look down the aisles of the trees for long distances, and no
+longer experienced any difficulty in keeping within sight of my
+leader. All sense of fear had passed away, we seemed so alone in the
+silent forest, although once I thought I heard the report of a distant
+gun, which brought back to mind a vision of that camp of death we had
+left behind. It was a wearisome tramp over the rough ground, for while
+De Artigny found passage through the hollows wherever possible, yet we
+were obliged to climb many hills, and once to pick our way cautiously
+through a sickly swamp, springing from hummock to hummock to keep from
+sinking deep in slimy ooze.
+
+De Artigny came back and aided me here, speaking words of encouragement,
+and assuring me that the trail we sought was only a short distance
+beyond. I laughed at his solicitude, claiming to be good for many a mile
+yet, and he left me, never realizing that I already staggered from
+weariness.
+
+However we must have made excellent progress, for the sun had not
+entirely disappeared when we emerged from the dark wood shadows into a
+narrow, grassy valley, through which flowed a silvery stream, not
+broad, but deep. Assured that this must be the water we sought, I sank
+to the ground, eager for a moment's rest, but De Artigny, tireless
+still, moved back and forward along the edge of the forest to assure
+himself of the safety of our surroundings. Barbeau joined him, and
+questioned.
+
+"We have reached the trail?"
+
+"Ay, beside the shore yonder; see you anything of Indian tepees across
+the stream to the left?"
+
+"Below, there are wigwams there just in the edge of the grove. You can
+see the outlines from here; but I make out no moving figures."
+
+"Deserted then; the cowards have run away. They could not have been
+attacked, or the tepees would have been burned."
+
+"An Algonquin village?"
+
+"Miamis. I had hoped we might gain assistance there, but they have
+either joined the whites in the fort, or are hiding in the woods. 'Tis
+evident we must save ourselves."
+
+"And how far is it?"
+
+"To the fort? A league or two, and a rough climb at the farther end
+through the dark. We will wait here until after dusk, eat such food as
+we have without fire, and rest up for a bit of venture. The next trip
+will test us all, and Madame is weary enough already."
+
+"An hour will put me right," I said, smiling at him, yet making no
+attempt to rise. "I have been in a boat so long I have lost all
+strength in my limbs."
+
+"We feel that, all of us," cheerily, "but come Barbeau, unpack, and
+let us have what cheer we can."
+
+I know not when food was ever more welcome, although it was simple
+enough to be sure--a bit of hard cracker, and some jerked deer meat,
+washed down by water from the stream--yet hunger served to make these
+welcome. We were at the edge of the wood, already growing dark and
+dreary with the shadows of approaching night. The wind, what there
+was, was from the south, and, if there was any firing at the fort, no
+sound of it reached us. Once we imagined we saw a skulking figure on
+the opposite bank--an Indian Barbeau insisted--but it disappeared so
+suddenly as to make us doubt our own eyes.
+
+The loneliness and peril of our situation had tendency to keep us
+silent, although De Artigny endeavored to cheer me with kindly speech,
+and gave Barbeau careful description of the trail leading to the fort
+gate. If aught happened to him, we were to press on until we attained
+shelter. The way in which the words were said brought a lump into my
+throat, and before I knew the significance of the action, my hand
+clasped his. I felt the grip of his fingers, and saw his face turn
+toward me in the dusk. Barbeau got to his feet, gun in hand, and stood
+shading his eyes.
+
+"I would like a closer view of that village yonder," he said, "and
+will go down the bank a hundred yards or so."
+
+"'Twill do no harm," returned De Artigny, still clasping my hand.
+"There is time yet before we make our venture."
+
+He disappeared in the shadows, leaving us alone, and I glanced aside
+at De Artigny's face, my heart beating fiercely.
+
+"You did not like to hear me speak as I did?" he questioned quietly.
+
+"No," I answered honestly, "the thought startled me. If--if anything
+happened to you, I--I should be all alone."
+
+He bent lower, still grasping my fingers, and seeking to compel my
+eyes to meet his.
+
+"Adele," he whispered, "why is it necessary for us to keep up this
+masquerade?"
+
+"What masquerade, Monsieur?"
+
+"This pretense at mere friendship," he insisted, "when we could serve
+each other better by a frank confession of the truth. You love me--"
+
+"Monsieur," and I tried to draw my hand away. "I am the wife of
+Francois Cassion."
+
+"I care nothing for that unholy alliance. You are his only by form. Do
+you know what that marriage has cost me? Insults, ever since we left
+Quebec. The coward knew I dare not lay hand upon him, because he was
+your husband. We would have crossed steel a hundred times, but for my
+memory of you. I could not kill the cur, for to do so would separate
+us forever. So I bore his taunts, his reviling, his curses, his orders
+that were insults. You think it was easy? I am a woodsman, a
+lieutenant of La Salle's, and it has never before been my way to
+receive insult without a blow. We are not of that breed. Yet I bore it
+for your sake--why? Because I loved you."
+
+"Oh, Monsieur!"
+
+"'Tis naught to the shame of either of us," he continued, now speaking
+with a calmness which held me silent. "And I wish you to know the
+truth, so far as I can make it clear. This has been in my mind for
+weeks, and I say it to you now as solemnly as though I knelt before a
+father confessor. You have been to me a memory of inspiration ever
+since we first met years ago at that convent in Quebec. I dreamed of
+you in the wilderness, in the canoe on the great river, and here at
+St. Louis. Never did _voyageur_ go eastward but I asked him to bring
+me word from you, and each one, bore from me a message of greeting."
+
+"I received none, Monsieur."
+
+"I know that; even Sieur de la Salle failed to learn your dwelling
+place. Yet when he finally chose me as his comrade on this last
+journey, while I would have followed him gladly even to death, the one
+hope which held me to the hardships of the trail, was the chance thus
+given of seeking you myself."
+
+"It was I you sought then at the home of Hugo Chevet? not service
+under Francois Cassion? Yet, when we met, you knew me not."
+
+"Nay; I had no thought that you were there. 'Twas told me in
+Quebec--for what cause I cannot decide--that you had returned to
+France. I had given up all hope, and that very fact made me blind to
+your identity. Indeed, I scarce comprehended that you were really
+Adele la Chesnayne, until we were alone together in the palace of the
+Intendant. After I left you there, left you facing La Barre; left you
+knowing of your forced engagement to his commissaire, I reached a
+decision--I meant to accompany his party to Montreal, find some excuse
+on the way for quarrel, and return to Quebec--and you."
+
+He paused, but I uttered no word, conscious that my cheeks were
+burning hotly, and afraid to lift my eyes to his face.
+
+"You know the rest. I have made the whole journey; I have borne
+insult, the charge of crime, merely that I might remain, and serve
+you. Why do I say this? Because tonight--if we succeed in getting
+through the Indian lines--I shall be again among my old comrades, and
+shall be no longer a servant to Francois Cassion. I shall stand before
+him a man, an equal, ready to prove myself with the steel--"
+
+"No, Monsieur," I burst forth, "that must not be; for my sake you will
+not quarrel!"
+
+"For your sake? You would have me spare him?"
+
+"Oh, why do you put it thus, Monsieur! It is so hard for me to
+explain. You say you love me, and--and the words bring me joy. Ay, I
+confess that. But do you not see that a blow from your hand struck at
+Francois Cassion would separate us forever? Surely that is not the end
+you seek. I would not have you bear affront longer, yet no open
+quarrel will serve to better our affairs. Certainly no clash of
+swords. Perhaps it cannot be avoided, for Cassion may so insult you
+when he sees us together, as to let his insolence go beyond restraint.
+But I beg of you, Monsieur, to hold your hand, to restrain your
+temper--for my sake."
+
+"You make it a trial, a test?"
+
+"Yes--it is a test. But, Monsieur, there is more involved here than
+mere happiness. You must be cleared of the charge of crime, and I must
+learn the truth of what caused my marriage. Without these facts the
+future can hold out no hope for either of us. And there is only one
+way in which this end can be accomplished--a confession by Cassion. He
+alone knows the entire story of the conspiracy, and there is but one
+way in which he can be induced to talk."
+
+"You mean the same method you proposed to me back on the Ottawa?"
+
+I faced him frankly, my eyes meeting his, no shade of hesitation in my
+voice.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur, I mean that. You refused me before, but I see no harm,
+no wrong in the suggestion. If the men we fought were honorable I
+might hesitate--but they have shown no sense of honor. They have made
+me their victim, and I am fully justified in turning their own weapons
+against them. I have never hesitated in my purpose, and I shall not
+now. I shall use the weapons which God has put into my hands to wring
+from him the bitter truth--the weapons of a woman, love, and jealousy.
+Monsieur, am I to fight this fight alone?"
+
+At first I thought he would not answer me, although his hand grip
+tightened, and his eyes looked down into mine, as though he would read
+the very secret of my heart.
+
+"Perhaps I did not understand before," he said at last, "all that was
+involved in your decision. I must know now the truth from your own
+lips before I pledge myself."
+
+"Ask me what you please; I am not too proud to answer."
+
+"I think there must be back of this choice of yours something more
+vital than hate, more impelling than revenge."
+
+"There is, Monsieur."
+
+"May I ask you what?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur, and I feel no shame in answering; I love you! Is that
+enough?"
+
+"Enough! my sweetheart--"
+
+"Hush!" I interrupted, "not now--Barbeau returns yonder."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV
+
+WE ATTACK THE SAVAGES
+
+
+It was already so dark that the soldier was almost upon us before I
+perceived his shadow, but it was evident enough from his first words
+that he had overheard none of our conversation.
+
+"There are no Indians in the village," he said gruffly, leaning on his
+gun, and staring at us. "I got across to a small island, along the
+trunk of a dead tree, and had good view of the whole bank yonder. The
+tepees stand, but not a squaw, nor a dog is left."
+
+"Were there any canoes in sight along the shore?"
+
+"Only one, broken beyond repair."
+
+"Then, as I read the story, the tribe fled down the stream, either to
+join the others on the Illinois, or the whites at the fort. They were
+evidently not attacked, but had news of the coming of the Iroquois,
+and escaped without waiting to give battle. 'Tis not likely the wolves
+will overlook this village long. Are we ready to go forward?"
+
+"Ay, the venture must be made, and it is dark enough now."
+
+De Artigny's hand pressed my shoulder.
+
+"I would that I could remain with you, Madame," he said quietly, "but
+as I know the way my place is in advance. Barbeau must be your
+protector."
+
+"Nor could I ask for a braver. Do not permit any thought of me to make
+you less vigilant, Monsieur. You expect to gain the fort unseen?"
+
+"'Tis merely a chance we take--the only one," he explained briefly. "I
+cannot even be certain the fort is in state of siege, yet, without
+doubt those warriors who went down the river would be in position to
+prevent our approaching the rock by canoe. There is a secret path
+here, known only to La Salle's officers, which, however, should give
+us entrance, unless some wandering Iroquois has discovered it by
+accident. We must approach with the utmost caution, yet I do not
+anticipate great peril. Barbeau, do not become separated from Madame,
+but let me precede you by a hundred paces--you will have no trouble
+following the trail."
+
+He disappeared in the darkness, vanishing silently, and we stood
+motionless waiting our turn to advance. Neither spoke, Barbeau leaning
+forward, his gun extended, alert and ready. The intense darkness, the
+quiet night, the mystery lurking amid those shadows beyond, all
+combined to arouse within me a sense of danger. I could feel the swift
+pounding of my heart, and I clasped the sleeve of the soldier's jacket
+merely to assure myself of his actual presence. The pressure of my
+fingers caused him to glance about.
+
+"Do not be frightened, Madame," he whispered encouragingly. "There
+would be firing yonder if the Iroquois blocked our path."
+
+"Fear not for me," I answered, surprised at the steadiness of my
+voice. "It is the lonely silence which makes me shrink; as soon as we
+advance I shall have my nerve again. Have we not waited long enough?"
+
+"Ay, come; but be careful where you place your feet."
+
+He led the way, walking with such slow caution, that, although I
+followed step by step, not a sound reached my ears. Dark as the night
+was, our eyes, accustomed to the gloom, were able to distinguish the
+marks of the trail, and follow its windings without much difficulty.
+Many a moccasined foot had passed that way before us, beating down a
+hard path through the sod, and pressing aside the low bushes which
+helped to conceal the passage. At first we followed rather closely the
+bank of the stream; then the narrow trail swerved to the right,
+entering a gap between two hills, ever tending to a higher altitude.
+We circled about large rocks, and up a ravine, through which we found
+barely room for passage, the walls rising steep and high on either
+side. It was intensely dark down there, yet impossible for us to
+escape the trail, and at the end of that passage we emerged into an
+open space, enclosed with woods, and having a grit of sand under foot.
+Here the trail seemed to disappear, but Barbeau struck straight
+across, and in the forest shade beyond we found De Artigny waiting.
+
+"Do not shoot," he whispered. "I was afraid you might misjudge the way
+here, as the sand leaves no clear trace. The rest of the passage is
+through the woods, and up a steep hill. You are not greatly wearied,
+Madame?"
+
+"Oh, no; I have made some false steps in the dark, but the pace has
+been slow. Do we approach the fort?"
+
+"A half league beyond; a hundred yards more, and we begin the climb.
+There we will be in the zone of danger, although thus far I perceive
+no sign of Indian presence. Have you, Barbeau?"
+
+"None except this feather of a war bonnet I picked up at the big rock
+below."
+
+"A feather! Is it Iroquois?"
+
+"It is cut square, and no Algonquin ever does that."
+
+"Ay, let me see! You are right, Barbeau; 'twas dropped from a
+Tuscarora war bonnet. Then the wolves have been this way."
+
+"Could it not be possible," I asked, "that the feather was spoil of
+war dropped by some Miami in flight?"
+
+He shook his head.
+
+"Possible perhaps, but not probable; some white man may have passed
+this way with trophy, but no Illinois Indian would dare such venture.
+I have seen them before in Iroquois foray. I like not the sign,
+Barbeau, yet there is naught for us to do now, but go on. We dare not
+be found without the fort at daybreak. Keep within thirty paces of me,
+and guard the lady well."
+
+It was a dense woods we entered, and how Barbeau kept to the trail
+will ever be to me a mystery. No doubt the instinct of a woodsman
+guided him somewhat, and then, with his moccasined feet, he could feel
+the slight depression in the earth, and thus cling to the narrow path.
+I would have been lost in a moment, had I not clung to him, and we
+moved forward like two snails, scarcely venturing to breathe, our
+motions as silent as a wild panther stalking its prey.
+
+Except for a faint rustling of leaves overhead no sound was
+distinguishable, although once we were startled by some wild thing
+scurrying across our path, the sudden noise it made causing me to give
+utterance to a half-stifled cry. I could feel how tense was every
+muscle in the soldier's body, as he advanced steadily step by step,
+his gun flung forward, each nerve strained to the utmost.
+
+We crossed the wood, and began to climb among loose stones, finally
+finding solid rock beneath our feet, the path skirting the edge of
+what seemed to be a deep gash in the earth, and winding about wherever
+it could find passage. The way grew steeper and steeper, and more
+difficult to traverse, although, as we thus rose above the tree limit,
+the shadows became less dense, and we were able dimly to perceive
+objects a yard or two in advance. I strained my eyes over Barbeau's
+shoulder, but could gain no glimpse of De Artigny. Then we rounded a
+sharp edge of rock, and met him blocking the narrow way.
+
+"The red devils are there," he said, his voice barely audible. "Beyond
+the curve in the bank. 'Twas God's mercy I had glimpse in time, or I
+would have walked straight into their midst. A stone dropping into the
+ravine warned me, and I crept on all fours to where I could see."
+
+"You counted them?"
+
+"Hardly that in this darkness; yet 'tis no small party. 'Twould be my
+judgment there are twenty warriors there."
+
+"And the fort?"
+
+"Short rifle shot away. Once past this party, and the way is easy.
+Here is my thought Barbeau. There is no firing, and this party of
+wolves are evidently hidden in ambush. They have found the trail, and
+expect some party from the fort to pass this way."
+
+"Or else," said the other thoughtfully, "they lie in wait for an
+assault at daylight--that would be Indian war."
+
+"True, such might be their purpose, but in either case one thing
+remains true--they anticipate no attack from below. All their
+vigilance is in the other direction. A swift attack, a surprise will
+drive them into panic. 'Tis a grave risk I know, but there is no other
+passage to the fort."
+
+"If we had arms, it might be done."
+
+"We'll give them no time to discover what we have--a shot, a yell, a
+rush forward. 'Twill all be over with before a devil among them gets
+his second breath. Then 'tis not likely the garrison is asleep. If we
+once get by there will be help in plenty to hold back pursuit. 'Tis a
+desperate chance I admit, but have you better to propose?"
+
+The soldier stood silent, fingering his gun, until De Artigny asked
+impatiently:
+
+"You have none?"
+
+"I know not the passage; is there no way around?"
+
+"No; this trail leads alone to the fort gate. I anticipated this, and
+thought it all out as I came along. In the surprise at the first
+attack, the savages will never know whether we be two or a dozen. They
+will have no guard in this direction, and we can creep almost upon
+them before attempting a rush. The two in advance should be safely
+past before they recover sufficiently to make any fight. It will be
+all done in the dark, you know."
+
+"You will go first, with the lady?"
+
+"No; that is to be your task; I will cover the rear."
+
+I heard these words, yet it was not my privilege to protest. Indeed, I
+felt that he was right, and my courage made response to his decision.
+
+"If this be the best way possible," I said quietly, for both men
+glanced questioningly at me, "then do not think of me as helpless, or
+a burden. I will do all I can to aid you."
+
+"Never have I doubted that," exclaimed De Artigny heartily. "So then
+the affair is settled. Barbeau, creep forward about the bank; be a
+savage now, and make no noise until I give the word. You next, Madame,
+and keep close enough to touch your leader. The instant I yell, and
+Barbeau fires, the two of you leap up, and rush forward. Pay no heed
+to me."
+
+"You would have us desert you, Monsieur?"
+
+"It will be every one for himself," he answered shortly. "I take my
+chance, but shall not be far behind."
+
+We clasped hands, and then, as Barbeau advanced to the corner, I
+followed, my only thought now to do all that was required of me. I did
+not glance backward, yet was aware that De Artigny was close behind.
+My heart beat fiercely, but I was not conscious of fear, although a
+moment later, I could perceive the dim figures of savages. They were
+but mere vague shadows in the night, and I made no attempt to count
+them, only realizing that they were grouped together in the trail. I
+could not have told how they faced, but there was a faint sound of
+guttural speech, which proved them unsuspicious of danger. Barbeau,
+lying low like a snake, crept cautiously forward, making not the
+slightest noise, and closely hugging the deeper shadow of the bank. I
+endeavored to imitate his every motion, almost dragging my body
+forward by gripping my fingers into the rock-strewn earth.
+
+We advanced by inches, pausing now and then to listen breathlessly to
+the low murmur of the Indian voices, and endeavoring to note any
+change in the posture of the barely distinguishable figures. There was
+no alarm, no changing of places, and the success of our approach
+brought to us new confidence. Once a savage form, appearing grotesque
+in its blanket, suddenly stood erect, and we shrunk close to the
+ground in terror of discovery. An instant of agony followed, in which
+we held our breath, staring through the dark, every nerve throbbing.
+But the fellow merely stretched his arms lazily, uttered some guttural
+word, and resumed his place.
+
+Once the gleam of a star reflected from a rifle barrel as its owner
+shifted position; but nothing else occurred to halt our steady
+advance. We were within a very few yards of them, so close, indeed, I
+could distinguish the individual forms, when Barbeau paused, and, with
+deliberate caution, rose on one knee. Realizing instantly that he was
+preparing for the desperate leap, I also lifted my body, and braced
+myself for the effort. De Artigny touched me, and spoke, but his voice
+was so low it scarcely reached my ears.
+
+"Do not hesitate; run swift, and straight. Give Barbeau the signal."
+
+What followed is to me a delirium of fever, and remains in memory
+indistinct and uncertain. I reached out, and touched Barbeau; I heard
+the sudden roar of De Artigny's voice, the sharp report of the
+soldier's rifle. The flame cut the dark as though it was the blade of
+a knife, and, in the swift red glare, I saw a savage fling up his arms
+and fall headlong. Then all was chaos, confusion, death. Nothing
+touched me, not even a gripping hand, but there were Indian shots,
+giving me glimpse of the hellish scene, of naked bodies, long waving
+hair, eyes mad with terror, and red arms brandished, the rifles they
+bore shining in the red glare.
+
+I saw Barbeau grip his gun by the barrel and strike as he ran. Again
+and again it fell crunching against flesh. A savage hand slashed at
+him with a gleaming knife, but I struck the red arm with my pistol
+butt, and the Indian fell flat, leaving the way open. We dashed
+through, but Barbeau grasped me, and thrust me ahead of him, and
+whirled about, with uplifted rifle to aid De Artigny who faced two
+warriors, naked knife in hand.
+
+"Run, Madame, for the fort," he shouted above the uproar. "To my help,
+Barbeau!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV
+
+WITHIN THE FORT
+
+
+I doubt if I paused a second, yet that was enough to give me glimpse
+of the weird scene. I saw De Artigny lunge with his knife, a huge
+savage reeling beneath the stroke, and Barbeau cleave passage to the
+rescue, the stock of his gun shattered as he struck fiercely at the
+red devils who blocked his path.
+
+Outnumbered, helpless for long in that narrow space, their only hope
+lay in a sortie by the garrison, and it was my part to give the alarm.
+Even as I sprang forward, a savage leaped from the ruck, but I escaped
+his hand, and raced up the dark trail, the one thought urging me on.
+God knows how I made it--to me 'tis but a memory of falls over unseen
+obstacles, of reckless running; yet the distance could have been
+scarce more than a hundred yards, before my eyes saw the darker shadow
+of the stockade outlined against the sky.
+
+Crying out with full strength of my voice I burst into the little open
+space, then tripped and fell just as the gate swung wide, and I saw a
+dozen dark forms emerge. One leaped forward and grasped me, lifting me
+partly to my feet.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! a woman!" he exclaimed in startled voice. "What means
+this, in Heaven's name?"
+
+"Quick," I gasped, breaking away, able now to stand on my own feet.
+"They are fighting there--two white men--De Artigny--"
+
+"What, Rene! Ay, lads, to the rescue! Cartier, take the lady within.
+Come with me you others."
+
+They swept past me, the leader well in advance. I felt the rush as
+they passed, and had glimpse of vague figures 'ere they disappeared in
+the darkness. Then I was alone, except for the bearded soldier who
+grasped my arm.
+
+"Who was that?" I asked, "the man who led?"
+
+"Boisrondet, Francois de Boisrondet."
+
+"An officer of La Salle's? You then are of his company?"
+
+"I am," a bit proudly, "but most of the lads yonder belong with De
+Baugis. Now we fight a common foe, and forget our own quarrel. Did you
+say Rene de Artigny was in the fighting yonder?"
+
+"Yes; he and a soldier named Barbeau."
+
+The fellow stood silent, shifting his feet.
+
+"'Twas told us he was dead," he said finally, with effort. "Some more
+of La Barre's men arrived three days ago by boat, under a popinjay
+they call Cassion to recruit De Baugis' forces. De la Durantaye was
+with him from the portage, so that now they outnumber us three to one.
+You know this Cassion, Madame?"
+
+"Ay, I traveled with his party from Montreal."
+
+"Ah, then you will know the truth no doubt. De Tonty and Cassion were
+at swords points over a charge the latter made against Rene de
+Artigny--that he had murdered one of the party at St. Ignace."
+
+"Hugo Chevet, the fur trader."
+
+"Ay, that was the name. We of La Salle's company know it to be a lie.
+_Sacre_! I have served with that lad two years, and 'tis not in his
+nature to knife any man in the back. And so De Tonty said, and he gave
+Cassion the lie straight in his teeth. I heard their words, and but
+for De Baugis and De la Durantaye, Francois Cassion would have paid
+well for his false tongue. Now you can tell him the truth."
+
+"I shall do that, but even my word, I fear, will not clear De Artigny
+of the charge. I believe the man to be innocent; in my heart there is
+no doubt, yet there is so little to be proven."
+
+"Cassion speaks bitterly; he is an enemy."
+
+"Monsieur Cassion is my husband," I said regretfully.
+
+"Your pardon, Madame. Ah, I understand it all now. You were supposed
+to have been drowned in the great lake, but were saved by De Artigny.
+'Twill be a surprise for Monsieur, but in this land, we witness
+strange things. _Mon Dieu_! see, they come yonder; 'tis Boisrondet and
+his men."
+
+They approached in silence, mere shadowy figures, whose numbers I
+could not count, but those in advance bore a helpless body in their
+arms, and my heart seemed to stop its beating, until I heard De
+Artigny's voice in cheerful greeting.
+
+"What, still here, Madame, and the gate beyond open," he took my hand,
+and lifted it to his lips. "My congratulations; your work was well
+done, and our lives thank you. Madame Cassion, this is my comrade,
+Francois Boisrondet, whose voice I was never more glad to hear than
+this night. I commend him to your mercy."
+
+Boisrondet, a mere shadow in the night, swept the earth with his hat.
+
+"I mind me the time," he said courteously, "when Rene did me equal
+service."
+
+"The savages have fled?"
+
+"'Twas short, and sweet, Madame, and those who failed to fly are lying
+yonder."
+
+"Yet some among you are hurt?"
+
+"Barbeau hath an ugly wound--ay, bear him along, lads, and have the
+cut looked to--but as for the rest of us, there is no serious harm
+done."
+
+I was gazing at De Artigny, and marked how he held one hand to his
+side.
+
+"And you, Monsieur; you are unscathed?"
+
+"Except for a small wound here, and a head which rings yet from savage
+blows--no more than a night's rest will remedy. Come, Madame 'tis time
+we were within, and the gates closed."
+
+"Is there still danger then? Surely now that we are under protection
+there will be no attack?"
+
+"Not from those we have passed, but 'tis told me there are more than a
+thousand Iroquois warriors in the valley, and the garrison has less
+than fifty men all told. It was luck we got through so easily. Ay,
+Boisrondet, we are ready."
+
+That was my first glimpse of the interior of a frontier fort, and,
+although I saw only the little open space lighted by a few waving
+torches, the memory abides with distinctness. A body of men met us at
+the gate, dim, indistinct figures, a few among them evidently soldiers
+from their dress, but the majority clothed in the ordinary garb of the
+wilderness. Save for one Indian squaw, not a woman was visible, nor
+did I recognize a familiar face, as the fellows, each man bearing a
+rifle, surged about us in noisy welcome, eagerly questioning those who
+had gone forth to our rescue. Yet we were scarcely within, and the
+gates closed, when a man pressed his way forward through the throng,
+in voice of authority bidding them stand aside. A blazing torch cast
+its red light over him, revealing a slender figure attired in frontier
+garb, a dark face, made alive by a pair of dense brown eyes, which met
+mine in a stare of surprise.
+
+"Back safe, Boisrondet," he exclaimed sharply, "and have brought in a
+woman. 'Tis a strange sight in this land. Were any of our lads hurt?"
+
+"None worth reporting, Monsieur. The man they carried was a soldier of
+M. de la Durantaye. He was struck down before we reached the party.
+There is an old comrade here."
+
+"An old comrade! Lift the torch, Jacques. Faith, there are so few left
+I would not miss the sight of such a face."
+
+He stared about at us, for an instant uncertain; then took a quick
+step forward, his hand outstretched.
+
+"Rene de Artigny!" he cried, his joy finding expression in his face.
+"Ay, an old comrade, indeed, and only less welcome here than M. de la
+Salle himself. 'Twas a bold trick you played tonight, but not unlike
+many another I have seen you venture. You bring me message from
+Monsieur?"
+
+"Only that he has sailed safely for France to have audience with
+Louis. I saw him aboard ship, and was bidden to tell you to bide here
+in patience, and seek no quarrel with De Baugis."
+
+"Easy enough to say; but in all truth I need not seek quarrel--it
+comes my way without seeking. De Baugis was not so bad--a bit high
+strung, perhaps, and boastful of his rank, yet not so ill a
+comrade--but there is a newcomer here, a popinjay named Cassion, with
+whom I cannot abide. Ah, but you know the beast, for you journeyed
+west in his company. _Sacre_! the man charged you with murder, and I
+gave him the lie to his teeth. Not two hours ago we had our swords
+out, but now you can answer for yourself."
+
+De Artigny hesitated, his eyes meeting mine.
+
+"I fear, Monsieur de Tonty," he said finally, "the answer may not be
+so easily made. If it were point of sword now, I could laugh at the
+man, but he possesses some ugly facts difficult to explain."
+
+"Yet 'twas not your hand which did the deed?"
+
+"I pledge you my word to that. Yet this is no time to talk of the
+matter. I have wounds to be looked to, and would learn first how
+Barbeau fares. You know not the lady; but of course not, or your
+tongue would never have spoken so freely--Monsieur de Tonty, Madame
+Cassion."
+
+He straightened up, his eyes on my face. For an instant he stood
+motionless; then swept the hat from his head, and bent low.
+
+"Your pardon, Madame; we of the wilderness become rough of speech. I
+should have known, for a rumor reached me of your accident. You owe
+life, no doubt, to Sieur de Artigny."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; he has been my kind friend."
+
+"He would not be the one I love else. We know men on this frontier,
+Madame, and this lad hath seen years of service by my side." His hand
+rested on De Artigny's shoulder. "'Twas only natural then that I
+should resent M. Cassion's charge of murder."
+
+"I share your faith in the innocence of M. de Artigny," I answered
+firmly enough, "but beyond this assertion I can say nothing."
+
+"Naturally not, Madame. Yet we must move along. You can walk, Rene?"
+
+"Ay, my hurts are mostly bruises."
+
+The torches led the way, the dancing flames lighting up the scene.
+There was hard, packed earth under our feet, nor did I realize yet
+that this Fort St. Louis occupied the summit of a great rock,
+protected on three sides by precipices, towering high above the river.
+Sharpened palisades of logs surrounded us on every side, with low log
+houses built against them, on the roofs of which riflemen could stand
+in safety to guard the valley below.
+
+The central space was open except for two small buildings, one from
+its shape a chapel, and the other, as I learned later, the guardhouse.
+A fire blazed at the farther end of the enclosure, with a number of
+men lounging about it, and illumined the front of a more pretentious
+building, which apparently extended across that entire end. This
+building, having the appearance of a barrack, exhibited numerous doors
+and windows, with a narrow porch in front, on which I perceived a
+group of men.
+
+As we approached more closely, De Tonty walking between De Artigny and
+myself, a soldier ran up the steps, and made some report. Instantly
+the group broke, and two men strode past the fire, and met us. One was
+a tall, imposing figure in dragoon uniform, a sword at his thigh, his
+face full bearded; the other whom I recognized instantly with a swift
+intake of breath, was Monsieur Cassion. He was a stride in advance,
+his eyes searching me out in the dim light, his face flushed from
+excitement.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! what is this I hear," he exclaimed, staring at the three
+of us as though doubting the evidence of his own eyes. "My wife alive?
+Ay, by my faith, it is indeed Adele." He grasped me by the arm, but
+even at that instant his glance fell upon De Artigny, and his manner
+changed.
+
+"Saint Anne! and what means this! So 'tis with this rogue you have
+been wandering the wilderness!"
+
+He tugged at his sword, but the dragoon caught his arm.
+
+"Nay, wait, Cassion. 'Twill be best to learn the truth before
+resorting to blows. Perchance Monsieur Tonty can explain clearly what
+has happened."
+
+"It is explained already," answered the Italian, and he took a step
+forward as though to protect us. "These two, with a soldier of M. de
+la Durantaye, endeavored to reach the fort, and were attacked by
+Iroquois. We dispatched men to their rescue, and have all now safe
+within the palisades. What more would you learn, Messieurs?"
+
+Cassion pressed forward, and fronted him, angered beyond control.
+
+"We know all that," he roared savagely. "But I would learn why they
+hid themselves from me. Ay, Madame, but I will make you talk when once
+we are alone! But now I denounce this man as the murderer of Hugo
+Chevet, and order him under arrest. Here, lads, seize the fellow."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVI
+
+IN DE BAUGIS' QUARTERS
+
+
+De Tonty never gave way an inch, as a dozen soldiers advanced at
+Cassion's order.
+
+"Wait men!" he said sternly. "'Tis no time, with Iroquois about, to
+start a quarrel, yet if a hand be laid on this lad here in anger, we,
+who are of La Salle's Company, will protect him with our lives--"
+
+"You defend a murderer?"
+
+"No; a comrade. Listen to me, Cassion, and you De Baugis. I have held
+quiet to your dictation, but no injustice shall be done to comrade of
+mine save by force of arms. I know naught of your quarrel, or your
+charges of crime against De Artigny, but the lad is going to have fair
+play. He is no _courier du bois_ to be killed for your vengeance, but
+an officer under Sieur de la Salle, entitled to trial and judgment."
+
+"He was my guide; I have authority."
+
+"Not now, Monsieur. 'Tis true he served you, and was your _engagé_ on
+the voyage hither. But even in that service, he obeyed the orders of
+La Salle. Now, within these palisades, he is an officer of this
+garrison, and subject only to me."
+
+De Baugis spoke, his voice cold, contemptuous.
+
+"You refuse obedience to the Governor of New France?"
+
+"No, Monsieur; I am under orders to obey. There will be no trouble
+between us if you are just to my men. La Barre is not here to decide
+this, but I am." He put his hand on De Artigny's shoulder. "Monsieur
+Cassion charges this man with murder. He is an officer of my command,
+and I arrest him. He shall be protected, and given a fair trial. What
+more can you ask?"
+
+"You will protect him! help him to escape, rather!" burst out Cassion.
+"That is the scheme, De Baugis."
+
+"Your words are insult, Monsieur, and I bear no more. If you seek
+quarrel, you shall have it. I am your equal, Monsieur, and my
+commission comes from the King. Ah, M. de la Durantaye, what say you
+of this matter?"
+
+A man, broad shouldered, in the dress of a woodsman, elbowed his way
+through the throng of soldiers. He had a strong, good-humored face.
+
+"In faith, I heard little of the controversy, yet 'tis like I know the
+gist of it, as I have just conversed with a wounded soldier of mine,
+Barbeau, who repeated the story as he understood it. My hand to you,
+Sieur de Artigny, and it seems to me, Messieurs, that De Tonty hath
+the right of it."
+
+"You take his side against us who hath the authority of the
+Governor?"
+
+"Pah! that is not the issue. Tis merely a question of justice to this
+lad here. I stand for fair trial with Henri de Tonty, and will back my
+judgment with my sword."
+
+They stood eye to eye, the four of them, and the group of soldiers
+seemed to divide, each company drawing together. Cassion growled some
+vague threat, but De Baugis took another course, gripping his
+companion by the arm.
+
+"No, Francois, 'tis not worth the danger," he expostulated. "There
+will be no crossing of steel. Monsieur Cassion, no doubt, hath reason
+to be angered--but not I. The man shall have his trial, and we will
+learn the right and wrong of all this presently. Monsieur Tonty, the
+prisoner is left in your charge. Fall back men--to your barracks.
+Madame, permit me to offer you my escort."
+
+"To where, Monsieur?"
+
+"To the only quarters fitted for your reception," he said gallantly,
+"those I have occupied since arrival here."
+
+"You vacate them for me?"
+
+"With the utmost pleasure," bowing gallantly. "I beg of you their
+acceptance; your husband has been my guest, and will join with me in
+exile."
+
+I glanced at De Tonty, who yet stood with hand on De Artigny's
+shoulder, a little cordon of his own men gathered closely about them.
+My eyes encountered those of the younger officer. As I turned away I
+found myself confronted by Cassion. The very sight of his face brought
+me instant decision, and I spoke my acceptance before he could utter
+the words trembling on his lips.
+
+"I will use your quarters gladly, Captain de Baugis," I said quietly,
+"but will ask to be left there undisturbed."
+
+"Most assuredly, Madame--my servant will accompany you."
+
+"Then good-night, Messieurs," I faced Cassion, meeting his eyes
+frankly. "I am greatly wearied, and would rest; tomorrow I will speak
+with you, Monsieur. Permit me to pass."
+
+He stood aside, unable to affront me, although the anger in his face,
+was evidence enough of brewing trouble. No doubt he had boasted of me
+to De Baugis, and felt no desire now to have our true relations
+exposed thus publicly. I passed him, glancing at none of the others,
+and followed the soldier across the beaten parade. A moment later I
+was safely hidden within a two-roomed cabin.
+
+Everything within had an appearance of neatness, almost as if a woman
+had arranged its furnishings. I glanced about in pleased surprise, as
+the soldier placed fresh fuel on the cheerful fire blazing in the
+fireplace, and drew closer the drapery over the single window.
+
+"Madame will find it comfortable?" he said, pausing at the door.
+
+"Quite so," I answered. "One could scarcely anticipate so delightful a
+spot in this Indian land."
+
+"Monsieur de Baugis has the privilege of Sieur de la Salle's
+quarters," he answered, eager to explain, "and besides brought with
+him many comforts of his own. But for the Iroquois we would be quite
+happy."
+
+"They have proven dangerous?"
+
+"Not to us within the fort. A few white men were surprised without and
+killed, but, except for shortness of provisions and powder and ball,
+we are safe enough here. Tomorrow you will see how impregnable is the
+Rock from savage attack."
+
+"I have heard there are a thousand Iroquois in the valley."
+
+"Ay, and possibly more, and we are but a handful in defense, yet their
+only approach is along that path you came tonight. The cowardly Illini
+fled down the river; had they remained here we would have driven the
+vermin out before this, for 'tis said they fight well with white
+leaders."
+
+I made no reply, and the man disappeared into the darkness, closing
+the heavy door behind him, and leaving me alone. I made it secure with
+an oaken bar, and sank down before the fire on a great shaggy bear
+skin. I was alone at last, safe from immediate danger, able to think
+of the strange conditions surrounding me, and plan for the future. The
+seriousness of the situation I realized clearly, and also the fact
+that all depended on my action--even the life of Rene de Artigny.
+
+I sat staring into the fire, no longer aware of fatigue, or feeling
+any sense of sleepiness. The thick log walls of the cabin shut out all
+noise; I was conscious of a sense of security, of protection, and yet
+comprehended clearly what the new day would bring. I should have to
+face Cassion, and in what spirit could I meet him best? Thus far I had
+been fortunate in escaping his denunciation, but I realized the reason
+which had compelled his silence--pride, the fear of ridicule, had
+sealed his lips. I was legally his wife, given to him by Holy Church,
+yet for weeks, months, during all our long wilderness journey, I had
+held aloof from him, mocking his efforts, and making light of his
+endeavors. It had been maddening, no doubt, and rendered worse by his
+growing jealousy of De Artigny.
+
+Then I had vanished, supposedly drowned in the great lake. He had
+sought me vainly along the shore, and finally turned away, convinced
+of my death, and that De Artigny had also perished.
+
+Once at the fort, companioning with De Baugis, and with no one to deny
+the truth of his words, his very nature would compel him to boast of
+his marriage to Adele la Chesnayne. No doubt he had told many a vivid
+tale of happiness since we left Quebec. Ay, not only had he thus
+boasted of conquests over me, but he had openly charged De Artigny
+with murder, feeling safe enough in the belief that we were both dead.
+And now when we appeared before him alive and together, he had been
+for the moment too dazed for expression. Before De Baugis he dare not
+confess the truth, yet this very fact would only leave him the more
+furious. And I knew instinctively the course the man would pursue. His
+one thought, his one purpose, would be revenge--nothing would satisfy
+him except the death of De Artigny. Personally I had little to fear; I
+knew his cowardice, and that he would never venture to use physical
+force with me. Even if he did I could rely upon the gallantry of De
+Tonty, and of De Baugis for protection. No, he would try threats,
+entreaties, slyness, cajolery, but his real weapon to overcome my
+opposition would be De Artigny. And there he possessed power.
+
+I felt in no way deceived as to this. The ugly facts, as Cassion was
+able to present them, would without doubt, condemn the younger man. He
+had no defense to offer, except his own assertion of innocence. Even
+if I told what I knew it would only strengthen the chain of
+circumstance, and make his guilt appear clearer.
+
+De Tonty would be his friend, faithful to the end; and I possessed
+faith in the justice of De Baugis, yet the facts of the case could not
+be ignored--and these, unexplained, tipped with the venom of Cassion's
+hatred, were sufficient to condemn the prisoner. And he was helpless
+to aid himself; if he was to be saved, I must save him. How? There was
+but one possible way--discovery of proof that some other committed the
+crime. I faced the situation hopelessly, confessing frankly to myself
+that I loved the man accused; that I would willingly sacrifice myself
+to save him.
+
+I felt no shame at this acknowledgment, and in my heart there was no
+shadow of regret. Yet I sat there stunned, helpless, gazing with heavy
+eyes into the fire, unable to determine a course of action, or devise
+any method of escape.
+
+Unable longer to remain quiet, I got to my feet, and my eyes surveyed
+the room. So immersed in thought I had not before really noted my
+surroundings, but now I glanced about, actuated by a vague curiosity.
+The hut contained two rooms, the walls of squared logs, partially
+concealed by the skins of wild animals, the roof so low I could almost
+touch it with my hand.
+
+A table and two chairs, rudely made with axe and knife, comprised the
+entire furniture, but a small mirror, unframed, hung suspended against
+the farther wall. I glanced at my reflection in the glass, surprised
+to learn how little change the weeks had made in my appearance. It was
+still the face of a girl which gazed back at me, with clear, wide-open
+eyes, and cheeks flushed in the firelight. Strange to say the very
+sight of my youthfulness was a disappointment and brought with it
+doubt. How could I fight these men? how could I hope to win against
+their schemes, and plans of vengeance?
+
+I opened the single window, and leaned out, grateful for the fresh air
+blowing against my face, but unable to perceive the scene below
+shrouded in darkness. Far away, down the valley, was the red glow of a
+fire, its flame reflecting over the surface of the river. I knew I
+stared down into a great void, but could hear no sound except a faint
+gurgle of water directly beneath. I closed the window shutter, and,
+urged by some impulse, crossed over to the door leading to the other
+apartment. It was a sleeping room, scarcely more than a large closet,
+with garments hanging on pegs against the logs, and two rude bunks
+opposite the door. But the thing which captured my eyes was a bag of
+brown leather lying on the floor at the head of one of the bunks--a
+shapeless bag, having no distinctive mark about it, and yet which I
+instantly recognized--since we left Quebec it had been in our boat.
+
+As I stood staring at it, I remembered the words of De Baugis, "your
+husband has been my guest." Ay, that was it--this had been Cassion's
+quarters since his arrival, and this was his bag, the one he kept
+beside him in the canoe, his private property. My heart beat wildly in
+the excitement of discovery, yet there was no hesitation; instantly I
+was upon my knees tugging at the straps. They yielded easily, and I
+forced the leather aside, gaining glimpse of the contents.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVII
+
+I SEND FOR DE TONTY
+
+
+I discovered nothing but clothes at first--moccasins, and numerous
+undergarments--together with a uniform, evidently new, and quite
+gorgeous. The removal of these, however, revealed a pocket in the
+leather side, securely fastened, and on opening this with trembling
+fingers, a number of papers were disclosed.
+
+Scarcely venturing to breathe, hardly knowing what I hoped to find,
+I drew these forth, and glanced hastily at them. Surely the man
+would bear nothing unimportant with him on such a journey; these
+must be papers of value, for I had noted with what care he had
+guarded the bag all the way. Yet at first I discovered nothing to
+reward my search--there was a package of letters, carefully bound with
+a strong cord, a commission from La Barre, creating Cassion a Major
+of Infantry, a number of receipts issued in Montreal, a list of
+goods purchased at St. Ignace, and a roster of men composing the
+expedition.
+
+At last from one corner of the pocket, I drew forth a number of
+closely written pages, evidently the Governor's instruction. They were
+traced in so fine a hand that I was obliged to return beside the fire
+to decipher their contents. They were written in detail, largely
+concerned with matters of routine, especially referring to relations
+with the garrison of the fort, and Cassion's authority over De Baugis,
+but the closing paragraph had evidently been added later, and had
+personal interest. It read: "Use your discretion as to De Artigny, but
+violence will hardly be safe; he is thought too well of by La Salle,
+and that fox may get Louis' ear again. We had best be cautious.
+Chevet, however, has no friends, and, I am told, possesses a list of
+the La Chesnayne property, and other documents which had best be
+destroyed. Do not fail in this, nor fear results. We have gone too far
+to hesitate now."
+
+I took this page, and thrust it into my breast. It was not much, and
+yet it might prove the one needed link. I ran through the packet of
+letters, but they apparently had no bearing on the case. Several were
+from women; others from officers, mere gossipy epistles of camp and
+field. Only one was from La Barre, and that contained nothing of
+importance, except the writer urged Cassion to postpone marriage until
+his return from the West, adding, "there is no suspicion, and I can
+easily keep things quiet until then."
+
+Assured that I had overlooked nothing, I thrust the various articles
+back, restrapped the bag, and returned to the outer room. As I paused
+before the fire, someone rapped at the door. I stood erect, my fingers
+gripping the pistol which I still retained. Again the raps sounded,
+clearly enough defined in the night, yet not violent, or threatening.
+
+"Who is there?" I asked.
+
+"Your husband, my dear--Francois Cassion."
+
+"But why do you come? It was the pledge of De Baugis that I was to be
+left here alone."
+
+"A fair pledge enough, although I was not consulted. From the look of
+your eyes little difference if I had been. You are as sweet in
+disposition as ever, my dear; yet never mind that--we'll soon settle
+our case now, I warrant you. Meanwhile I am content to wait until my
+time comes. 'Tis not you I seek tonight, but my dressing case."
+
+"Your dressing case?"
+
+"Ay, you know it well, a brown leather bag I bore with me during our
+journey."
+
+"And where is it, Monsieur?"
+
+"Beneath the bunk in the sleeping room. Pass it out to me, and I will
+ask no more."
+
+"'Twill be safer if you keep your word," I said quietly, "for I still
+carry Hugo Chevet's pistol, and know how to use it. Draw away from the
+door, Monsieur, and I will thrust out the bag."
+
+I lowered the bar, opening the door barely wide enough to permit the
+bag's passage. The light from the fire gleamed on the barrel of the
+pistol held in my hand. It was the work of an instant, and I saw
+nothing of Cassion, but, as the door closed, he laughed scornfully.
+
+"Tis your game tonight, Madame," he said spitefully, "but tomorrow I
+play my hand. I thank you for the bag, as it contains my commission.
+By virtue of it I shall assume command of this Fort St. Louis, and I
+know how to deal with murderers. I congratulate you on your lover,
+Madame--good night."
+
+I dropped into the nearest seat, trembling in every limb. It was not
+personal fear, nor did I in my heart resent the insult of his last
+words. De Artigny was my lover, not in mere lip service, but in fact.
+I was not ashamed, but proud, to know this was true. The only thing of
+which I was ashamed was my relationship with Cassion; and my only
+thought now was how that relationship could be ended, and De Artigny's
+life saved. The paper I had found was indeed of value, yet I realized
+it alone was not enough to offset the charges which Cassion would
+support by his own evidence and that of his men. This mere suggestion
+in La Barre's handwriting meant nothing unless we could discover also
+in Cassion's possession the documents taken from Chevet And these,
+beyond doubt, had been destroyed. Over and over again in my mind I
+turned these thoughts, but only to grow more confused and uncertain.
+All the powers of hate were arrayed against us, and I felt helpless
+and alone.
+
+I must have slept finally from sheer exhaustion, although I made no
+attempt to lie down. It was broad daylight, when I awoke, aroused by
+pounding on the door. To my inquiry a voice announced food, and I
+lowered the bar, permitting an orderly to enter bearing a tray, which
+he deposited on the table. Without speaking he turned to leave the
+room, but I suddenly felt courage to address him.
+
+"You were not of our party," I said gravely. "Are you a soldier of M.
+de Baugis?"
+
+"No, Madame," and he turned facing me, his countenance a pleasant one.
+"I am not a soldier at all, but I serve M. de Tonty."
+
+"Ah, I am glad of that. You will bear to your master a message?"
+
+"Perhaps, Madame," his tone somewhat doubtful. "You are the wife of
+Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+"Do not hesitate because of that," I hastened to say, believing I
+understood his meaning. "While it is true I am legally the wife of
+Francois Cassion, my sympathies now are altogether with the Sieur de
+Artigny. I would have you ask M. de Tonty to confer with me."
+
+"Yes, Madame."
+
+"You have served with De Artigny? You know him well?"
+
+"Three years, Madame; twice he saved my life on the great river. M. de
+Tonty shall receive your message."
+
+I could not eat, although I made the endeavor, and finally crossed to
+the window, opened the heavy wooden shutters, and gazed without. What
+a marvelous scene that was! Never before had my eyes looked upon so
+fair a view, and I stood silent, and fascinated. My window opened to
+the westward, and I gazed down from the very edge of the vast rock
+into the wide valley. Great tree tops were below, and I had to lean
+far out to see the silvery waters lapping the base of the precipice,
+but, a little beyond, the full width of the noble stream became
+visible, decked with islands, and winding here and there between
+green-clad banks, until it disappeared in the far distance. The sun
+touched all with gold; the wide meadows opposite were vivid green,
+while many of the trees crowning the bluffs had already taken on rich
+autumnal coloring. Nor was there anywhere in all that broad expanse,
+sign of war or death. It was a scene of peace, so silent, so
+beautiful, that I could not conceive this as a land of savage cruelty.
+Far away, well beyond rifle shot, two loaded canoes appeared, skimming
+the surface of the river. Beyond these, where the meadows swept down
+to the stream, I could perceive black heaps of ashes, and here and
+there spirals of smoke, the only visible symbols of destruction. A
+haze hid the distant hills, giving to them a purple tinge, like a
+frame encircling the picture. It was all so soft in coloring my mind
+could not grasp the fact that we were besieged by warriors of the
+Iroquois, and that this valley was even now being swept and harried by
+those wild raiders of the woods.
+
+I had neglected to bar the door, and as I stood there gazing in
+breathless fascination, a sudden step on the floor caused me to turn
+in alarm. My eyes encountered those of De Tonty, who stood hat in
+hand.
+
+"Tis a fair view, Madame," he said politely. "In all my travels I have
+seen no nobler domain."
+
+"It hath a peaceful look," I answered, still struggling with the
+memory. "Can it be true the savages hold the valley?"
+
+"All too true--see, yonder, where the smoke still shows, dwelt the
+Kaskaskias. Not a lodge is left, and the bodies of their dead strew
+the ground. Along those meadows three weeks since there were the happy
+villages of twelve tribes of peaceful Indians; today those who yet
+live are fleeing for their lives."
+
+"And this fort, Monsieur?"
+
+"Safe enough, I think, although no one of us can venture ten yards
+beyond the gate. The Rock protects us, Madame, yet we are greatly
+outnumbered, and with no ammunition to waste. 'Twas the surprise of
+the raid which left us thus helpless. Could we have been given time to
+gather our friendly Indians together the story would be different."
+
+"They are not cowards then?"
+
+"Not with proper leadership. We have seen them fight often since we
+invaded this land. 'Tis my thought many of them are hiding now beyond
+those hills, and may find some way to reach us. I suspected such an
+effort last night, when I sent out the rescue party which brought you
+in. Ah, that reminds me, Madame; you sent for me?"
+
+"Yes, M. de Tonty. I can speak to you frankly? You are the friend of
+Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"Faith, I hope I am, Madame, but I know not what has got into the
+lad--he will tell me nothing."
+
+"I suspected as much, Monsieur. It was for that reason I have sent for
+you. He has not even told you the story of our journey?"
+
+"Ay, as brief as a military report--not a fact I could not have
+guessed. There is a secret here, which I have not discovered. Why is
+M. Cassion so wild for the lad's blood? and how came there to be
+trouble between Rene, and the fur trader? Bah! I know the lad is no
+murderer, but no one will tell me the facts."
+
+"Then I will, Monsieur," I said gravely. "It was because of my belief
+that Sieur de Artigny would refuse explanation that I sent for you.
+The truth need not be concealed; not from you, at least, the commander
+of Fort St. Louis--"
+
+"Pardon, Madame, but I am not that. La Salle left me in command with
+less than a dozen men. De Baugis came later, under commission from La
+Barre, but he also had but a handful of followers. To save quarrel we
+agreed to divide authority, and so got along fairly well, until M.
+Cassion arrived with his party. Then the odds were altogether on the
+other side, and De Baugis assumed command by sheer force of rifles.
+'Twas La Salle's wish that no resistance be made, but, faith, with the
+Indians scattered, I had no power. This morning things have taken a
+new phase. An hour ago M. Cassion assumed command of the garrison by
+virtue of a commission he produced from the Governor La Barre, naming
+him major of infantry. This gives him rank above Captain de Baugis,
+and, besides, he bore also a letter authorizing him to take command of
+all French troops in this valley, if, in his judgment, circumstances
+rendered it necessary. No doubt he deemed this the proper occasion."
+
+"To assure the conviction, and death of De Artigny?" I asked, as he
+paused. "That is your meaning, Monsieur?"
+
+"I cannot see it otherwise," he answered slowly, "although I hesitate
+to make so grave a charge in your presence, Madame. Our situation here
+is scarcely grave enough to warrant his action, for the fort is in no
+serious danger from the Iroquois. De Baugis, while no friend of mine,
+is still a fair minded man, and merciful. He cannot be made a tool for
+any purpose of revenge. This truth Major Cassion has doubtless
+learned, and hence assumes command himself to carry out his plans."
+
+I looked into the soldier's dark, clear-cut face, feeling a confidence
+in him, which impelled me to hold out my hand.
+
+"M. de Tonty," I said, determined now to address him in all frankness.
+"It is true that I am legally the wife of this man of whom you speak,
+but this only enables me to know his motives better. This condemnation
+of Sieur de Artigny is not his plan alone; it was born in the brain of
+La Barre, and Cassion merely executes his orders. I have here the
+written instructions under which he operates."
+
+I held out to him the page from La Barre's letter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII
+
+THE COURT MARTIAL
+
+
+De Tonty took the paper from my hand, glanced at it, then lifted his
+eyes inquiringly to mine.
+
+"'Tis in the governor's own hand. How came this in your possession?"
+
+"I found it in Cassion's private bag last night, under the berth
+yonder. Later he came and carried the bag away, never suspecting it
+had been opened. His commission was there also. Read it, Monsieur."
+
+He did so slowly, carefully, seeming to weigh every word, his eyes
+darkening, and a flush creeping into his swarthy cheeks.
+
+"Madame," he exclaimed at last. "I care not whether the man be your
+husband, but this is a damnable conspiracy, hatched months ago in
+Quebec."
+
+I bowed my head.
+
+"Beyond doubt, Monsieur."
+
+"And you found nothing more? no documents taken from Hugo Chevet?"
+
+"None, Monsieur; they were either destroyed in accordance with La
+Barre's instructions, or else M. Cassion has them on his person."
+
+"But I do not understand the reason for such foul treachery. What
+occurred back in New France to cause the murder of Chevet, and this
+attempt to convict De Artigny of the crime?"
+
+"Sit here, Monsieur," I said, my voice trembling, "and I will tell you
+the whole story. I must tell you, for there is no one else in Fort St.
+Louis whom I can trust."
+
+He sat silent, and bareheaded, his eyes never leaving my face as I
+spoke. At first I hesitated, my words hard to control, but as I
+continued, and felt his sympathy, speech became easier. All
+unconsciously his hand reached out and rested on mine, as though in
+encouragement, and only twice did he interrupt my narrative with
+questions. I told the tale simply, concealing nothing, not even my
+growing love for De Artigny. The man listening inspired my utmost
+confidence--I sought his respect and faith. As I came to the end his
+hand grasp tightened, but, for a moment, he remained motionless and
+silent, his eyes grave with thought.
+
+"'Tis a strange, sad case," he said finally, "and the end is hard to
+determine. I believe you, Madame, and honor your choice. The case is
+strong against De Artigny; even your testimony is not for his defense.
+Does M. Cassion know you saw the young man that night?"
+
+"He has dropped a remark, or two, which shows suspicion. Possibly some
+one of the men saw me outside the Mission House, and made report."
+
+"Then he will call you as witness. If I know the nature of Cassion his
+plan of trial is a mere form, although doubtless he will ask the
+presence of Captain de Baugis, and M. de la Durantaye. Neither will
+oppose him, so long as he furnishes the proof necessary to convict. He
+will give his evidence, and call the Indian, and perchance a soldier
+or two, who will swear to whatever he wishes. If needed he may bring
+you in also to strengthen the case. De Artigny will make no defense,
+because he has no witnesses, and because he has a fool notion that he
+might compromise you by telling the whole truth."
+
+"Then there is no hope? nothing we can do?"
+
+"No, Madame; not now. I shall not be consulted, nor asked to be
+present. I am under strict order from La Salle not to oppose La
+Barre's officers, and, even if I were disposed to disobey my chief, I
+possess no force with which to act. I have but ten men on whom I could
+rely, while they number over forty." He leaned closer, whispering,
+"Our policy is to wait, and act after the prisoner has been
+condemned."
+
+"How? You mean a rescue?"
+
+"Ay, there lies the only hope. There is one man here who can turn the
+trick. He is De Artigny's comrade and friend. Already he has outlined
+a plan to me, but I gave no encouragement. Yet, now, that I know the
+truth, I shall not oppose. Have you courage, Madame, to give him your
+assistance? 'Tis like to be a desperate venture."
+
+I drew a deep breath, but with no sense of fear.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur. Who is the man I am to trust?"
+
+"Francois de Boisrondet, the one who led the rescue party last
+night."
+
+"A gallant lad."
+
+"Ay, a gentleman of France, a daring heart. Tonight--"
+
+The door opened, and the figure of a man stood outlined against the
+brighter glow without. De Tonty was on his feet fronting the newcomer,
+ere I even realized it was Cassion who stood there, glaring at us.
+Behind him two soldiers waited in the sunshine.
+
+"What is the meaning of this, M. de Tonty?" he exclaimed, with no
+pretense at friendliness. "A rather early morning call, regarding
+which I was not even consulted. Have husbands no rights in this
+wilderness paradise?"
+
+"Such rights as they uphold," returned the Italian, erect and
+motionless. "I am always at your service, M. Cassion. Madame and I
+have conversed without permission. If that be crime I answer for it
+now, or when you will."
+
+It was in Cassion's heart to strike. I read the desire in his eyes, in
+the swift clutch at his sword hilt; but the sarcastic smile on De
+Tonty's thin lips robbed him of courage.
+
+"'Tis best you curb your tongue," he snarled, "or I will have you in
+the guardhouse with De Artigny. I command now."
+
+"So I hear. Doubtless you could convict me as easily."
+
+"What do you mean?"
+
+"Only that your whole case is a tissue of lies."
+
+"Pah! you have her word for it, no doubt. But you will all sing a
+different song presently. Ay, and it will be her testimony which will
+hang the villain."
+
+"What is this you say, Monsieur--my testimony?"
+
+"Just that--the tale of what you saw in the Mission garden at St.
+Ignace. _Sacre_, that shot hits, does it! You thought me asleep, and
+with no knowledge of your escapade, but I had other eyes open that
+night, my lady. Now will you confess the truth?"
+
+"I shall conceal nothing, Monsieur."
+
+"'Twill be best that you make no attempt," he sneered, his old
+braggart spirit reasserting itself as De Tonty kept silent. "I have
+guard here to escort you to the Commandant's office."
+
+"You do me honor." I turned to De Tonty. "Shall I go, Monsieur?"
+
+"I think it best, Madame," he replied soberly, his dark eyes
+contemptuously surveying Cassion. "To refuse would only strengthen the
+case against the prisoner. M. Cassion will not, I am sure, deny me the
+privilege of accompanying you. Permit me to offer my arm."
+
+I did not glance toward Cassion, but felt no doubt as to the look on
+his face; yet he would think twice before laying hand on this stern
+soldier who had offered me protection. The guard at the door fell
+aside promptly, and permitted us to pass. Some order was spoken, in a
+low tone, and they fell in behind with rifles at trail. Once in the
+open I became, for the first time, aware of irregular rifle firing,
+and observed in surprise, men posted upon a narrow staging along the
+side of the log stockade.
+
+"Is the fort being attacked?" I asked.
+
+"There has been firing for some days," he answered, "but no real
+attack. The savages merely hide yonder amid the rocks and woods, and
+strive to keep us from venturing down the trail. Twice we have made
+sortie, and driven them away, but 'tis a useless waste of fighting."
+He called to a man posted above the gate. "How is it this morning,
+Jules?"
+
+The soldier glanced about cautiously, keeping his head below cover.
+
+"Thick as flies out there, Monsieur," he answered, "and with a
+marksman or two among them. Not ten minutes since Bowain got a ball in
+his head."
+
+"And no orders to clear the devils out?"
+
+"No, Monsieur--only to watch that they do not form for a rush."
+
+The Commandant's office was built against the last stockade--a log hut
+no more pretentious than the others. A sentry stood at each side of
+the closed door, but De Tonty ignored them, and ushered me into the
+room. It was not large, and was already well filled, a table littered
+with papers occupying the central space, De Baugis and De la Durantaye
+seated beside it, while numerous other figures were standing pressed
+against the walls. I recognized the familiar faces of several of our
+party, but before I recovered from my first embarrassment De Baugis
+arose, and with much politeness offered me a chair.
+
+De Tonty remained beside me, his hand resting on my chair back, as he
+coolly surveyed the scene. Cassion pushed past, and occupied a vacant
+chair, between the other officers, laying his sword on the table. My
+eyes swept about the circle of faces seeking De Artigny, but he was
+not present. But for a slight shuffling of feet, the silence was
+oppressive. Cassion's unpleasant voice broke the stillness.
+
+"M. de Tonty, there is a chair yonder reserved for your use."
+
+"I prefer remaining beside Madame Cassion," he answered calmly. "It
+would seem she has few friends in this company."
+
+"We are all her friends," broke in De Baugis, his face flushing, "but
+we are here to do justice, and avenge a foul crime. 'Tis told us that
+madame possesses certain knowledge which has not been revealed. Other
+witnesses have testified, and we would now listen to her word.
+Sergeant of the guard, bring in the prisoner."
+
+He entered by way of the rear door, manacled, and with an armed
+soldier on either side. Coatless and bareheaded, he stood erect in the
+place assigned him, and as his eyes swept the faces, his stern look
+changed to a smile as his glance met mine. My eyes were still upon
+him, seeking eagerly for some message of guidance, when Cassion
+spoke.
+
+"M. de Baugis will question the witness."
+
+"The court will pardon me," said De Artigny. "The witness to be heard
+is Madame?"
+
+"Certainly; what means your interruption?"
+
+"To spare the lady unnecessary embarrassment. She is my friend, and,
+no doubt, may find it difficult to testify against me. I merely
+venture to ask her to give this court the exact truth."
+
+"Your words are impertinent."
+
+"No, M. de Baugis," I broke in, understanding all that was meant.
+"Sieur de Artigny has spoken in kindness, and has my thanks. I am
+ready now to bear witness frankly."
+
+Cassion leaned over whispering, but De Baugis merely frowned, and
+shook his head, his eyes on my face. I felt the friendly touch of M.
+de Tonty's hand on my shoulder, and the slight pressure brought me
+courage.
+
+"What is it you desire me to tell, Monsieur?"
+
+"The story of your midnight visit to the Mission garden at St. Ignace,
+the night Hugo Chevet was killed. Tell it in your own words, Madame."
+
+As I began my voice trembled, and I was obliged to grip the arms of
+the chair to keep myself firm. There was a mist before my eyes, and I
+saw only De Artigny's face, as he leaned forward eagerly listening.
+Not even he realized all I had witnessed that night, and yet I must
+tell the truth--the whole truth, even though the telling cost his
+life. The words came faster, and my nerves ceased to throb. I read
+sympathy in De Baugis' eyes, and addressed him alone. Twice he asked
+me questions, in so kindly a manner as to win instant reply, and once
+he checked Cassion when he attempted to interrupt, his voice stern
+with authority. I told the story simply, plainly, with no attempt at
+equivocation, and when I ceased speaking the room was as silent as a
+tomb. De Baugis sat motionless, but Cassion stared at me across the
+table, his face dark with passion.
+
+"Wait," he cried as though thinking me about to rise. "There are
+questions yet."
+
+ "Monsieur," said De Baugis coldly. "If there are questions it is my
+place to ask them."
+
+"Ay," angrily beating his hand on the board, "but it is plain to be
+seen the woman has bewitched you. No, I will not be denied; I am
+Commandant here, and with force enough behind me to make my will law.
+Scowl if you will, but here is La Barre's commission, and I dare you
+ignore it. So answer me, Madame--you saw De Artigny bend over the body
+of Chevet--was your uncle then dead?"
+
+"I know not, Monsieur; but there was no movement."
+
+"Why did you make no report?--was it to shield De Artigny?"
+
+I hesitated, yet the answer had to be made.
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny was my friend, Monsieur. I did not believe him
+guilty, yet my evidence would have cast suspicion upon him. I felt it
+best to remain still, and wait."
+
+"You suspected another?"
+
+"Not then, Monsieur, but since."
+
+Cassion sat silent, not overly pleased with my reply, but De Baugis
+smiled grimly.
+
+"By my faith," he said, "the tale gathers interest. You have grown to
+suspicion another since, Madame--dare you name the man?"
+
+My eyes sought the face of De Tonty, and he nodded gravely.
+
+"It can do no harm, Madame," he muttered softly. "Put the paper in De
+Baugis' hand."
+
+I drew it, crumpled, from out the bosom of my dress, rose to my feet,
+and held it forth to the Captain of Dragoons. He grasped it
+wonderingly.
+
+"What is this, Madame?"
+
+"One page from a letter of instruction. Read it, Monsieur; you will
+recognize the handwriting."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIX
+
+CONDEMNED
+
+
+He opened the paper gravely, shadowing the page with one hand so that
+Cassion was prevented from seeing the words. He read slowly, a frown
+on his face.
+
+"'Tis the writing of Governor La Barre, although unsigned," he said at
+last.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"How came the page in your possession?"
+
+"I removed it last night from a leather bag found beneath the sleeping
+bunk in the quarters assigned me."
+
+"Do you know whose bag it was?"
+
+"Certainly; it was in the canoe with me all the way from Quebec--M.
+Cassion's."
+
+"Your husband?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+De Baugis' eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at me; then his glance
+fell upon Cassion, who was leaning forward, his mouth open, his face
+ashen gray. He straightened up as he met De Baugis' eyes, and gave
+vent to an irritating laugh.
+
+"_Sacre_, 'tis quite melodramatic," he exclaimed harshly. "But of
+little value else. I acknowledge the letter, M. de Baugis, but it
+bears no relation to this affair. Perchance it was unhappily worded,
+so that this woman, eager to save her lover from punishment--"
+
+De Tonty was on his feet, his sword half drawn.
+
+"'Tis a foul lie," he thundered hotly. "I will not stand silent before
+such words."
+
+"Messieurs," and De Baugis struck the table. "This is a court, not a
+mess room. Be seated, M. de Tonty; no one in my presence will be
+permitted to besmirch the honor of Captain la Chesnayne's daughter.
+Yet I must agree with Major Cassion that this letter in no way proves
+that he resorted to violence, or was even urged to do so. The governor
+in all probability suggested other means. I could not be led to
+believe he countenanced the commission of crime, and shall ask to read
+the remainder of his letter before rendering decision. You found no
+other documents, Madame?"
+
+"None bearing on this case."
+
+"The papers supposed to be taken from the dead body of Chevet?"
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+"Then I cannot see that the status of the prisoner is changed, or that
+we have any reason to charge the crime to another. You are excused,
+Madame, while we listen to such other witnesses as may be called."
+
+"You wish me to retire?"
+
+"I would prefer you do so."
+
+I arose to my feet, hesitating and uncertain. It was evident enough
+that the court intended to convict the prisoner. All the hatred and
+dislike engendered by years of controversy with La Salle, all the
+quarrels and misunderstandings of the past few months between the two
+rival commanders at the fort, was now finding natural outlet in this
+trial of Rene de Artigny. He was officer of La Salle, friend of De
+Tonty, and through his conviction they could strike at the men they
+both hated and feared. More, they realized also that such action would
+please La Barre. Whatever else had been accomplished by my exhibit of
+the governor's letter, it had clearly shown De Baugis that his master
+desired the overthrow of the young explorer. And while he felt slight
+friendship for Cassion, he was still La Barre's man, and would obey
+his orders. He wished me out of the way for a purpose. What purpose?
+That I might not hear the lying testimony of those soldiers and
+Indians, who would swear as they were told.
+
+Tears misted my eyes, so the faces about me were blurred, but, before
+I could find words in which to voice my indignation, De Tonty stood
+beside me, and grasped my arm.
+
+"There is no use, Madame," he said coldly enough, although his voice
+shook. "You only invite insult when you deal with such curs. They
+represent their master, and have made verdict already--let us go."
+
+De Baugis, Cassion, De la Durantaye were upon their feet, but the
+dragoon first found voice.
+
+"Were those words addressed to me, M. de Tonty?"
+
+"Ay, and why not! You are no more than La Barre's dog. Listen to me,
+all three of you. 'Twas Sieur de la Salle's orders that I open the
+gates of this fort to your entrance, and that I treat you courteously.
+I have done so, although you took my kindness to be sign of weakness,
+and have lorded it mightily since you came. But this is the end; from
+now it is war between us, Messieurs, and we will fight in the open.
+Convict Rene de Artigny from the lies of these hirelings, and you pay
+the reckoning at the point of my sword. I make no threat, but this is
+the pledged word of Henri de Tonty. Make passage there! Come,
+Madame."
+
+No one stopped us; no voice answered him. Almost before I realized the
+action, we were outside in the sunlight, and he was smiling into my
+face, his dark eyes full of cheer.
+
+"It will make them pause and think--what I said," he exclaimed, "yet
+will not change the result."
+
+"They will convict?"
+
+"Beyond doubt, Madame. They are La Barre's men, and hold commission
+only at his pleasure. With M. de la Durantaye it is different, for he
+was soldier of Frontenac's, yet I have no hope he will dare stand out
+against the rest. We must find another way to save the lad, but when I
+leave you at the door yonder I am out of it."
+
+"You, Monsieur! what can I hope to accomplish without your aid?"
+
+"Far more than with it, especially if I furnish a good substitute. I
+shall be watched now, every step I take. 'Tis like enough De Baugis
+will send me challenge, though the danger that Cassion would do so is
+slight. It is the latter who will have me watched. No, Madame,
+Boisrondet is the lad who must find a way out for the prisoner; they
+will never suspicion him, and the boy will enjoy the trick. Tonight,
+when the fort becomes quiet, he will find way to explain his plans.
+Have your room dark, and the window open."
+
+"There is but one, Monsieur, outward, above the precipice."
+
+"That will be his choice; he can reach you thus unseen. 'Tis quite
+possible a guard may be placed at your door."
+
+He left me, and walked straight across the parade to his own
+quarters, an erect, manly figure in the sun, his long black hair
+falling to his shoulders. I drew a chair beside the door, which I
+left partially open, so that I might view the scene without. There
+was no firing now, although soldiers were grouped along the
+western stockade, keeping guard over the gate. I sat there for
+perhaps an hour, my thoughts sad enough, yet unconsciously gaining
+courage and hope from the memory of De Tonty's words of confidence.
+He was not a man to fail in any deed of daring, and I had already seen
+enough of this young Boisrondet, and heard enough of his exploits, to
+feel implicit trust in his plans of rescue. Occasionally a soldier of
+the garrison, or a _courier du bois_, of La Salle's company, passed,
+glancing at me curiously, yet I recognized no familiar face, and
+made no attempt to speak, lest the man might prove an enemy. I could
+see the door of the guardhouse, and, at last, those in attendance
+at the trial emerged, talking gravely, as they scattered in
+various directions. The three officers came forth together, proceeding
+directly across toward De Tonty's office, evidently with some
+purpose in view. No doubt, angered at his words, they sought
+satisfaction. I watched until they disappeared within the distant
+doorway, De Baugis the first to enter. A moment later one of the
+soldiers who had accompanied us from Quebec, a rather pleasant-faced
+lad, whose injured hand I had dressed at St. Ignace, approached where
+I sat, and lifted his hand in salute.
+
+"A moment, Jules," I said swiftly. "You were at the trial?"
+
+"Yes, Madame."
+
+"And the result?"
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny was held guilty, Madame," he said regretfully,
+glancing about as though to assure himself alone. "The three officers
+agreed on the verdict, although I know some of the witnesses lied."
+
+"You know--who?"
+
+"My own mate for one--Georges Descartes; he swore to seeing De Artigny
+follow Chevet from the boats, and that was not true, for we were
+together all that day. I would have said so, but the court bade me be
+still."
+
+"Ay, they were not seeking such testimony. No matter what you said,
+Jules, De Artigny would have been condemned--it was La Barre's
+orders."
+
+"Yes, Madame, so I thought."
+
+"Did the Sieur de Artigny speak?"
+
+"A few words, Madame, until M. Cassion ordered him to remain still.
+Then M. de Baugis pronounced sentence--it was that he be shot
+tomorrow."
+
+"The hour?"
+
+"I heard none mentioned, Madame."
+
+"And a purpose in that also to my mind. This gives them twenty-four
+hours in which to consummate murder. They fear De Tonty and his men
+may attempt rescue; 'tis to find out the three have gone now to his
+quarters. That is all, Jules; you had best not be seen talking here
+with me."
+
+I closed the door, and dropped the bar securely into place. I knew the
+worst now, and felt sick and faint. Tears would not come to relieve,
+yet it seemed as though my brain ceased working, as if I had lost all
+physical and mental power. I know not how long I sat there, dazed,
+incompetent to even express the vague thoughts which flashed through
+my brain. A rapping on the door aroused me. The noise, the insistent
+raps awoke me as from sleep.
+
+"Who wishes entrance?"
+
+"I--Cassion; I demand speech with you."
+
+"For what purpose, Monsieur?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ Does a man have to give excuse for desiring to speak with
+his own wife? Open the door, or I'll have it broken in. Have you not
+yet learned I am master here?"
+
+I drew the bar, no longer with any sense of fear, but impelled by a
+desire to hear the man's message. I stepped back, taking refuge behind
+the table, as the door opened, and he strode in, glancing first at me,
+then suspiciously about the apartment.
+
+"You are alone?"
+
+"Assuredly, Monsieur; did you suspect others to be present?"
+
+"Hell's fire! How did I know; you have time enough to spare for
+others, although I have had no word with you since you came. I come
+now only to tell you the news."
+
+"If it be the condemnation of Sieur de Artigny, you may spare your
+words."
+
+"You know that! Who brought you the message?"
+
+"What difference, Monsieur? I would know the result without messenger.
+You have done your master's will. What said De Tonty when you told
+him?"
+
+Cassion laughed, as though the memory was pleasant.
+
+"Faith, Madame, if you base your hopes there on rescue you'll scarce
+meet with great result. De Tonty is all bark. _Mon Dieu!_ I went in to
+hold him to account for his insult, and the fellow met us with such
+gracious speech, that the four of us drank together like old comrades.
+The others are there yet, but I had a proposition to make you--so I
+left them."
+
+"A proposition, Monsieur?"
+
+"Ay, a declaration of peace, if you will. Listen Adele, for this is
+the last time I speak you thus fairly. I have this De Artigny just
+where I want him now. His life is in my hands. I can squeeze it out
+like that; or I can open my fingers, and let him go. Now you are to
+decide which it is to be. Here is where you choose, between that
+forest brat and me."
+
+"Choose between you? Monsieur you must make your meaning more clear."
+
+"_Mon Dieu_, is it not clear already? Then I will make it so. You are
+my wife by law of Holy Church. Never have you loved me, yet I can pass
+that by, if you grant me a husband's right. This De Artigny has come
+between us, and now his life is in my hands. I know not that you love
+the brat, yet you have that interest in him which would prevent
+forgiveness of me if I show no mercy. So now I come and offer you his
+life, if you consent to be my wife in truth. Is that fair?"
+
+"It may so sound," I answered calmly, "yet the sacrifice is all mine.
+How would you save the man?"
+
+"By affording him opportunity to escape during the night; first
+accepting his pledge never to see you again."
+
+"Think you he would give such pledge?"
+
+Cassion laughed sarcastically.
+
+"Bah, what man would not to save his life! It is for you to speak the
+word."
+
+I stood silent, hesitating to give final answer. Had I truly believed
+De Artigny's case hopeless I might have yielded, and made pledge. But
+as I gazed into Cassion's face, smiling with assurance of victory, all
+my dislike of the man returned, and I shrank back in horror. The
+sacrifice was too much, too terrible; besides I had faith in the
+promises of De Tonty, in the daring of Boisrondet. I would trust them,
+aye, and myself, to find some other way of rescue.
+
+"Monsieur," I said firmly, "I understand your proposition, and refuse
+it. I will make no pledge."
+
+"You leave him to die?"
+
+"If it be God's will. I cannot dishonor myself, even to save life. You
+have my answer. I bid you go."
+
+Never did I see such look of beastly rage in the face of any man. He
+had lost power of speech, but his fingers clutched as though he had my
+throat in their grip. Frightened, I stepped back, and Chevet's pistol
+gleamed in my hand.
+
+"You hear me, Monsieur--go!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXX
+
+I CHOOSE MY FUTURE
+
+
+He backed out the door, growling and threatening. I caught little of
+what he said, nor did I in the least care. All I asked, or desired,
+was to be alone, to be free of his presence. I swung the door in his
+very face, and fastened the bar. Through the thick wood his voice
+still penetrated in words of hatred. Then it ceased, and I was alone
+in the silence, sinking down nerveless beside the table, my face
+buried in my hands.
+
+I had done right; I knew I had done right, yet the reaction left me
+weak and pulseless. I saw now clearly what must be done. Never could I
+live with this Cassion; never again could I acknowledge him as
+husband. Right or wrong, whatever the Church might do, or the world
+might say, I had come to the parting of the ways; here and now I must
+choose my own life, obey the dictates of my own conscience. I had been
+wedded by fraud to a man I despised; my hatred had grown until now I
+knew that I would rather be dead than live in his presence.
+
+If this state of mind was sin, it was beyond my power to rid myself of
+the curse; if I was already condemned of Holy Church because of
+failure to abide by her decree, then there was naught left but for me
+to seek my own happiness, and the happiness of the man I loved.
+
+I lifted my head, strengthened by the very thought, the red blood
+tingling again through my veins. The truth was mine; I felt no
+inclination to obscure it. The time had come for rejoicing, and
+action. I loved Rene de Artigny, and, although he had never spoken the
+word, I knew he loved me. Tomorrow he would be in exile, a wanderer of
+the woods, an escaped prisoner, under condemnation of death, never
+again safe within reach of French authority. Ay, but he should not go
+alone; in the depths of those forests, beyond the arm of the law,
+beyond even the grasp of the Church, we should be together. In our own
+hearts love would justify. Without a qualm of conscience, without even
+a lingering doubt, I made the choice, the final decision.
+
+I know not how long it took me to think this all out, until I had
+accepted fate; but I do know the decision brought happiness and
+courage. Food was brought me by a strange Indian, apparently unable
+to speak French; nor would he even enter the room, silently handing
+me the platter through the open door. Two sentries stood just
+without--soldiers of De Baugis, I guessed, as their features were
+unfamiliar. They gazed at me curiously, as I stood in the doorway, but
+without changing their attitudes. Plainly I was held prisoner also;
+M. Cassion's threat was being put into execution. This knowledge
+merely served to strengthen my decision, and I closed, and barred
+the door again, smiling as I did so.
+
+It grew dusk while I made almost vain effort to eat, and, at last,
+pushing the pewter plate away, I crossed over, and cautiously opened
+the wooden shutter of the window. The red light of the sunset still
+illumined the western sky, and found glorious reflection along the
+surface of the river. It was a dizzy drop to the bed of the stream
+below, but Indians were on the opposite bank, beyond rifle shot, in
+considerable force, a half-dozen canoes drawn up on the sandy shore,
+and several fires burning. They were too far away for me to judge
+their tribe, yet a number among them sported war bonnets, and I had no
+doubt they were Iroquois.
+
+So far as I could perceive elsewhere there was no movement, as my eyes
+traveled the half circle, over a wide vista of hill and dale, green
+valley and dark woods, although to the left I could occasionally hear
+the sharp report of a rifle, in evidence that besieging savages were
+still watchful of the fort entrance. I could not lean out far enough
+to see in that direction, yet as the night grew darker the vicious
+spits of fire became visible. Above me the solid log walls arose but a
+few feet--a tall man might stand upon the window ledge, and find grip
+of the roof; but below was the sheer drop to the river--perchance two
+hundred feet beneath. Already darkness shrouded the water, as the
+broad valley faded into the gloom of the night.
+
+There was naught for me to do but sit and wait. The guard which M.
+Cassion had stationed at the door prevented my leaving the room, but
+its more probable purpose was to keep others from communicating with
+me. De Tonty had evidently resorted to diplomacy, and instead of
+quarreling with the three officers when they approached him, had
+greeted them all so genially as to leave the impression that he was
+disposed to permit matters to take their natural course. He might be
+watched of course, yet was no longer suspicioned as likely to help
+rescue the prisoner. All their fear now was centered upon me, and my
+possible influence.
+
+If I could be kept from any further communication with either De
+Artigny, or De Tonty, it was scarcely probable that any of the
+garrison would make serious effort to interfere with their plans. De
+Tonty's apparent indifference, and his sudden friendliness with De
+Baugis and Cassion, did not worry me greatly. I realized his purpose
+in thus diverting suspicion. His pledge of assistance had been given
+me, and his was the word of a soldier and gentleman. In some manner,
+and soon--before midnight certainly--I would receive message from
+Boisrondet.
+
+Yet my heart failed me more than once as I waited. How long the time
+seemed, and how deadly silent was the night. Crouched close beside the
+door I could barely hear the muttered conversation of the soldiers on
+guard; and when I crossed to the open window I looked out upon a black
+void, utterly soundless. Not even the distant crack of a rifle now
+broke the solemn stillness, and the only spot of color visible was the
+dull red glow of a campfire on the opposite bank of the river. I had
+no way of computing time, and the lagging hours seemed centuries long,
+as terrifying doubts assailed me.
+
+Every new thought became an agony of suspense. Had the plans failed?
+Had Boisrondet discovered the prisoner so closely guarded as to make
+rescue impossible? Had his nerve, his daring, vanished before the real
+danger of the venture? Had De Artigny refused to accept the chance?
+What had happened; what was happening out there in the mystery?
+
+All I could do was pray, and wait. Perhaps no word would be given
+me--the escape might already be accomplished, and I left here to my
+fate. Boisrondet knew nothing of my decision to accompany De Artigny
+in his exile. If the way was difficult and dangerous, he might not
+consider it essential to communicate with me at all. De Tonty had
+promised, to be sure, yet he might have failed to so instruct the
+younger man. I clung to the window, the agony of this possibility,
+driving me wild.
+
+_Mon Dieu!_ was that a noise overhead? I could see nothing, yet, as I
+leaned further out, a cord touched my face. I grasped it, and drew the
+dangling end in. It was weighted with a bit of wood. A single coal
+glowed in the fireplace, and from this I ignited a splinter, barely
+yielding me light enough to decipher the few words traced on the white
+surface: "Safe so far; have you any word?"
+
+My veins throbbed; I could have screamed in delight, or sobbed in
+sudden joy and relief. I fairly crept to the window on hands and
+knees, animated now with but one thought, one hope--the desire not to
+be left here behind, alone. I hung far out, my face upturned, staring
+into the darkness. The distance was not great, only a few feet to the
+roof above, yet so black was the night that the edge above me blended
+imperceptibly against the sky. I could perceive no movement, no
+outline. Could they have already gone? Was it possible that they
+merely dropped this brief message, and instantly vanished? No, the
+cord still dangled; somewhere in that dense gloom, the two men peered
+over the roof edge waiting my response.
+
+"Monsieur," I called up softly, unable to restrain my eagerness.
+
+"Yes, Madame," it was De Artigny's voice, although a mere whisper.
+"You have some word for me?"
+
+"Ay, listen; is there any way by which I can join you?"
+
+"Join me--here?" astonishment at my request made him incoherent. "Why,
+Madame, the risk is great--"
+
+"Never mind that; my reason is worthy, nor have we time now to discuss
+the matter. Monsieur Boisrondet is there a way?"
+
+I heard them speak to each other, a mere murmur of sound; then another
+voice reached my ears clearly.
+
+"We have a strong grass rope, Madame, which will safely bear your
+weight. The risk will not be great. I have made a noose, and will
+lower it."
+
+I reached it with my hand, but felt a doubt as my fingers clasped it.
+
+"'Tis very small, Monsieur."
+
+"But strong enough for double your weight, as 'twas Indian woven. Put
+foot in the noose, and hold tight. There are two of us holding it
+above."
+
+The memory of the depth below frightened me, yet I crept forth on the
+narrow sill, clinging desperately to the taut rope, until I felt my
+foot safely pressed into the noose, which tightened firmly about it.
+
+"Now," I said, barely able to make my lips speak. "I am ready."
+
+"Then swing clear, Madame; we'll hold you safe."
+
+I doubt if it was a full minute in which I swung out over that gulf
+amid the black night. My heart seemed to stop beating, and I retained
+no sense other than to cling desperately to the swaying cord which
+alone held me from being dashed to death on the jagged rocks below.
+Inch by inch they drew me up, the continuous jerks yielding a
+sickening sensation, but the distance was so short, I could scarcely
+realize the full danger, before De Artigny grasped me with his hands,
+and drew me in beside him on the roof. I stood upon my feet, trembling
+from excitement, yet encouraged in my purpose, by his first words of
+welcome.
+
+"Adele," he exclaimed, forgetful of the presence of his comrade.
+"Surely you had serious cause for joining us here."
+
+"Am I welcome, Monsieur?"
+
+"Can you doubt? Yet surely it was not merely to say farewell that you
+assumed such risk?"
+
+"No, Monsieur, it was not to say farewell. I would accompany you in
+your flight. Do not start like that at my words; I cannot see your
+face--perhaps if I could I should lose courage. I have made my choice,
+Monsieur. I will not remain the slave of M. Cassion. Whether for good
+or evil I give you my faith."
+
+"You--you," his hands grasped mine. "You mean you will go with me into
+exile, into the woods?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"But do you realize what it all means? I am a fugitive, a hunted man;
+never again can I venture within French civilization. I must live
+among savages. No, no, Adele, the sacrifice is too great. I cannot
+accept of it."
+
+"Do you love me, Monsieur?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu_--yes."
+
+"Then there is no sacrifice. My heart would break here. God! Would you
+doom me to live out my life with that brute--that murderer? I am a
+young woman, a mere girl, and this is my one chance to save myself
+from hell. I am not afraid of the woods, of exile, of anything, so I
+am with you. I would rather die than go to him--to confess him
+husband."
+
+"The lady is right, Rene," Boisrondet said earnestly. "You must think
+of her as well as yourself."
+
+"Think of her! _Mon Dieu_, of whom else do I think. Adele, do you mean
+your words? Would you give up all for me?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"But do you know what your choice means?"
+
+I stood before him, brave in the darkness.
+
+"Monsieur I have faced it all. I know; the choice is made--will you
+take me?"
+
+Then I was in his strong arms, and for the first time, his lips met
+mine.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI
+
+WE REACH THE RIVER
+
+
+It was the voice of Boisrondet which recalled us to a sense of
+danger.
+
+"It is late, and we must not linger here," he insisted, touching De
+Artigny's sleeve. "The guard may discover your absence, Rene, before
+we get beyond the stockade. Come, we must move quickly."
+
+"Ay, and with more than ever to give us courage, Francois. Yet how can
+we get Madame safely over the logs?"
+
+"She must venture the same as we. Follow me closely, and tread with
+care."
+
+So dark was the night I was obliged to trust entirely to De Artigny's
+guidance, but it was evident that both men were familiar with the way,
+and had thoroughly considered the best method of escape. No doubt De
+Tonty and his young lieutenant had arranged all details, so as to
+assure success. We traversed the flat roofs of the chain of log houses
+along the west side of the stockade until we came to the end. The only
+light visible was a dull glow of embers before the guardhouse near the
+center of the parade, which revealed a group of soldiers on duty. The
+stockade extended some distance beyond where we halted, crouched low
+on the flat roof to escape being seen. There would be armed men along
+that wall, especially near the gates, guarding against attack, but the
+darkness gave us no glimpse. There was no firing, no movement to be
+perceived. The two men crept to the edge, and looked cautiously over,
+and I clung close to De Artigny, nervous from the silence, and afraid
+to become separated. Below us was the dense blackness of the gorge.
+
+"This is the spot," whispered De Artigny, "and no alarm yet. How far
+to the rocks?"
+
+"De Tonty figured the distance at forty feet below the stockade; we
+have fifty feet of rope here. The rock shelf is narrow, and the great
+risk will be not to step off in the darkness. There should be an iron
+ring here somewhere--ay, here it is; help me draw the knot taut,
+Rene."
+
+"Do we--do we go down here, Monsieur?" I questioned, my voice
+faltering.
+
+"Here, or not at all; there are guards posted yonder every two yards.
+This is our only chance to escape unseen." Boisrondet tested the rope,
+letting it slip slowly through his hands down into the darkness below,
+until it hung at full length. "It does not touch," he said, "yet it
+cannot lack more than a foot or two. Faith! We must take the risk. I
+go first Rene--hush! 'tis best so--the lady would prefer that you
+remain, while I test the passage. The devil himself may be waiting
+there." He gazed down, balancing himself on the edge, the cord gripped
+in his hands.
+
+"Now mind my word; once on the rock below I will signal with three
+jerks on the cord. Haul up then slowly, so as to make no noise; make a
+noose for the lady's foot, and lower her with care. You have the
+strength?"
+
+"Ay, for twice her weight."
+
+"Good; there will be naught to fear, Madame, for I will be below to
+aid your footing. When I give the signal again Rene will descend and
+join us."
+
+"The rope is to be left dangling?"
+
+"Only until I return. Once I leave you safe beyond the Iroquois, 'tis
+my part to climb this rope again. Some task that," cheerfully, "yet De
+Tonty deems it best that no evidence connect us with this escape. What
+make you the hour?"
+
+"Between one and two."
+
+"Which will give me time before daydawn; so here, I chance it."
+
+He swung himself over the edge, and slipped silently down into the
+black mystery. We leaned over to watch, but could see nothing, our
+only evidence of his progress, the jerking of the cord. De Artigny's
+hand closed on mine.
+
+"Dear," he whispered tenderly, "we are alone now--you are sorry?"
+
+"I am happier than I have ever been in my life," I answered honestly.
+"I have done what I believe to be right, and trust God. All I care to
+know now is that you love me."
+
+"With every throb of my heart," he said solemnly. "It is my love which
+makes me dread lest you regret."
+
+"That will never be, Monsieur; I am of the frontier, and do not fear
+the woods. Ah! he has reached the rock safely--'tis the signal."
+
+De Artigny drew up the cord, testing it to make sure the strands held
+firm, and made careful noose, into which he slipped my foot.
+
+"Now, Adele, you are ready?"
+
+"Yes, sweetheart; kiss me first."
+
+"You have no fear?"
+
+"Not with your strong hands to support, but do not keep me waiting
+long below."
+
+Ay, but I was frightened as I swung off into the black void, clinging
+desperately to that slight rope, steadily sinking downward. My body
+rubbed against the rough logs, and then against rock. Once a jagged
+edge wounded me, yet I dare not release my grip, or utter a sound. I
+sank down, down, the strain ever greater on my nerves. I retained no
+knowledge of distance, but grew apprehensive of what awaited me below.
+Would the rope reach to the rock? Would I swing clear? Even as these
+thoughts began to horrify, I felt a hand grip me, and Boisrondet's
+whisper gave cheerful greeting.
+
+"It is all right, Madame; release your foot, and trust me. Good, now
+do not venture to move, until Rene joins us. Faith, he wastes little
+time; he is coming now."
+
+I could see nothing, not even the outlines of my companion, who stood
+holding the cord taut. I could feel the jagged face of the rock,
+against which I stood, and ventured, by reaching out with one foot, to
+explore my immediate surroundings. The groping toe touched the edge of
+the narrow shelf, and I drew back startled at thought of another sheer
+drop into the black depths. My heart was still pounding when De
+Artigny found foothold beside me. As he swung free from the cord, his
+fingers touched my dress.
+
+"A fine test of courage that, Adele," he whispered, "but with Francois
+here below there was small peril. Now what next?"
+
+"A ticklish passage for a few yards. Stand close until I get by; now
+cling to the wall, and follow me. Once off this shelf we can plan our
+journey. Madame, take hold of my jacket. Rene, you have walked this
+path before."
+
+"Ay, years since, but I recall its peril."
+
+We crept forward, so cautiously it seemed we scarcely moved, the rock
+shelf we traversed so narrow in places that I could scarce find space
+in which to plant my feet firmly. Boisrondet whispered words of
+guidance back to me, and I could feel De Artigny touch my skirt as he
+followed, ready to grip me if I fell. Yet then I experienced no fear,
+no shrinking, my every thought centered on the task. Nor was the way
+long. Suddenly we clambered onto a flat rock, crossed it, and came to
+the edge of a wood, with a murmur of water not far away. Here
+Boisrondet paused, and we came close about him. There seemed to be
+more light here, although the tree shadows were grim, and the night
+rested about us in impressive silence.
+
+"Here is where the river trail comes down," and Boisrondet made motion
+to the left. "You should remember that well, Rene."
+
+"I was first to pass over it; it leads to the water edge."
+
+"Yes; not so easily followed in the night, yet you are woodsman enough
+to make it. So far as we know from above the Iroquois have not
+discovered there is a passage here. Listen, Rene; I leave you now, for
+those were De Tonty's orders. He said that from now on you would be
+safe alone. Of course he knew nothing of Madame's purpose."
+
+"Monsieur shall not find me a burden," I interrupted.
+
+"I am sure of that," he said gallantly, "and so think it best to
+return while the night conceals my movements. There will be hot words
+when M. Cassion discovers your escape, and my chief may need my sword
+beside him, if it comes to blows. Is my decision to return right,
+Rene?"
+
+"Ay, right; would that I might be with you. But what plan did M. de
+Tonty outline for me to follow?"
+
+"'Twas what I started to tell. At the edge of the water, but concealed
+from the river by rocks, is a small hut where we keep hidden a canoe
+ready fitted for any secret service. 'Twas Sieur de la Salle's thought
+that it might prove of great use in time of siege. No doubt it is
+there now just as we left it, undiscovered of the Iroquois. This will
+bear you down the river until daylight, when you can hide along
+shore."
+
+"There is a rifle?"
+
+"Two of them, with powder and ball." He laid his hand on the other's
+shoulder. "There is nothing more to say, and time is of value.
+Farewell, my friend."
+
+"Farewell," their fingers clasped. "There will be other days,
+Francois; my gratitude to M. de Tonty." Boisrondet stepped back, and,
+hat in hand, bowed to me.
+
+"Adieu, Madame; a pleasant journey."
+
+"A moment, Monsieur," I said, a falter in my voice. "You are M. de
+Artigny's friend, an officer of France, and a Catholic."
+
+"Yes, Madame."
+
+"And you think that I am right in my choice? that I am doing naught
+unworthy of my womanhood?"
+
+Even in the darkness I saw him make the symbol of the cross, before he
+bent forward and kissed my hand.
+
+"Madame," he said gravely, "I am but a plain soldier, with all my
+service on the frontier. I leave to the priests the discussion of
+doctrines, and to God my punishment and reward. I can only answer you
+as De Artigny's friend, and an officer of France. I give you honor,
+and respect, and deem your love and trust far more holy than your
+marriage. My faith, and my sword are yours, Madame."
+
+I felt his lips upon my hand, yet knew not he had gone. I stood there,
+my eyes blinded with tears at his gallant words, only becoming
+conscious of his disappearance, when De Artigny drew me to him, his
+cheek pressed against my hair.
+
+"He has gone! we are alone!"
+
+"Yes, dear one; but I thank God for those last words. They have given
+me courage, and faith. So my old comrades believe us right the
+criticism of others does not move me. You love me, Adele? you do not
+regret?"
+
+My arms found way about his neck; my lips uplifted to his.
+
+"Monsieur, I shall never regret; I trust God, and you."
+
+How he ever found his way along that dim trail I shall never know.
+Some memory of its windings, together with the instinct of a woodsman,
+must have given guidance, while no doubt his feet, clad in soft Indian
+moccasins, enabled him to feel the faint track, imperceivable in the
+darkness. It led along a steep bank, through low, tangled bushes, and
+about great trees, with here and there a rock thrust across the path,
+compelling detour. The branches scratched my face, and tore my dress,
+confusing me so that had I not clung to his arm, I should have been
+instantly lost in the gloom. Our advance was slow and cautious, every
+step taken in silence. Snakes could not have moved with less noise,
+and the precaution was well taken. Suddenly De Artigny stopped,
+gripping me in warning. For a moment there was no sound, except the
+distant murmur of waters, and the chatter of some night bird. Yet some
+instinct of the woods held the man motionless, listening. A twig
+cracked to our left, and then a voice spoke, low and rumbling. It
+sounded so close at hand the fellow could scarcely have been five
+yards away. Another voice answered, and we were aware of bodies,
+stealing along through the wood; there was a faint rustling of dead
+leaves, and the occasional swish of a branch. We crouched low in the
+trail, fairly holding our breath, every nerve tense. There was no
+sound from below, but in the other direction one warrior--I could see
+the dim outline of his naked figure--passed within reach of my
+outstretched hand.
+
+Assured that all had passed beyond hearing De Artigny rose to his
+feet, and assisted me to rise, his hand still grasping mine.
+
+"Iroquois, by the look of that warrior," he whispered, "and enough of
+them to mean mischief. I would I knew their language."
+
+"'Twas the tongue of the Tuscaroras," I answered. "My father taught me
+a little of it years ago. The first words spoken were a warning to be
+still; the other answered that the white men are all asleep."
+
+"And I am not sure but that is true. If De Tonty was in command the
+walls would be well guarded, but De Baugis and Cassion know nothing of
+Indian war."
+
+"You believe it to be an assault?"
+
+"It hath the look; 'tis not Indian nature to gather thus at this night
+hour, without a purpose. But, _pouf_, there is little they can do
+against that stockade of logs for all their numbers. It is our duty to
+be well away by daylight."
+
+The remaining distance to the water's edge was not far--a direct
+descent amid a litter of rocks, shadowed by great trees. Nothing
+opposed our passage, nor did we hear any sound from the savages
+concealed in the forest above. De Artigny led the way along the shore
+until we reached the log hut. Its door stood open; the canoe was
+gone.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII
+
+WE MEET SURPRISE
+
+
+Not until we had felt carefully from wall to wall did we admit our
+disappointment. There were no overshadowing trees here, and what small
+glimmer of light came from the dull skies found reflection on river
+and rocks, so that we could perceive each other, and gain dim view of
+our surroundings.
+
+Of the canoe there was absolutely no trace, and, if arms had been
+hidden there also, they had likewise disappeared. The very fact that
+the door stood wide open, its wooden lock broken, told the story
+clearly. I remained silent, staring about through the semi-darkness of
+the interior, rendered speechless by a feeling of utter helplessness.
+De Artigny, after an utterance of disappointment, felt his way along
+the walls; as he came back to the open door our eyes met, and he must
+have read despair in mine, for he smiled encouragingly.
+
+"Swept bare, little girl," he said. "Not so much as an ounce of powder
+left. The savages got here before us, it seems. Never mind; we shall
+have to travel a ways on woodcraft, and it will not be the first
+wilderness journey I have made without arms. Did De Tonty mention to
+you where he believed the Illini were in hiding?"
+
+"No, Monsieur--are they Indians?"
+
+"Yes; the river tribes, the most loyal of all to La Salle. It was one
+of their villages we saw on the bank of the stream as we approached
+the fort from the west, I told Boisrondet that it stood there
+deserted, but not destroyed, and it was our judgment the inhabitants
+were hiding among the river bluffs. Without canoes they could not
+travel far, and are probably concealed out yonder. If we can find them
+our greatest peril is past."
+
+"They are friendly?"
+
+"Ay, and have never shed white blood. I know them well, and with
+leadership they would be a match even for the Iroquois. De Tonty led
+them once against these same warriors, and they fought like fiends.
+Come, we will follow the stream, and see if we cannot find trace of
+their covert."
+
+It was but a cluster of rocks where the hut stood, and a few yards
+below we found the forest creeping down to the very bank of the river.
+The sky had lightened above us, the obscuring clouds opening to let
+the silver gleam of stars through, and we paused a moment gazing back,
+and upward at the vast rock on which perched the beleaguered fort. We
+could dimly perceive the vague outline of it silhouetted against the
+lighter arch of sky. In massive gloom and silence it seemed to
+dominate the night, the grim forest sweeping up to its very walls. Not
+a gleam of light appeared; not a sound reached us. I felt De Artigny's
+arm about me.
+
+"I would that I really knew what was going on yonder 'neath the screen
+of trees," he said gravely. "Some Indian trick, perchance, which it
+might be in my power to circumvent--at least bear to the lads fair
+warning."
+
+"You would risk life for that?"
+
+"Ay, my own readily. That is a lesson of the wilderness; the duty of a
+comrade. But for your presence I should be climbing the hill seeking
+to learn the purpose of those savages--else I was no true soldier of
+France."
+
+"What think you their purpose is, Monsieur?"
+
+"An attack in force at dawn. Those who passed us were heavily armed,
+and crept forward stealthily, stripped and painted for war. There were
+other parties, no doubt, creeping up through the woods from all sides.
+'Tis my thought the hour has struck for them to make their great
+effort. They have scattered the friendly Indians, killed them, or
+driven them in terror down the river. Their villages have been
+destroyed. Now all the warriors who have been at that business have
+returned, filled with blood lust, and eager to strike at the French."
+
+"But they cannot win? Surely they cannot capture the fort, Monsieur?
+Why it is all rock?"
+
+"On three sides--yes; but to the south there is ample space for attack
+in force. Those woods yonder would conceal a thousand savages within a
+few hundred yards of the fort gates. And what of the defense? Opposing
+them is one hundred and fifty feet of stockade, protected at best by
+fifty rifles. There are no more in the fort, officers, Indians, and
+all; and Boisrondet says scarcely a dozen rounds of powder and ball to
+a man. If the Iroquois know this--and why should they not?--'twill be
+no great feat of arms to batter their way in. I would do that which is
+right, Adele, if I saw clearly."
+
+I clung to his hands, staring back still at the grim outline of the
+silent fort. I understood his thoughts, his desire to aid his
+comrades; but, for a moment, my mind was a blank. I could not let him
+go, alone, to almost certain death. No, nor would he abandon me on
+such a mission! Was there no other way by which we could serve?
+Suddenly a thought crept into my mind.
+
+"Monsieur," I asked breathlessly, "where do you suppose those Illini
+Indians to be?"
+
+"Back from the river, in a glen of caves and rocks."
+
+"How far from here?"
+
+"Four or five miles; there is a trail from the mouth of the creek."
+
+"And you know the way? and there might be many warriors there? they
+will remember you, and obey your orders?"
+
+He straightened up, aroused as the full meaning of my questioning
+occurred to him.
+
+"Ay, there is a chance there, if we find them in time, and in force
+enough to make foray. _Sacre!_ I know not why such thought has not
+come to me before. Could we but fall on those devils from the rear in
+surprise, even with a third their number, they would run like cats.
+_Mon Dieu!_ I thank you for the thought."
+
+We plunged into the forest, no longer endeavoring to advance silently,
+but inspired with a desire to achieve our goal as soon as possible. At
+the mouth of a stream entering the river, De Artigny picked me up in
+his arms, and waded across. On the opposite bank he sought eagerly on
+hands and knees for the old trace he dimly remembered. At last he
+stood erect.
+
+"Ay, lass, it's here, and to be easily followed. What hour do you make
+it now?"
+
+"About three."
+
+"So I would have said; and 'tis not daylight until after five. We can
+scarce make it, yet we will try."
+
+It was not as dark here away from the gloom of the Rock; the forest
+was open, and yet I will never know how De Artigny succeeded in
+following that dim trail at so rapid a gait. As for me I could see
+nothing of any path, and merely followed him blindly, not even certain
+of the nature of the ground under my feet. Again and again I tripped
+over some obstacles--a root, a tuft of grass--and continually unnoted
+branches flapped against my face. Once I fell prone, yet so
+noiselessly that Rene passed beyond view before he realized my
+misfortune, and returned to help me regain my feet. Not until then, I
+think, did he comprehend the rapidity of his movements.
+
+"Your pardon, dear girl," and his lips brushed my hair, as he held me
+in his arms. "I forgot all but our comrades yonder. The night is dark
+to your eyes."
+
+"I can see nothing," I confessed regretfully, "yet you have no
+difficulty."
+
+"'Tis a woodsman's training. I have followed many a dim trail in dark
+forests, and this is so plain I could keep to it on a run if
+necessary. Ah! the fort is awake and vigilant--that was rifle fire."
+
+I had not only heard the sharp reports, but seen the flash of fire
+cleaving the darkness.
+
+"The discharges came from the woods yonder--they were Indian guns,
+Monsieur. See! those two last were from the stockade; I could perceive
+the logs in the flare."
+
+"Ay, and that is all; the lads will waste no ammunition in the gloom,
+except to tell the savages they are awake and ready."
+
+"How far have we traveled, Monsieur?"
+
+"A mile, perhaps. At the crooked oak yonder we leave the stream. You
+met with no harm when you fell?"
+
+"No more than a bruise. I can go on now."
+
+We turned to the right, and plunged into the thicket, the way now so
+black that I grasped his jacket in fear of becoming lost. We were
+clambering up a slight hill, careless of everything but our footing,
+when there was a sudden rustling of the low branches on either side
+our path. De Artigny stopped, thrusting me back, while at that very
+instant, indistinct forms seemed to leap forth from the covert. It
+occurred so quickly, so silently, that before I even realized danger,
+he was struggling madly with the assailants. I heard the crash of
+blows, an oath of surprise, a guttural exclamation, a groan of pain.
+Hands gripped me savagely; I felt naked bodies, struggled wildly to
+escape, but was flung helplessly to the ground, a hand grasping my
+hair. I could see nothing only a confused mass of legs and arms, but
+De Artigny was still on his feet, struggling desperately. From some
+hand he had grabbed a rifle, and swung it crashing into the faces of
+those grappling him. Back he came step by step, fighting like a fiend,
+until he stood over me. With one wide sweep of his clutched weapon he
+struck me free, a blow which shattered the gun stock, and left him
+armed only with the iron bar. But the battle fury was on him; dimly I
+could see him towering above me, bareheaded, his clothes torn to rags,
+the grim barrel poised for a blow.
+
+"St. Ann!" he cried exultantly. "'Tis a good fight so far--would you
+have more of it?"
+
+"Hold!" broke in a French voice from out the darkness. "What means
+this? Are you of white blood?"
+
+"I have always supposed so."
+
+"A renegade consorting with devils of the Iroquois?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ No! an officer of Fort St. Louis."
+
+I could see the white man thrust aside the Indian circle, and strike
+through. His face was invisible, although I was upon my knees now, but
+he was a short, heavily built fellow.
+
+"Stand back! ay, make room. Saint Guise, we are fighting our own
+friends. If you are of the garrison name yourself."
+
+De Artigny, still clasping his rifle barrel, reached out his other
+hand, and lifted me to my feet.
+
+"Perchance," he said coolly, "if I were a stickler for etiquette, I
+might ask you first for some explanation of this attack. However, we
+have made some heads ring, so I waive that privilege. I am the Sieur
+de Artigny, a lieutenant of La Salle's."
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_" the other stepped forward, his hand outstretched. "'Tis
+no unknown name to me, although we have never before met by some
+chance--I am Francois de la Forest."
+
+"La Forest! You were in France three months ago."
+
+"Aye; I was there when Sieur de la Salle landed. He told me the whole
+tale. I was with him when he had audience with Louis. I am here now
+bearing the orders of the King, countersigned by La Barre at Quebec,
+restoring De Tonty to command at Fort St. Louis, and bidding De Baugis
+and that fool Cassion return to New France."
+
+De Artigny crushed the man's hand in both his own, dropping the rifle
+barrel to the ground. His voice trembled as he made answer.
+
+"He won the King's favor? he convinced Louis?"
+
+"No doubt of that--never saw I a greater miracle."
+
+"And the Sieur de la Salle--has he returned?"
+
+"Nay; he remains in France, to fit out an expedition to sail for the
+mouth of the Great River. He hath special commission from the King. To
+me was given the honor of bearing his message. Ah! but La Barre raved
+like a mad bull when I handed him the King's order. I thought he would
+burst a blood vessel, and give us a new governor. But no such luck.
+Pah! I stood there, struggling to keep a straight face, for he had no
+choice but obey. 'Twas a hard dose to swallow, but there was Louis'
+orders in his own hand, all duly sealed; and a command that I be
+dispatched hither with the message."
+
+"How made you the journey in so short a time?"
+
+"Overland from Detroit, the same trail you traveled with La Salle;
+'tis much the shorter."
+
+"Alone?"
+
+"With two _courier de bois_; they are with me now. But what is this De
+Artigny you have with you--a woman?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII
+
+WARRIORS OF THE ILLINI
+
+
+"Yes, M. de la Forest," I said, stepping forward to save Rene from a
+question which would embarrass him. "I am the daughter of Captain
+la Chesnayne, whom the Sieur de Artigny hath taken under his
+protection."
+
+"La Chesnayne's daughter! Ah, I heard the story told in Quebec--'twas
+La Barre's aid who gave me the facts with many a chuckle as though he
+held it an excellent joke. But why are you here, Madame? Is not M.
+Cassion in the fort yonder?"
+
+"'Tis a long tale, La Forest," broke in De Artigny, laying his hand on
+the other's shoulder, "and will bide a better time for telling. I am a
+soldier, and you may trust my word. We are La Salle's men; let it go
+at that, for there is graver duty fronting us now than the retelling
+of camp gossip. Madame is my friend, and my hand will defend her
+reputation. Is that enough, comrade?"
+
+"Ay, enough. My best regards, Madame," and he bowed low before me, his
+words ringing true. "Whoever Sieur de la Salle has learned to trust
+hath my faith also. You have come from the fort I take it, De Artigny?
+How are matters there?"
+
+"Ill enough; the officers at swords' points, and the men divided into
+three camps, for where De la Durantaye stands there is no evidence. M.
+Cassion holds command by virtue of La Barre's commission, and knows no
+more of Indian war than a Quebec storekeeper. The garrison numbers
+fifty men all told; two-thirds soldiers, and a poor lot."
+
+"With ammunition, and food?"
+
+"Ample to eat, so far as I know, but Boisrondet tells me with scarce a
+dozen rounds per man. The Iroquois are at the gates, and will attack
+at daylight."
+
+"You know this?"
+
+"The signs are plain. We passed one party clambering up the cliff--no
+less than fifty warriors, naked and painted for war. Tuscaroras,
+Madame said from the words she overheard as they slipped past where we
+hid. 'Tis not likely they made reconnoissance alone. The fiends have
+been a week in this valley, and have swept all clear of our Indian
+allies; now they can bring their full force against the fort."
+
+"No doubt you are right."
+
+"'Twas my judgment, at least, and we sought help when we ran into you.
+What Indians have you?"
+
+"Illini, mostly, with a handful of Miamis and Kickapoos. We met them
+at the crossing, hiding in the hills. They were sadly demoralized, and
+filled with horror at what they had seen, yet agreed to return here
+under my leadership."
+
+"Who is their chief?"
+
+"Old Sequitah--you know him?"
+
+"Ay, a real warrior. 'Tis better than I dared hope, for I have been in
+battle with him before. Do you number a hundred?"
+
+"And fifty more, though indifferently armed. Never have I seen the
+Illini in action, De Artigny; they seem to me a poor lot, so
+frightened of the wolves as to be valueless."
+
+"So they are if left to themselves, but under white leadership they
+stiffen. They will fight if given the Indian style. They will never
+stand in defense, but if we lead them to a surprise, they'll give good
+account of themselves. That is my plan La Forest--that we creep up
+through the woods behind the Iroquois lines. They will expect no
+attack from the rear, and will have no guard. If we move quickly while
+it remains dark, we ought to get within a few yards of the red demons
+without discovery. They will fight desperately, no doubt, for their
+only hope of escape would be to either plunge down the rocky banks on
+either side, or cut a way through. You have been at the fort?"
+
+"Twice before."
+
+"Then you know the nature of the ground. 'Tis all woodland until
+within a few hundred yards of the gates. You recall the great rock
+beside the trail?"
+
+"Ay, and the view from the top."
+
+"My plan would be to creep up that far, with flanking parties on the
+slopes below. In front, as you may remember, there is an open space,
+then a fringe of forest hiding the clearing before the stockade. The
+Iroquois will be gathered behind that fringe of trees waiting
+daylight. Is my thought right?"
+
+"'Tis the most likely spot."
+
+"Then listen; I have thought this all out. You and I, with Sequitah,
+will take a hundred of your Indians, cross the small river, and
+advance up the trail. That leaves fifty warriors to creep through the
+woods on either slope, twenty-five to a side, led by your two
+_couriers de bois_. We will wait at the great rock, and give the
+signal."
+
+La Forest stood silent a moment, thinking; then rested his hand on De
+Artigny's shoulder.
+
+"It looks feasible enough, but the flanking parties may not reach
+their positions in time."
+
+"The one from the west will not have as far to travel as we do. The
+other does not make so much difference, for if the Iroquois break they
+will come in this direction--the other side of the trail is sheer
+rock."
+
+"True; and what about the lady?"
+
+"I shall go with you, Messieurs," I said quietly. "There will be no
+more danger there than here; besides you would not leave me alone
+without a guard, and you will need every fighting man."
+
+I felt the grip of Rene's hand but it was La Forest's voice that
+spoke.
+
+"The right ring to that, hey, De Artigny! Madame answers my last
+argument. But first, let us have word with the chief."
+
+He addressed a word into the crowd of indistinguishable figures, and
+an Indian came forward. Dim as the light was I was impressed with the
+dignity of his carriage, the firm character of his facial outline.
+
+"I am Sequitah, Chief of the Mascoutins," he said gravely, "for whom
+the white chief sent."
+
+De Artigny stepped forth, standing as erect as the other.
+
+"Sequitah is great chief," he said quietly, "a warrior of many
+battles, the friend of La Salle. We have smoked the peace-pipe
+together, and walked side by side on the war-trail. Sequitah knows who
+speaks?"
+
+"The French warrior they call De Artigny."
+
+"Right; 'tis not the first time you and I have met the Iroquois! The
+wolves are here again; they have burned the villages of the Illini,
+and killed your women and children. The valley is black with smoke,
+and red with blood. What says the war chief of the Mascoutins--will
+his warriors fight? Will they strike with us a blow against the
+beasts?"
+
+The chief swept his hand in wide circle.
+
+"We are warriors; we have tasted blood. What are the white man's words
+of wisdom?"
+
+Briefly, in quick, ringing sentences, De Artigny outlined his plan.
+Sequitah listened motionless, his face unexpressive of emotion. Twice,
+confused by some French phrase, he asked grave questions, and once a
+_courier de bois_ spoke up in his own tongue, to make the meaning
+clear. As De Artigny ceased the chief stood for a moment silent.
+
+"We leap upon them from cover?" he asked calmly, "and the white men
+will sally forth to aid us?"
+
+"'Tis so we expect--M. de Tonty is never averse to a fight."
+
+"I believe in the Iron Hand; but 'tis told me others command now. If
+they fail we are but few against many."
+
+"They will not fail, Sequitah; they are Frenchmen."
+
+The Indian folded his hands across his breast, his eyes on the two men
+facing him. There was silence, but for the slight rustle of moving
+bodies in the darkness.
+
+"Sequitah hears the voice of his friend," he announced at last, "and
+his words sound wise. The warriors of the Illini will fight beside the
+white men."
+
+There was no time lost although I know but little of what occurred,
+being left alone there while La Forest and De Artigny divided the men,
+and arranged the plans of advance. The dense night shrouded much of
+this hasty preparation, for all I could perceive were flitting
+figures, or the black shadow of warriors being grouped together. I
+could hear voices, never loud, giving swift orders, or calling to this
+or that individual through the gloom.
+
+A party tramped by me, and disappeared, twenty or more naked warriors,
+headed by a black-bearded Frenchman, bearing a long rifle--the
+detachment, no doubt, dispatched to guard the slope east of the trail,
+and hurried forth to cover the greater distance. Yet these could have
+scarcely advanced far through that jungle when the others were also in
+line, waiting the word.
+
+The very silence in which all this was accomplished, the noiseless
+bodies, the almost breathless attention, scarcely enabled me to
+realize the true meaning of it all. These men were going into battle,
+into a death grapple. They meant to attack five times their own
+number. This was no boy's play; it was war, savage, relentless war.
+The stern horror of it seemed to suddenly grip me as with icy fingers.
+Here was what I had read of, dreamed of, being enacted before my very
+eyes. I was even a part of it, for I was going with them to the field
+of blood.
+
+Yet how different everything was from those former pictures of
+imagination. There was no noise, no excitement, no shrinking--just
+those silent, motionless men standing in the positions assigned them,
+the dim light gleaming on their naked bodies, their ready weapons. I
+heard the voices of the white men, speaking quietly, giving last
+instructions as they passed along the lines. Sequitah took his place,
+not two yards from me, standing like a statue, his face stern and
+emotionless.
+
+It was like a dream, rather than a reality. I was conscious of no
+thrill, no sense of fear. It was as though I viewed a picture in which
+I had no personal interest. Out of the darkness came De Artigny,
+pausing an instant before the chief.
+
+"All is well, Sequitah?"
+
+"Good--'tis as the white chief wishes."
+
+"Then we move at once; La Forest will guide the rear; you and I will
+march together. Give your warriors the word."
+
+He turned and took my hand.
+
+"You will walk with me, dear one; you are not afraid?"
+
+"Not of the peril of coming battle," I answered. "I--I think I hardly
+realize what that all means; but the risk you run. Rene! If--if you
+win, you will be a prisoner condemned to death."
+
+He laughed, and bent low, so I felt his lips brush my cheek.
+
+"You do not understand, dear girl. A moment and I will explain--once
+we are beyond the stream. Now I must see that all move together."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIV
+
+WE WAIT IN AMBUSH
+
+
+We advanced through the woods down a slight incline, the Indians
+moving like so many phantoms. Not a branch rattled as they glided
+silently forward, not a leaf rustled beneath the soft tread of
+moccasined feet. De Artigny led me by the hand, aiding me to move
+quietly over the uneven ground, but made no effort to speak. Beside
+us, not unlike a shadow, strode the chief Sequitah, his stern face
+uplifted, shadowed by long black hair, a rifle gripped in his sinewy
+arms. We crossed the little river, De Artigny bearing me easily in his
+grasp, and, on the opposite shore, waited for the others to follow.
+They came, a long line of dark, shadowy forms, wading cautiously
+through the shallow water, and ranged themselves just below the bank,
+many still standing in the stream. What light there was flickered over
+naked bodies, and revealed savage eyes gleaming from out masses of
+black hair.
+
+De Artigny stepped forward on the exposed root of a tree to where he
+could see his dusky followers, and La Forest climbed the bank, and
+joined him. A moment the two men conferred, turning about to question
+Sequitah. As they separated I could distinguish De Artigny's final
+words.
+
+"Very well, then, if it is your wish I take command. Sequitah, a
+hundred warriors will follow you along the trail--you know it well.
+Have your best scouts in advance, and circle your braves so as to make
+attack impossible. Your scouts will not go beyond the great rock
+except on my order. M. la Forest will accompany them. This is clear?"
+
+The Indian muttered response in his own tongue; then spoke more
+sharply, and the mass of warriors below changed formation, the greater
+number climbing the bank, and grouping themselves in the darker shadow
+of the woods.
+
+"Who has charge of the others?" asked De Artigny.
+
+"Bastian Courtray," replied La Forest. "He is yonder."
+
+"Then Courtray, listen; you follow the stream, but do not venture from
+cover. Post your men below the stockade and wait to intercept
+fugitives. We will do the fighting above. Are the warriors with you
+armed?"
+
+"All but ten have rifles, Monsieur, but I know not if they be of
+value."
+
+"You must make the best use of them you can. Above all things be
+quiet, and do nothing to alarm the Iroquois. You may go."
+
+I leaned forward watching them as they waded down stream, and then
+climbed the bank, disappearing in the undergrowth. Sequitah had moved
+past me, and I heard his voice speaking in Indian dialect. Along the
+forest aisles his warriors glided by where I stood, noiselessly as
+shadows. In another moment De Artigny and I were alone, the black
+night all about us, and not a sound reaching our ears to tell of those
+vanished allies. He took my hand, a caress in his touch, a suggestion
+of pride in his voice.
+
+"The old chief is warrior still," he said, "and, unless all signs
+fail, the Iroquois will long remember this day. Come, Adele, 'twill
+not do for us to be far behind, and we have walked this trail before
+together."
+
+Had I not tested it with my own ears never would I have believed a
+hundred men could have made way so noiselessly in the dark, through
+such thick forest, rock strewn and deeply rutted. Yet not a sound of
+their stealthy passage was wafted back to us on the wind--no echo of
+voice, no rasping of foot, no rustle of leaves. Ghosts could not have
+moved more silently. Some way the very thought that these grim savages
+were thus creeping forward to attack, and kill, their hearts mad with
+hate, wild beasts of prey stalking their victims, yielded me a strange
+feeling of horror. I clung to De Artigny's arm, shrinking from the
+shadows, my mind filled with nameless fear.
+
+"Adele," he whispered, tenderly, "you still fear for me in this
+venture?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"There is no need. You heard La Forest say he bore orders of the King
+which gave De Tonty command once more of Fort St. Louis."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; but you have already been tried and condemned. Even if
+they have not authority to shoot you here, they have power to
+transport to Quebec."
+
+"There would be battle first, if I know my old comrades well. No, as
+to that there is no cause to fear. I shall be given fair trial now,
+and welcome it. My fear has been for you--the vengeance of Cassion, if
+ever you came within his grasp again. But that also is settled."
+
+"Settled? What is it you would tell me?"
+
+"This, sweetheart; you should know, although I would that some other
+might tell you. La Forest whispered it to me while we were alone
+yonder, for he knew not you were estranged from your husband. He bears
+with him the King's order for the arrest of M. Cassion. Captain de
+Baugis is commissioned by La Barre to return him safely to Quebec for
+trial."
+
+"On what charge?"
+
+"Treason to France; the giving of false testimony against a King's
+officer, and the concealing of official records."
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ was it the case of my father?"
+
+"Yes; the truth has been made clear. There is, as I understand from
+what La Forest told me, not sufficient evidence against La Barre to
+convict, yet 'tis believed the case will cost him his office. But M.
+Cassion was his agent, and is guilty beyond a doubt."
+
+"But, Monsieur, who made the charges? Who brought the matter to the
+attention of Louis?"
+
+"The Comte de Frontenac; he was your father's friend, and won him
+restoration of his property. Not until La Forest met him in France was
+he aware of the wrong done Captain la Chesnayne. Later he had converse
+with La Salle, a Franciscan once stationed at Montreal, and two
+officers of the regiment Carignan-Salliers. Armed with information
+thus gained he made appeal to Louis. 'Tis told me the King was so
+angry he signed the order of arrest with his own hand, and handed it
+to La Forest to execute."
+
+"The Governor knows?"
+
+"Not yet. La Forest felt it best to keep the secret, fearing he might
+be detained, or possibly ambushed on the way hither."
+
+I cannot describe my feelings--joy, sorrow, memory of the past,
+overwhelming me. My eyes were wet with tears, and I could find no
+words. De Artigny seemed to understand, yet he made no effort to
+speak, merely holding me close with his strong arm. So in silence, our
+minds upon the past and the future, we followed the savages through
+the black night along the dim trail. For the time I forgot where I
+was, my weird, ghastly surroundings, the purpose of our stealthy
+advance, and remembered only my father, and the scenes of childhood.
+He must have comprehended, for he made no attempt to interrupt my
+reverie, and his silence drew me closer--the steady pressure of his
+arm brought me peace.
+
+Suddenly before us loomed the shadow of the great rock, which rose a
+mighty barrier across the trail, its crest outlined against the sky.
+The Indians had halted here, and we pressed forward through them,
+until we came to where the chief and La Forest waited. There was a
+growing tinge of light in the eastern sky, enabling us to perceive
+each other's faces. All was tense, expectant, the Indians scarcely
+venturing to breathe, the two white men conversing in whispers.
+Sequitah stood motionless as a statue, his lips tightly closed.
+
+"Your scouts ventured no further?" questioned De Artigny.
+
+"No, 'twas not safe; one man scaled the rock, and reports the Iroquois
+just beyond."
+
+"They hide in covert where I suspected then; but I would see with my
+own eyes. There is crevice here, as I remember, to give foothold. Ay,
+here it is, an easy passage enough. Come, La Forest, a glance ahead
+will make clear my plans."
+
+The two clambered up noiselessly, and outstretched themselves on the
+flat surface above. The dawn brightened, almost imperceptibly, so I
+could distinguish the savage forms on either side, some standing, some
+squatting on the grass, all motionless, but alert, their weapons
+gleaming, their cruel eyes glittering from excitement. La Forest
+descended cautiously, and touched the arm of the chief.
+
+"You see?"
+
+The Indian shook his head.
+
+"Sequitah know now; he not need see. We do what white chief says."
+
+La Forest turned toward me.
+
+"And you, Madame, De Artigny would have you join him."
+
+Surprised at the request I rested my foot in his hand, and crept
+forward along the smooth surface until I lay beside Rene. He glanced
+aside into my face.
+
+"Do not lift your head," he whispered. "Peer through this cleft in the
+stone."
+
+Had I the talent I could sketch that scene now from memory. It must
+ever abide in my mind, distinct in every detail. The sky overcast with
+cloud masses, a dense mist rising from the valley, the pallid spectral
+light barely making visible the strange, grotesque shapes of rocks,
+trees and men. Before us was a narrow opening, devoid of vegetation, a
+sterile patch of stone and sand, and beyond this a fringe of trees,
+matted with underbrush below so as to make good screen, but
+sufficiently thinned out above, so that, from our elevation, we could
+look through the interlaced branches across the cleared space where
+the timber had been chopped away to the palisades of the fort. The
+first space was filled with warriors, crouching behind the cover of
+underbrush. Most of these were lying down, or upon their knees,
+watchfully peering through toward the fort gates, but a few were
+standing, or moving cautiously about bearing word of command. The
+attention of all was in front riveted upon the silent, seemingly
+deserted fort. Not a face did I note turned in our direction, not a
+movement to indicate our presence was suspected. It was a line, in
+many places two deep, of naked red bodies, stretching down the slope
+on either side; the coarse black hair of the warriors gave them savage
+look, while here and there a chief sported gaudy war bonnet, and all
+along was the gleam of weapons. The number of them caused me to gasp
+for breath.
+
+"Monsieur," I whispered timidly, "you can never attack; there are too
+many."
+
+"They appear more numerous than they are," he answered confidently,
+"but it will be a stiff fight. Not all Tuscaroras either; there are
+Eries yonder to the right, and a few renegade Mohawks with them. Look,
+by the foot of that big tree, the fellow in war bonnet, and deerskin
+shirt--what make you of him?"
+
+"A white man in spite of his paint."
+
+"'Twas my guess also. I thought it likely they had a renegade with
+them, for this is not Indian strategy. La Forest was of the same
+opinion, although 'twas too dark when he was here for us to make
+sure."
+
+"For what are they waiting, and watching?"
+
+"The gates to open, no doubt. If they suspect nothing within, they
+will send out a party soon to reconnoiter the trail, and reach the
+river below for water. It is the custom, and, no doubt, these devils
+know, and will wait their chance. They urge the laggards now."
+
+We lay and watched them, his hand clasping mine. Those warriors who
+had been lying prone, rose to their knees, and weapons in hand,
+crouched for a spring; the chiefs scattered, careful to keep concealed
+behind cover. Not a sound reached us, every movement noiseless, the
+orders conveyed by gesture of the hand. De Artigny pressed my
+fingers.
+
+"Action will come soon," he said, his lips at my ear, "and I must be
+ready below to take the lead. You can serve us best here, Adele; there
+is no safer spot if you lie low. You have a bit of cloth--a
+handkerchief?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Then watch the fort gates, and if you see them open drop the cloth
+over the edge of the rock there in signal. I will wait just below, but
+from where we are we can see nothing. You understand?"
+
+"Surely, Monsieur; I am to remain here and watch; then signal you when
+the fort gates open."
+
+"Ay, that is it; or if those savages advance into the open--they may
+not wait."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+His lips touched mine, and I heard him whisper a word of endearment.
+
+"You are a brave girl."
+
+"No, Monsieur; I am frightened, terribly frightened, but--but I love
+you, and am a Frenchwoman."
+
+He crept back silently, and I was left alone on the great rock, gazing
+out anxiously into the gray morning.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXV
+
+THE CHARGE OF THE ILLINI
+
+
+It seemed a long time, yet it could scarcely have exceeded a few
+moments, for the light of early dawn was still dim and spectral,
+making those savage figures below appear strange and inhuman, while,
+through the tree barrier, the more distant stockade was little more
+than a vague shadow. I could barely distinguish the sharp pointed
+logs, and if any guard passed, his movements were indistinguishable.
+
+Had I not known where they were even the position of the gates
+would have been a mystery. Yet I lay there, my eyes peering through
+the cleft in the rock, every nerve in my body throbbing. All had
+been entrusted to me; it was to be my signal which would send De
+Artigny, La Forest, and their Indian allies forward. I must not
+fail them; I must do my part. Whatever the cost--even though it be his
+life--nothing could absolve me from this duty.
+
+The Iroquois were massing toward the center, directly in front of the
+closed gates. The change in formation was made with all the
+stealthiness of Indian cunning, the warriors creeping silently behind
+the concealing bushes, and taking up their new positions according to
+motions of their chiefs. Those having rifles loaded their weapons,
+while others drew knives and tomahawks from their belts, and held them
+glittering in the gray light. The white leader remained beside the big
+tree, paying no apparent heed to anything excepting the stockade in
+front. The daylight brightened, but mist clouds overhung the valley,
+while floating wreaths of fog drifted between the great rock and the
+fort gates, occasionally even obscuring the Iroquois in vaporous
+folds. There was no sound, no sight, of those hidden below, waiting my
+word. I seemed utterly alone.
+
+Suddenly I started, lifting myself slightly, on one arm so as to see
+more clearly. Ay, the gates were opening, slowly at first as though
+the great wooden hinges made resistance; then the two leaves parted,
+and I had glimpse within. Two soldiers pushed against the heavy logs,
+and, as they opened wider, a dozen, or more men were revealed, leaning
+carelessly on their rifles. Boisrondet, bearing gun in the hollow of
+his arm stepped forward into the opening, and gazed carelessly about
+over the gray, mist shrouded scene.
+
+It was evident enough he felt no suspicion that anything more serious
+than the usual Indian picket would be encountered. He turned and spoke
+to the soldiers, waiting while they shouldered their rifles, and
+tramped forth to join him. His back was toward the fringe of wood. The
+arm of the white renegade shot into the air, and behind him the massed
+Iroquois arose to their feet, crouching behind their cover ready to
+spring. I reached over the rock edge, and dropped the handkerchief.
+
+I must have seen what followed, yet I do not know; the incidents seem
+burned on my memory, yet are so confused I can place them in no order.
+The white renegade seemed waiting, his arm upraised. Ere it fell in
+signal to dispatch his wild crew to the slaughter, there was a crash
+of rifles all about me, the red flare leaping into the gray mist--a
+savage yell from a hundred throats, and a wild rush of naked bodies.
+
+I saw warriors of the Iroquois fling up their arms and fall; I saw
+them shrink, and shrivel, break ranks and run. Surprised, stricken,
+terrified by the war-whoops of the maddened Illini, realizing only
+that they were caught between enemies, their one and only thought was
+escape. Two of their chiefs were down, and the white renegade,
+stumbling and falling as though also hurt, dived into the underbrush.
+
+Before they could rally, or even comprehend what had occurred, their
+assailants were upon them. Leaping across the open, over rock and
+sand, yelling like fiends, weapons gleaming in the dull light, the
+frenzied Illini, enflamed with revenge, maddened with hate, flung
+themselves straight at them. Rifles flashed in their faces, tomahawks
+whirled in the air, but nothing stopped that rush. Warriors fell, but
+the others stumbled over the naked bodies. I saw De Artigny, stripped
+to his shirt, and that in rags from the bushes he had plunged through,
+his rifle barrel gripped, a yard in front of them all. I saw La
+Forest, bareheaded, and Sequitah, his Indian stoicism forgotten in mad
+blood lust.
+
+Then they struck and were lost in the fierce maelstrom of struggle,
+striking, falling, red hands gripping at red throats, rifle butts
+flung high, tomahawks dealing the death blow, knives gleaming as
+sinewy arms drove them home. I could no longer distinguish enemy from
+friend; they were interlocked, struggling like mad dogs, fighting as
+devils might, a wild tangled mass of bodies, of waving hair, of
+blazing eyes, of uplifted steel.
+
+The Iroquois had rallied from their first shock; already they realized
+the small number of the attackers. Those who had fled were turning
+back; those on either flank were running toward the scene of fight. I
+saw the white renegade burst from the press, urging these laggards
+forward. Scarcely had he attained the outer edge, when De Artigny
+fought his way forth also, tearing the mass asunder with sweep of
+rifle. They stood face to face, glaring into each other's eyes.
+
+The rifle in De Artigny's hand was but a twisted bar of iron; this
+renegade's only weapon was a murderous knife, its point reddened with
+blood. What word was said, I know not, but I saw De Artigny fling his
+bar aside, and draw the knife at his belt. _Mon Dieu!_ I could not
+look; I know not how they fought; I hid my eyes and prayed. When I
+glanced up again both were gone, the fighting mass was surging over
+the spot--but the Iroquois were in flight, seeking only some means of
+escape, while out through the fort gates the soldiers of the garrison
+were coming on a run, pouring volleys of lead into the fleeing
+savages. I saw De Tonty, De Baugis, De la Durantaye--ay! and there was
+M. Cassion, back among the stragglers, waving his sword gallantly in
+the air. It was all over with so quickly I could but sit and stare;
+they ran past me in pursuit, wild yells echoing through the woods, but
+all I thought of then was M. de Artigny. I scrambled down the rock,
+falling heavily in my haste, yet once upon my feet again, rushed
+forth, reckless of danger. The ground was strewn with dead and
+wounded, the victorious Illini already scattered in merciless,
+headlong pursuit. Only a group of soldiers remained at the edge of the
+forest. Among these were De Tonty and La Forest. Neither noticed my
+approach until I faced them.
+
+"What, Madame," exclaimed De Tonty, "you here also?" he paused as
+though in doubt, "and the Sieur de Artigny--had he part in this feat
+of arms?"
+
+"A very important part, Monsieur," returned La Forest, staunching a
+wound on his forehead, yet bowing gallantly to me. "'Twas indeed his
+plan, and I permitted him command as he knows these Illini Indians
+better than I."
+
+"But does he live, Monsieur?" I broke in anxiously.
+
+"Live! ay, very much alive--see, he comes yonder now. Faith, he fought
+Jules Lescalles knife to knife, and ended the career of that renegade.
+Is that not a recommendation, M. de Tonty?"
+
+The other did not answer; he was watching De Artigny approach, his
+eyes filled with doubt. I also had scarce thought otherwise, and
+stepped forward to greet him, with hands outstretched. He was rags
+from head to foot, spattered with blood, an ugly wound showing on one
+cheek, yet his lips and eyes smiled.
+
+"'Twas good work, well done," he said cheerily. "'Twill be a while
+before the Iroquois besiege this fort again. Is that not your thought,
+M. de Tonty?"
+
+"I appreciate the service rendered," replied the other gravely. "But
+you are in peril here. M. Cassion is yonder, and still in command."
+
+De Artigny glanced inquiringly at La Forest, and the latter stepped
+forward, a leather bound packet in his hands.
+
+"Your pardon, M. de Tonty," he said. "I had forgotten my true mission
+here. I bear orders from the King of France."
+
+"From Louis? La Salle has reached the King's ear?"
+
+"Ay, to good results. These are for you, Monsieur."
+
+De Tonty took them, yet his thought was not upon their contents, but
+with his absent chief.
+
+"You saw Sieur de la Salle in France? you left him well?"
+
+"More than well--triumphant over all his enemies. He sails for the
+mouth of the Great River with a French colony; Louis authorized the
+expedition."
+
+"And is that all?"
+
+"All, except it was rumored at the court that La Barre would not for
+long remain Governor of New France."
+
+The face of the Italian did not change expression; slowly he opened
+the papers, and glanced at their contents; then folded them once more,
+and lifted his eyes to our faces.
+
+"By Grace of the King," he said simply, "I am again in command of Fort
+St. Louis. I see the order is countersigned by La Barre."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; he had no choice--'twas not done happily."
+
+"I presume not. But Messieurs, it may be well for us to return within
+the fort. Madame, may I have the pleasure of escorting you?"
+
+We made our way slowly through the fringe of woods, and across the
+open space before the fort gates which still stood open. The dead
+bodies of savages were on all sides, so horribly mutilated, many of
+them, that I hid my eyes from the sight. De Tonty tried to speak of
+other things, and to shield me from the view, but I was so sick at
+heart I could hardly answer him. De la Durantaye, with a dozen men to
+aid, was already busily engaged in seeking the wounded, and I caught
+sight of De Baugis far down the western slope clambering up, a body of
+Indians at his heels. Cassion had disappeared; indeed there was not so
+much as a single guard at the gate when we entered, yet we were
+greeted instantly by his voice.
+
+"'Tis well you return, M. de Tonty," he said loudly. "I was about to
+call those soldiers yonder, and close the gates. 'Tis hardly safe to
+have them left thus with all these strange Indians about."
+
+"They are Illini, Monsieur--our allies."
+
+"Pah! an Indian is an Indian to my mind; bid M. de la Durantaye come
+hither." He stared at De Artigny and me, seeing us first as he stepped
+forward. A moment he gasped, his voice failing; then anger conquered,
+and he strode forward, sword in hand.
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ What is this? You here again, you bastard wood ranger? I
+had hopes I was rid of you, even at the cost of a wife. Well, I soon
+will be. Here, Durantaye, bring your men; we have a prisoner here to
+stretch rope. De Tonty, I command you in the name of France!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXVI
+
+THE CLEARING OF MYSTERY
+
+
+The point of his sword was at De Artigny's breast, but the younger man
+stood motionless, his lips smiling, his eyes on the other's face.
+
+"Perchance, Monsieur," he said quietly, "it might be best for you
+first to speak with this friend of mine."
+
+"What friend? _Sacre!_ What is the fellow to me? Who is he? another
+one of La Salle's spawn?"
+
+La Forest, still bareheaded, his forehead bleeding, pressed down the
+swordblade.
+
+"The company is a good one," he said bluntly enough, "and just now
+well worth belonging to. I am Francois de la Forest, Monsieur, one
+time commandant at Detroit; at present messenger from the King of
+France."
+
+"King's messenger--you! _Mon Dieu!_ you look it. Come, man, what
+mummery is this?"
+
+"No mummery, Monsieur. I left France two months since, bearing the
+King's own word to M. la Barre. 'Tis with his endorsement I journeyed
+hither to restore Henri de Tonty to his rightful command of Fort St.
+Louis."
+
+"You lie!" Cassion cried hotly, eyes blazing hatred and anger, "'tis
+some hellish trick."
+
+"Monsieur, never before did man say that to me, and live. Were you not
+felon, and thief I would strike you where you stand. Ay, I mean the
+words--now listen; lift that sword point and I shoot you dead.
+Monsieur de Tonty, show the man the papers."
+
+Cassion took them as though in a daze, his hand trembling, his eyes
+burning with malignant rage. I doubt if he ever saw clearly the
+printed and written words of the document, but he seemed to grasp
+vaguely the fact of La Barre's signature.
+
+"A forgery," he gasped. "Ah, De Baugis, see here; these damned curs of
+La Salle would play trick on me. Look at the paper."
+
+The dragoon took it, and smoothed it out in his hands. His face was
+grave, as his eyes searched the printed lines.
+
+"'Tis the great seal of France," he said soberly, looking about at the
+faces surrounding him, "and the signature of the governor. How came it
+here?"
+
+"By my hand," returned La Forest proudly. "You know me--Monsieur
+Francois la Forest."
+
+"Ay, I know you, ever a follower of La Salle, and friend of Frontenac.
+'Twas through his influence you got this. 'Tis little use for us to
+quarrel, M. Cassion--the order is genuine."
+
+"_Mon Dieu_, I care not for such an order; it does not supersede my
+commission; I outrank this De Tonty."
+
+"Hush, do not play the fool."
+
+"Better the fool than the coward."
+
+"Wait," said La Forest sharply, "the matter is not ended. You are
+Francois Cassion, of Quebec?"
+
+"Major of Infantry, Commissaire of the Governor La Barre."
+
+"So the titles read in this document. I arrest you by King's order for
+treason to France, and mutilation of official records. Here is the
+warrant, M. de Baugis, and your orders to convey the prisoner to
+Quebec for trial."
+
+Cassion's face went white, and he struggled madly for breath. De
+Baugis grasped the paper, so startled at this new development as to be
+incapable of comprehension.
+
+"Under arrest? for what, Monsieur? Treason, and mutilation of official
+records? What does it mean?"
+
+"This--the man knows, and will not deny the charge. False testimony
+sworn to, and signed by this Francois Cassion, charged Captain la
+Chesnayne with cowardice and treason. In consequence the latter was
+broken of his command, and his estates forfeited to the Crown. Later,
+through the efforts of Frontenac, the King was convinced of injustice,
+and the estates were restored by royal order. This order reached
+Quebec, but was never recorded. This Cassion was then private
+secretary to the governor, and the paper came into his hands. Later,
+to hush up the scandal, he married Captain la Chesnayne's daughter
+against her will. The day this was accomplished the lost order was
+placed on file."
+
+"You saw it?"
+
+"Yes, I had the files searched secretly. The order was dispatched from
+France five years ago, but was stamped as received the day Cassion
+departed from Quebec."
+
+My eyes were upon the speaker and I failed to note how the accused
+man met this damning charge. It was his voice which drew my
+attention--high pitched, harsh, unnatural.
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ 'twas not I--'twas La Barre!"
+
+"Tell that in Quebec; though little good 'twill do you. M. de Baugis,
+in the King's name I order this man's arrest."
+
+I saw De Baugis step forward, his hand outstretched; then all was
+confusion and struggle. With the hoarse snarl of a beast, Cassion
+leaped forward, struck La Forest with his shoulder, and drove sword
+point into De Artigny. De Tonty gripped him, but was hurled aside by
+insane strength, reeling back so that the weight of his body struck me
+to my knees. The next instant, his sword-point dripping blood, the
+runner was beyond reach, speeding for the open gate. What followed I
+know from word of others, and no view I had of it.
+
+De Artigny had fallen, huddled in a heap on the grass, and I dragged
+myself across to him on my knees. I heard oaths, a shuffling of feet,
+a rush of bodies, a voice I did not recognize shouting some
+order--then the sharp crack of a rifle, and silence. I cared not what
+had occurred; I had De Artigny's head in my arms, and his eyes opened
+and smiled up at me full of courage.
+
+"You are badly hurt?"
+
+"No, I think not; the thrust was too high. Lift me, and I breathe
+better. The man must have been mad."
+
+"Surely yes, Monsieur; think you he had hope of escape?"
+
+"'Tis likely he thought only of revenge. Ah, you are here also, De
+Tonty."
+
+"Yes, lad; there is small use for me yonder. You are not seriously
+struck?"
+
+"I bleed freely, but the thrust was in the shoulder. I could stand, I
+think, with your aid."
+
+On his feet he leaned heavily on us both, yet would not be led away,
+until La Forest joined us. He held in his hand some papers, yet
+neither of us questioned him.
+
+"Monsieur de Tonty," he said, "I would have private word with you."
+
+"When I help De Artigny to his bed, and have look at his wound. Yet is
+it not matter of interest to these as well?"
+
+"I take it so."
+
+"Then speak your message--M. Cassion is dead?"
+
+"The sentry's bullet found his heart, Monsieur."
+
+"I saw him fall. Those papers were upon him--are they of value?"
+
+"That I know not; they possess no meaning to me, but they were
+addressed to the man killed at St. Ignace."
+
+"Hugo Chevet?" I exclaimed. "My uncle; may I not see them, Monsieur?"
+
+De Tonty placed them in my hands--a letter from a lawyer in Quebec,
+with a form of petition to the King, and a report of his search of the
+archives of New France. The other document was the sworn affidavit of
+Jules Beaubaou, a clerk of records, that he had seen and read a paper
+purporting to be a restoration from the King to the heirs of Captain
+la Chesnayne. It was signed and sealed. I looked up at the faces
+surrounding me; startled and frightened at this witness from the
+dead.
+
+"They are papers belonging to Chevet?" asked De Tonty.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur--see. He must have known, suspected the truth before
+our departure, yet had no thought such villainy was the work of M.
+Cassion. He sought evidence."
+
+"That is the whole story, no doubt. La Barre learned of his search,
+for he would have spies in plenty, and wrote his letter of warning to
+Cassion. The latter, fearing the worst, and desperate, did not even
+hesitate at murder to gain possession of these documents. Fate served
+him well, and gave him De Artigny as victim. I wonder only that he did
+not long ago destroy the papers."
+
+"There is always some weakness in crime," commented La Forest, "and
+the man has paid penalty for his. It would be my guess he desired to
+place them in La Barre's hands in proof of his loyalty. But,
+Messieurs, De Artigny needs to have his wound dressed. We can discuss
+all this later."
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+It was two days later, and the bright sunshine rested on Fort St.
+Louis flecking the sides of the great rock with gold, and bridging the
+broad valley below. De Artigny, yet too weak to rise unaided, sat in a
+chair Barbeau had made beside the open window, and to his call I
+joined him, my arm on his shoulder as I also gazed down upon the scene
+below. It was one of peace now, the silvery Illinois winding hither
+and yon among its green islands, the shadowy woods darkening one bank,
+and the vast meadows stretching northward from the other. Below the
+bend an Indian village, already rebuilt and occupied, slept in the
+sun, and I could see children and dogs playing before the tepees.
+
+Down the sharp trail from the fort a line of Indian packers were
+toiling slowly, their backs supporting heavy burdens which they bore
+to two canoes resting against the bank. About these were grouped a
+little party of white men, and when at last the supplies were all
+aboard, several took their places at the paddles, and pushed off into
+the stream.
+
+There was waving of hands, and shouts, and one among them--even at
+that distance I could tell La Forest--looked up at our window, and
+raised his hat in gesture of farewell. I watched until they rounded
+the rock and disappeared on their long journey to Quebec, until the
+others--exiles of the wilderness--turned away and began to climb
+upward to the fort gates. De Artigny's hand closed softly over mine.
+
+"You are sad, sweetheart; you long too for New France?"
+
+"No, Dear One," I answered, and he read the truth in my eyes.
+"Wherever you are is my home. On this rock in the great valley we will
+serve each other--and France."
+
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+<h1>Beyond the Frontier</h1>
+<hr class='pb' />
+<div class='figtag'>
+<a name='linki_1' id='linki_1'></a>
+</div>
+<div class='figcenter'>
+<img src='images/f0002-img.jpg' alt='' title='' width='410' height='611' /><br />
+<p class='caption'>
+&ldquo;You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur, if you doubt how my race repays insult&rdquo;.<br />
+Page 80. Beyond the Frontier.<br />
+</p>
+</div>
+<hr class='pb' />
+<p class='tp' style='font-size:2.0em; margin-bottom:40px;margin-top:30px;'>Beyond the Frontier</p>
+<p class='tp' style='font-size:1.4em;margin-bottom:40px;'>A Romance of Early Days in the<br />Middle West</p>
+<p class='tp' style='font-size:1.2em;margin-bottom:20px;'>By RANDALL PARRISH</p>
+<p class='tp' style='font-variant:small-caps;'>Author of</p>
+<p class='tp' >&ldquo;When Wilderness was King,&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;The Maid of the Forest,&rdquo; Etc.</p>
+
+<div style='margin:35px auto; text-align:center;'>
+<img alt='emblem' src='images/f0003-img.png' />
+</div>
+
+<p class='tp' style='margin-bottom:30px;'>With Frontispiece<br />By THE KINNEYS</p>
+<p class='tp' style='font-size:1.3em;margin-bottom:15px;'>A. L. BURT COMPANY</p>
+<p class='tp' style='font-size:1.2em;margin-bottom:10px;'>Publishers&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;New York</p>
+<p class='tp' style='font-size:0.8em;margin-bottom:30px;'>Published by Arrangements with A. C. <span style='font-variant:small-caps;'>McCLURG &amp; Co.</span></p>
+<hr class='pb' />
+<div style='font-size:smaller'>
+<p class='tp' >Copyright<br />A. C. McClurg &amp; Co.<br />1915</p>
+<hr class='cpy' style='width:8em' />
+<p class='tp' >Published October, 1915</p>
+<hr class='cpy' style='width:4em' />
+<p class='tp' style='margin-bottom:40px;'>Copyrighted in Great Britain</p>
+<p class='tp' style='font-size:smaller;'>W. F. HALL PRINTING COMPANY, CHICAGO</p>
+</div>
+<hr class='pb' />
+<h3>CONTENTS</h3>
+<table border='0' cellpadding='2' cellspacing='0' summary='Contents' style='margin:1em auto;'>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'><span style='font-size:0.8em'>CHAPTER</span></td>
+  <td />
+  <td valign='top' align='right'><span style='font-size:0.8em'>PAGE</span></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>I</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>At the Home of Hugo Chevet</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_I_AT_THE_HOME_OF_HUGO_CHEVET'>1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>II</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Choice of a Husband</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_II_THE_CHOICE_OF_A_HUSBAND'>16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>III</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>I Appeal for Aid</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_III_I_APPEAL_FOR_AID'>28</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>IV</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>In the Palace of the Intendant</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_IV_IN_THE_PALACE_OF_THE_INTENDANT'>45</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>V</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Order of La Barre</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_V_THE_ORDER_OF_LA_BARRE'>61</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>VI</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Wife of Francois Cassion</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_VI_THE_WIFE_OF_FRANCOIS_CASSION'>76</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>VII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Two Men Meet</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_VII_THE_TWO_MEN_MEET'>87</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>VIII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>I Defy Cassion</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_VIII_I_DEFY_CASSION'>101</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>IX</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Flames of Jealousy</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_IX_THE_FLAMES_OF_JEALOUSY'>115</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>X</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>We Attain the Ottawa</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_X_WE_ATTAIN_THE_OTTAWA'>126</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XI</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>I Gain Speech With De Artigny</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XI_I_GAIN_SPEECH_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY'>136</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>On the Summit of the Bluff</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XII_ON_THE_SUMMIT_OF_THE_BLUFF'>148</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XIII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>We Reach the Lake</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIII_WE_REACH_THE_LAKE'>158</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XIV</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>At St. Ignace</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIV_AT_ST_IGNACE'>170</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XV</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Murder of Chevet</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XV_THE_MURDER_OF_CHEVET'>181</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XVI</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>My Pledge Saves De Artigny</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVI_MY_PLEDGE_SAVES_DE_ARTIGNY'>192</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XVII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Break of Storm</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVII_THE_BREAK_OF_STORM'>200</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XVIII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Alone With De Artigny</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVIII_ALONE_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY'>211</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XIX</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>We Exchange Confidences</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIX_WE_EXCHANGE_CONFIDENCES'>223</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XX</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>I Choose My Duty</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XX_I_CHOOSE_MY_DUTY'>234</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXI</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>We Decide Our Course</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXI_WE_DECIDE_OUR_COURSE'>244</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>We Meet With Danger</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXII_WE_MEET_WITH_DANGER'>254</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXIII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Words of Love</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIII_THE_WORDS_OF_LOVE'>267</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXIV</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>We Attack the Savages</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIV_WE_ATTACK_THE_SAVAGES'>278</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXV</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Within the Fort</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXV_WITHIN_THE_FORT'>289</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXVI</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>In De Baugis&rsquo; Quarters</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVI_IN_DE_BAUGIS_QUARTERS'>299</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXVII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>I Send for De Tonty</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVII_I_SEND_FOR_DE_TONTY'>309</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXVIII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Court Martial</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVIII_THE_COURT_MARTIAL'>319</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXIX</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Condemned</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIX_CONDEMNED'>330</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXX</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>I Choose My Future</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXX_I_CHOOSE_MY_FUTURE'>341</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXXI</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>We Reach the River</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXI_WE_REACH_THE_RIVER'>350</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXXII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>We Meet Surprise</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXII_WE_MEET_SURPRISE'>361</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXXIII</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>Warriors of the Illini</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXIII_WARRIORS_OF_THE_ILLINI'>371</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXXIV</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>We Wait in Ambush</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXIV_WE_WAIT_IN_AMBUSH'>380</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXXV</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Charge of the Illini</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXV_THE_CHARGE_OF_THE_ILLINI'>390</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+  <td valign='top' class='chalgn'>XXXVI</td>
+  <td valign='top' align='left' style='padding-right:4em;'>The Clearing of Mystery</td>
+  <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXVI_THE_CLEARING_OF_MYSTERY'>399</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<hr class='pb' />
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_1' name='page_1'></a>1</span></div>
+<p style='text-align:center; margin-top:2em;font-size:1.8em;'>BEYOND THE FRONTIER</p>
+<div class='chsp' style='padding-top:0'>
+<a name='CHAPTER_I_AT_THE_HOME_OF_HUGO_CHEVET' id='CHAPTER_I_AT_THE_HOME_OF_HUGO_CHEVET'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER I</h2>
+<h3>AT THE HOME OF HUGO CHEVET</h3>
+</div>
+<p>It was early autumn, for the clusters of grapes
+above me were already purple, and the forest
+leaves were tinged with red. And yet the air was
+soft, and the golden bars of sun flickered down
+on the work in my lap through the laced branches of
+the trellis. The work was but a pretense, for I had
+fled the house to escape the voice of Monsieur Cassion
+who was still urging my uncle to accompany him on
+his journey into the wilderness. They sat in the great
+room before the fireplace, drinking, and I had heard
+enough already to tell me there was treachery on foot
+against the Sieur de la Salle. To be sure it was nothing
+to me, a girl knowing naught of such intrigue, yet
+I had not forgotten the day, three years before, when
+this La Salle, with others of his company, had halted
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_2' name='page_2'></a>2</span>
+before the Ursuline convent, and the sisters bade them
+welcome for the night. &rsquo;Twas my part to help serve,
+and he had stroked my hair in tenderness. I had sung
+to them, and watched his face in the firelight as he
+listened. Never would I forget that face, nor believe
+evil of such a man. No! not from the lips of Cassion
+nor even from the governor, La Barre.</p>
+<p>I recalled it all now, as I sat there in the silence,
+pretending to work, how we watched them embark
+in their canoes and disappear, the Indian paddlers
+bending to their task, and Monsieur la Salle, standing,
+bareheaded as he waved farewell. Beyond him was the
+dark face of one they called De Tonty, and in the first
+boat a mere boy lifted his ragged hat. I know not
+why, but the memory of that lad was clearer than all
+those others, for he had met me in the hall and we had
+talked long in the great window ere the sister came,
+and took me away. So I remembered him, and his
+name, Rene de Artigny. And in all those years I heard
+no more. Into the black wilderness they swept and
+were lost to those of us at home in New France.</p>
+<p>No doubt there were those who knew&ndash;&ndash;Frontenac,
+Bigot, those who ruled over us at Quebec&ndash;&ndash;but &rsquo;twas
+not a matter supposed to interest a girl, and so no
+word came to me. Once I asked my Uncle Chevet,
+and he replied in anger with only a few sentences,
+bidding me hold my tongue; yet he said enough so
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_3' name='page_3'></a>3</span>
+that I knew the Sieur de la Salle lived and had built
+a fort far away, and was buying furs of the Indians.
+It was this that brought jealousy, and hatred. Once
+Monsieur Cassion came and stopped with us, and,
+as I waited on him and Uncle Chevet, I caught words
+which told me that Frontenac was La Salle&rsquo;s friend,
+and would listen to no charges brought against him.
+They talked of a new governor; yet I learned but little,
+for Cassion attempted to kiss me, and I would wait
+on him no more.</p>
+<p>Then Frontenac was recalled to France, and La
+Barre was governor. How pleased my Uncle Chevet
+was when the news came, and he rapped the table
+with his glass and exclaimed: &ldquo;Ah! but now we will
+pluck out the claws of this Sieur de la Salle, and send
+him where he belongs.&rdquo; But he would explain
+nothing, until a week later. Cassion came up the
+river in his canoe with Indian paddlers, and stopped
+to hold conference. The man treated me with much
+gallantry, so that I questioned him, and he seemed
+happy to answer that La Barre had already dispatched
+a party under Chevalier de Baugis, of the King&rsquo;s
+Dragoons to take command of La Salle&rsquo;s Fort St.
+Louis in the Illinois country. La Salle had returned,
+and was already at Quebec, but Cassion grinned as he
+boasted that the new governor would not even give
+him audience. Bah! I despised the man, yet I lingered
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_4' name='page_4'></a>4</span>
+beside him, and thus learned that La Salle&rsquo;s party consisted
+of but two <i>voyageurs</i>, and the young Sieur de
+Artigny. I was glad enough when he went away,
+though I gave him my hand to kiss, and waved to
+him bravely at the landing. And now he was back
+again, bearing a message from La Barre, and seeking
+volunteers for some western voyage of profit. &rsquo;Twas
+of no interest to me unless my uncle joined in the
+enterprise, yet I was kind enough, for he brought with
+him word of the governor&rsquo;s ball at Quebec, and had
+won the pledge of Chevet to take me there with him.
+I could be gracious to him for that and it was on my
+gown I worked, as the two planned and talked in
+secret. What they did was nothing to me now&ndash;&ndash;all
+my thought was on the ball. What would you? I
+was seventeen.</p>
+<p>The grape trellis ran down toward the river landing,
+and from where I sat in the cool shadow, I could
+see the broad water gleaming in the sun. Suddenly, as
+my eyes uplifted, the dark outline of a canoe swept into
+the vista, and the splashing paddles turned the prow
+inward toward our landing. I did not move, although
+I watched with interest, for it was not the time of year
+for Indian traders, and these were white men. I could
+see those at the paddles, voyageurs, with gay cloths
+about their heads; but the one in the stern wore a hat,
+the brim concealing his face, and a blue coat. I knew
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_5' name='page_5'></a>5</span>
+not who it could be until the prow touched the bank,
+and he stepped ashore. Then I knew, and bent low
+over my sewing, as though I had seen nothing,
+although my heart beat fast. Through lowered lashes
+I saw him give brief order to the men, and then
+advance toward the house alone. Ah! but this was
+not the slender, laughing-eyed boy of three years
+before. The wilderness had made of him a man&ndash;&ndash;a
+soldier. He paused an instant to gaze about, and held
+his hat in his hand, the sun touching his tanned cheeks,
+and flecking the long, light-colored hair. He looked
+strong and manly in his tightly buttoned jacket, a knife
+at his belt, a rifle grasped within one hand. There
+was a sternness to his face too, although it lit up in a
+smile, as the searching eyes caught glimpse of my
+white dress in the cool shade of the grape arbor. Hat
+still in hand he came toward me, but I only bent the
+lower, as though I knew nothing of his approach, and
+had no interest other than my work.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Mademoiselle,&rdquo; he said gently, &ldquo;pardon me, but is
+not this the home of Hugo Chevet, the fur trader?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I looked up into his face, and bowed, as he swept
+the earth with his hat, seeing at a glance that he had
+no remembrance of me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I answered. &ldquo;If you seek him, rap on the
+door beyond.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not so much Chevet I seek,&rdquo; he said, showing
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_6' name='page_6'></a>6</span>
+no inclination to pass me, &ldquo;but one whom I understood
+was his guest&ndash;&ndash;Monsieur Francois Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The man is here,&rdquo; I answered quickly, yet unable
+to conceal my surprise, &ldquo;but you will find him no
+friend to Sieur de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; and he stared at me intently. &ldquo;In the name
+of the saints, what is the meaning of this? You know
+me then?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I bowed, yet my eyes remained hidden.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I knew you once as Monsieur&rsquo;s friend,&rdquo; I said,
+almost regretting my indiscretion, &ldquo;and have been told
+you travel in his company.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You knew me once!&rdquo; he laughed. &ldquo;Surely that
+cannot be, for never would I be likely to forget. I
+challenge you, Mademoiselle to speak my name.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The Sieur Rene de Artigny, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By my faith, the witch is right, and yet in all this
+New France I know scarce a maid. Nay look up;
+there is naught to fear from me, and I would see if
+memory be not new born. Saint Giles! surely &rsquo;tis true;
+I have seen those eyes before; why, the name is on
+my tongue, yet fails me, lost in the wilderness. I pray
+you mercy, Mademoiselle!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You have memory of the face you say?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! the witchery of it; &rsquo;tis like a haunting spirit.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Which did not haunt long, I warrant. I am Adele
+la Chesnayne, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7' name='page_7'></a>7</span></div>
+<p>He stepped back, his eyes on mine, questioningly.
+For an instant I believed the name even brought no
+familiar sound; then his face brightened, and his eyes
+smiled, as his lips echoed the words.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Adele la Chesnayne! Ay! now I know. Why &rsquo;tis
+no less than a miracle. It was a child I thought of
+under that name&ndash;&ndash;a slender, brown-eyed girl, as
+blithesome as a bird. No, I had not forgotten; only
+the magic of three years has made of you a woman.
+Again and again have I questioned in Montreal and
+Quebec, but no one seemed to know. At the convent
+they said your father fell in Indian skirmish.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; ever since then I have lived here, with my
+uncle, Hugo Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Here!&rdquo; he looked about, as though the dreariness
+of it was first noticed. &ldquo;Alone? Is there no other
+woman?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I shook my head, but no longer looked at him, for
+fear he might see the tears in my eyes.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am the housekeeper, Monsieur. There was
+nothing else for me. In France, I am told, my father&rsquo;s
+people were well born, but this is not France, and there
+was no choice. Besides I was but a child of fourteen.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And seventeen, now, Mademoiselle,&rdquo; and he took
+my hand gallantly. &ldquo;Pardon if I have asked questions
+which bring pain. I can understand much, for in
+Montreal I heard tales of this Hugo Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8' name='page_8'></a>8</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;He is rough, a woodsman,&rdquo; I defended, &ldquo;yet not
+unkind to me. You will speak him fair?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He laughed, his eyes sparkling with merriment.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No fear of my neglecting all courtesy, for I come
+beseeching a favor. I have learned the lesson of when
+the soft speech wins more than the iron hand. And
+this other, the Commissaire Cassion&ndash;&ndash;is he a bird of
+the same plumage?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I made a little gesture, and glanced back at the
+closed door.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, no; he is the court courtier, to stab with
+words, not deeds. Chevet is rough of speech, and hard
+of hand, but he fights in the open; Cassion has a double
+tongue, and one never knows him.&rdquo; I glanced up into
+his sobered face. &ldquo;He is a friend of La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So &rsquo;tis said, and has been chosen by the governor
+to bear message to De Baugis in the Illinois country.
+I seek passage in his company.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You! I thought you were of the party of Sieur
+de la Salle?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am,&rdquo; he answered honestly, &ldquo;yet Cassion will
+need a guide, and there is none save myself in all New
+France who has ever made that journey. &rsquo;Twill be
+well for him to listen to my plan. And why not? We
+do not fight the orders of the governor: we obey, and
+wait. Monsieur de la Salle will tell his story to the
+King.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9' name='page_9'></a>9</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;The King! to Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, &rsquo;twill not be the first time he has had audience,
+and already he is at sea. We can wait, and laugh at
+this Cassion over his useless journey.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But he&ndash;&ndash;he is treacherous, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He laughed, as though the words amused.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To one who has lived, as I, amid savages, treachery
+is an old story. The Commissaire will not find me
+asleep. We will serve each other, and let it go at that.
+Ah! we are to be interrupted.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He straightened up facing the door, and I turned,
+confronting my uncle as he emerged in advance. He
+was a burly man, with iron-gray hair, and face reddened
+by out-of-doors; and he stopped in surprise at
+sight of a stranger, his eyes hardening with suspicion.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And who is this with whom you converse so privately,
+Adele?&rdquo; he questioned brusquely, &ldquo;a young
+popinjay new to these parts I venture.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny stepped between us, smiling in good
+humor.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;My call was upon you, Monsieur Chevet, and not
+the young lady,&rdquo; he said quietly enough, yet with a
+tone to the voice. &ldquo;I merely asked her if I had found
+the right place, and if, Monsieur, the Commissaire
+Cassion was still your guest.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And what may I ask might be your business with
+the Commissaire Cassion?&rdquo; asked the latter, pressing
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10' name='page_10'></a>10</span>
+past Chevet, yet bowing with a semblance of politeness,
+scarcely in accord with the studied insolence of
+his words. &ldquo;I have no remembrance of your face.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then, Monsieur Cassion is not observant,&rdquo; returned
+the younger man pleasantly, &ldquo;as I accompanied
+the Sieur de la Salle in his attempt to have audience
+with the governor.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; the word of surprise exploded from the
+lips. &ldquo;<i>Sacre!</i> &rsquo;tis true! My faith, what difference
+clothes make. I mistook you for a <i>courier du bois</i>.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am the Sieur Rene de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Lieutenant of La Salle&rsquo;s?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Scarcely that, Monsieur, but a comrade; for three
+years I have been with his party, and was chosen by
+him for this mission.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion laughed, chucking the gloomy-faced Chevet
+in the side, as though he would give point to a good
+joke.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And little the trip hither has profited either master
+or man, I warrant. La Barre does not sell New France
+to every adventurer. Monsieur de la Salle found different
+reception in Quebec than when Frontenac ruled
+this colony. Where went the fur-stealer?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To whom do you refer?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To whom? Heaven help us, Chevet, the man
+would play nice with words. Well, let it go, my young
+cock, and answer me.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11' name='page_11'></a>11</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;You mean the Sieur de la Salle?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To be sure; I called him no worse than I have
+heard La Barre speak. They say he has left Quebec;
+what more know you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no secret, Monsieur,&rdquo; replied De Artigny
+quietly enough, although there was a flash in his eyes,
+as they met mine. &ldquo;The Sieur de la Salle has sailed
+for France.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;France! Bah! you jest; there has been no ship
+outward bound.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The <i>Breton</i> paused at St. Roche, held by the fog.
+When the fog lifted there was a new passenger aboard.
+By dawn the Indian paddlers had me landed in
+Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Does La Barre know?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Faith! I could not tell you that, as he has not
+honored me with audience.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion strode back and forth, his face dark with
+passion. It was not pleasant news he had been told,
+and it was plain enough he understood the meaning.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By the saints!&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a sly fox to
+break through our guard so easily. Ay, and &rsquo;twill
+give him a month to whisper his lies to Louis, before
+La Barre can forward a report. But, <i>sacre!</i> my young
+chanticleer, surely you are not here to bring me this
+bit of news. You sought me, you said? Well, for
+what purpose?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12' name='page_12'></a>12</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;In peace, Monsieur. Because I have served Sieur
+de la Salle loyally is no reason why we should be
+enemies. We are both the King&rsquo;s men, and may work
+together. The word has come to me that you head a
+party for the Illinois, with instructions for De Baugis
+at Fort St. Louis. Is this true?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion bowed coldly, waiting to discover how much
+more his questioner knew.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, then I am right thus far. Well, Monsieur,
+&rsquo;twas on that account I came, to volunteer as guide.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You! &rsquo;Twould be treachery.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, no; our interests are the same so far as the
+journey goes. I would reach St. Louis; so would you.
+Because we may have different ends in view, different
+causes to serve, has naught to do with the trail thither.
+There is not a man who knows the way as well as I.
+Four times have I traveled it, and I am not a savage,
+Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;I am a gentleman of France.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you pledge your word?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I pledge my word&ndash;&ndash;to guide you safe to Fort St.
+Louis. Once there I am comrade to Sieur de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bah! I care not who you comrade with, once you
+serve my purpose. I take your offer, and if you play
+me false&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Restrain your threats, Monsieur Cassion. A quarrel
+will get us nowhere. You have my word of honor;
+&rsquo;tis enough. Who will compose the party?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13' name='page_13'></a>13</span></div>
+<p>Cassion hesitated, yet seemed to realize the uselessness
+of deceit.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A dozen or more soldiers of the Regiment of
+Picardy, some <i>couriers du bois</i>, and the Indian paddlers.
+There will be four boats.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You go by the Ottawa, and the lakes?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Such were my orders.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis less fatiguing, although a longer journey; and
+the time of departure?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion laughed, as he turned slightly, and bowed
+to me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We leave Quebec before dawn Tuesday,&rdquo; he said
+gaily. &ldquo;It is my wish to enjoy once more the follies
+of civilization before plunging into the wilderness.
+The Governor permits that we remain to his ball.
+Mademoiselle la Chesnayne does me the honor of being
+my guest on that occasion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I, Monsieur!&rdquo; I exclaimed in surprise at his boastful
+words. &ldquo;&rsquo;Twas my uncle who proposed&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Tut, tut, what of that?&rdquo; he interrupted in no way
+discomposed. &ldquo;It is my request which opens the
+golden gates. The good Hugo here but looks on at a
+frivolity for which he cares nothing. &rsquo;Tis the young
+who dance. And you, Monsieur de Artigny, am I to
+meet you there also, or perchance later at the boat
+landing?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The younger man seemed slow in response, but
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14' name='page_14'></a>14</span>
+across Cassion&rsquo;s shoulder our eyes met. I know not
+what he saw in the glance of mine, for I gave no sign,
+yet his face brightened, and his words were carelessly
+spoken.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;At the ball, Monsieur. &rsquo;Tis three years since I
+have danced to measure, but it will be a joy to look
+on, and thus keep company with Monsieur Chevet.
+Nor shall I fail you at the boats: until then, Messieurs,&rdquo;
+and he bowed hat in hand, &ldquo;and to you,
+Mademoiselle, adieu.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>We watched him go down the grape arbor to the
+canoe, and no one spoke but Cassion.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Pouf!</i> he thinks well of himself, that young cockerel,
+and &rsquo;twill likely be my part to clip his spurs.
+Still &rsquo;tis good policy to have him with us, for &rsquo;tis a
+long journey. What say you, Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That he is one to watch,&rdquo; answered my uncle
+gruffly. &ldquo;I trust none of La Salle&rsquo;s brood.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, nor I, for the matter of that, but I am willing
+to pit my brains against the best of them. Francois
+Cassion is not likely to be caught asleep, my good
+Hugo.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He turned about, and glanced questioningly into my
+face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And so, Mademoiselle, it did not altogether please
+you to be my guest at the ball? Perchance you preferred
+some other gallant?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15' name='page_15'></a>15</span></div>
+<p>The sunlight, flickering through the leaves, rested
+on his face, and brought out the mottled skin of dissipation,
+the thin line of his cruel lips, the insolent
+stare of his eyes. I felt myself shrink, dreading he
+might touch me; yet dominating all else was the
+thought of De Artigny&ndash;&ndash;the message of his glance,
+the secret meaning of his pledge&ndash;&ndash;the knowledge that
+he would be there. So I smiled, and made light of
+his suspicion.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It was but surprise, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said gaily &ldquo;for
+I had not dreamed of such an honor. &rsquo;Tis my wish to
+go; see, I have been working on a new gown, and now
+I must work the faster.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I swept him a curtsey, smiling to myself at the
+expression of his face, and before he could speak had
+disappeared within. Bah! I would escape those eyes
+and be alone to dream.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16' name='page_16'></a>16</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_II_THE_CHOICE_OF_A_HUSBAND' id='CHAPTER_II_THE_CHOICE_OF_A_HUSBAND'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER II</h2>
+<h3>THE CHOICE OF A HUSBAND</h3>
+</div>
+<p>It was just before dark when Monsieur Cassion left
+us, and I watched him go gladly enough, hidden
+behind the shade of my window. He had been talking
+for an hour with Chevet in the room below; I could
+hear the rattle of glasses, as though they drank, and
+the unpleasant arrogance of his voice, although no
+words reached me clearly. I cared little what he said,
+although I wondered at his purpose in being there, and
+what object he might have in this long converse with
+my uncle. Yet I was not sent for, and no doubt it
+was some conference over furs, of no great interest.
+The two were in some scheme I knew to gain advantage
+over Sieur de la Salle, and were much elated
+now that La Barre held power; but that was nothing
+for a girl to understand, so I worked on with busy
+fingers, my mind not forgetful of the young Sieur de
+Artigny.</p>
+<p>It was not that I already loved him, yet ever since
+girlhood the memory of him had remained in my
+thought, and in those years since I had met so few
+young men that the image left on my imagination had
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17' name='page_17'></a>17</span>
+never faded. Indeed, it had been kept alive by the
+very animosity which my uncle cherished against Monsieur
+de la Salle. The real cause of his bitterness,
+outside of trade rivalry, I never clearly understood,
+but he was ever seeking every breath of gossip from
+that distant camp of adventurers, and angrily commenting
+thereon. Again and again I overheard him
+conspiring with others in a vain effort to influence
+Frontenac to withdraw his support of that distant expedition,
+and it was this mutual enmity which first
+brought Cassion to our cabin.</p>
+<p>With Frontenac&rsquo;s removal, and the appointment of
+La Barre as Governor, the hopes of La Salle&rsquo;s enemies
+revived, and when Cassion&rsquo;s smooth tongue won him
+a place as Commissaire, all concerned became more
+bold and confident in their planning. I knew little of
+it, yet sufficient to keep the remembrance of those
+adventures fresh in my mind, and never did they recur
+to me without yielding me vision of the ardent young
+face of De Artigny as he waved me adieu from the
+canoe. Often in those years of silence did I dream of
+him amid the far-off wilderness&ndash;&ndash;the idle dreaming
+of a girl whose own heart was yet a mystery&ndash;&ndash;and
+many a night I sat at my window gazing out upon the
+broad river shimmering in the moonlight, wondering
+at those wilderness mysteries among which he lived.</p>
+<p>Yet only once in all those years had I heard mention
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18' name='page_18'></a>18</span>
+of his name. &rsquo;Twas but a rumor floating back to
+us of how La Salle had reached the mouth of a great
+river flowing into the South Sea, and among the few
+who accompanied him was De Artigny. I remember
+yet how strangely my heart throbbed as I heard the
+brief tale retold, and someone read the names from a
+slip of paper. Chevet sat by the open fire listening,
+his pipe in his mouth, his eyes scowling at the news;
+suddenly he blurted out: &ldquo;De Artigny, say you? In
+the name of the fiend! &rsquo;tis not the old captain?&rdquo; &ldquo;No,
+no, Chevet,&rdquo; a voice answered testily, &ldquo;Sieur Louis
+de Artigny has not stepped foot on ground these ten
+years; &rsquo;tis his brat Rene who serves this freebooter,
+though &rsquo;tis like enough the father hath money in the
+venture.&rdquo; And they fell to discussing, sneering at the
+value of the discovery, while I slipped unnoticed from
+the room.</p>
+<p>Chevet did not return to the house after Monsieur
+Cassion&rsquo;s canoe had disappeared. I saw him walking
+back and forth along the river bank, smoking, and
+seemingly thinking out some problem. Nor did he
+appear until I had the evening meal ready, and called
+to him down the arbor. He was always gruff and
+bearish enough when we were alone, seldom speaking,
+indeed, except to give utterance to some order, but this
+night he appeared even more morose and silent than
+his wont, not so much as looking at me as he took seat,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19' name='page_19'></a>19</span>
+and began to eat. No doubt Cassion had brought ill
+news, or else the appearance of De Artigny had served
+to arouse all his old animosity toward La Salle. It
+was little to me, however, and I had learned to ignore
+his moods, so I took my own place silently, and paid
+no heed to the scowl with which he surveyed me across
+the table. No doubt my very indifference fanned his
+discontent, but I remained ignorant of it, until he burst
+out savagely.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And so you know this young cockerel, do you?
+You know him, and never told me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I looked up in surprise, scarce comprehending the
+unexpected outburst.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You mean the Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! Don&rsquo;t play with me! I mean Louis de
+Artigny&rsquo;s brat. Bah! he may fool Cassion with his
+soft words, but not Hugo Chevet. I know the lot of
+them this many year, and no ward of mine will have
+aught to do with the brood, either young or old. You
+hear that, Adele! When I hate, I hate, and I have
+reason enough to hate that name, and all who bear it.
+Where before did you ever meet this popinjay?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;At the convent three years ago. La Salle rested
+there overnight, and young De Artigny was of the
+party. He was but a boy then.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He came here today to see you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, never,&rdquo; I protested. &ldquo;I doubt if he even had
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20' name='page_20'></a>20</span>
+the memory of me until I told him who I was. Surely
+he explained clearly why he came.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He eyed me fiercely, his face full of suspicion, his
+great hand gripping the knife.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis well for you if that be true,&rdquo; he said gruffly,
+&ldquo;but I have no faith in the lad&rsquo;s words. He is here
+as La Salle&rsquo;s spy, and so I told Cassion, though the
+only honor he did me was to laugh at my warning.
+&lsquo;Let him spy,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;and I will play at the same
+game; &rsquo;tis little enough he will learn, and we shall need
+his guidance.&rsquo; Ay! and he may be right, but I want
+nothing to do with the fellow. Cassion may give him
+place in his boats, if he will, but never again shall he
+set foot on my land, nor have speech with you. You
+mark my words, Mademoiselle?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I felt the color flame into my cheeks, and knew my
+eyes darkened with anger, yet made effort to control
+my speech.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; I am your ward and have always
+been obedient, yet this Sieur de Artigny seems a pleasant
+spoken young man, and surely &rsquo;tis no crime that he
+serves the Sieur de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Is it not!&rdquo; he burst forth, striking the table with
+his fist. &ldquo;Know you not I would be rich, but for that
+fur stealer. By right those should be my furs he sends
+here in trade. There will be another tale to tell soon,
+now that La Barre hath the reins of power; and this
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21' name='page_21'></a>21</span>
+De Artigny&ndash;&ndash;bah! What care I for that young cockerel&ndash;&ndash;but
+I hate the brood. Listen, girl, I pay my
+debts; it was this hand that broke Louis de Artigny,
+and has kept him to his bed for ten years past. Yet
+even that does not wipe out the score between us. &rsquo;Tis
+no odds to you what was the cause, but while I live I
+hate. So you have my orders; you will speak no more
+with this De Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not like I shall have opportunity.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I will see to that. The fool looked at you in a
+way that made me long to grip his throat; nor do I
+like your answer, yet &rsquo;twill be well for you to mark
+my words.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, you&rsquo;re sweet enough with words. I have
+heard you before, and found you a sly minx&ndash;&ndash;when
+my back was turned&ndash;&ndash;but this time it is not I alone
+who will watch your actions. I have pledged you a
+husband.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I got to my feet, staring at him, the indignant words
+stifled in my throat. He laughed coarsely, and
+resumed his meal.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A husband, Monsieur? You have pledged me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! why not? You are seventeen, and &rsquo;tis my
+place to see you well settled.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But I have no wish to marry, Monsieur,&rdquo; I protested.
+&ldquo;There is no man for whom I care.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22' name='page_22'></a>22</span></div>
+<p>He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and
+laughed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Pooh! if I waited for that no doubt you would
+pick out some cockerel without so much as a spur to
+his heel. &rsquo;Tis my choice, not yours, for I know the
+world, and the man you need. Monsieur Cassion has
+asked me to favor him, and I think well of it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Cassion! Surely, you would not wed me to that
+creature?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He pushed back his chair, regarding me with
+scowling eyes.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And where is there a better? <i>Sacre</i>! do you think
+yourself a queen to choose? &rsquo;Tis rare luck you have
+such an offer. Monsieur Cassion is going to be a great
+man in this New France; already he has the Governor&rsquo;s
+ear, and a commission, with a tidy sum to his credit
+in Quebec. What more could any girl desire in a
+husband?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But, Monsieur, I do not love him; I do not trust
+the man.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Pah!&rdquo; He burst into a laugh, rising from the
+table. Before I could draw back he had gripped me
+by the arm. &ldquo;Enough of that, young lady. He is my
+choice, and that settles it. Love! who ever heard of
+love nowadays? Ah, I see, you dream already of the
+young gallant De Artigny. Well, little good that will
+do you. Why what is he? a mere ragged adventurer,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23' name='page_23'></a>23</span>
+without a sou to his name, a prowling wolf of the
+forest, the follower of a discredited fur thief. But
+enough of this; I have told you my will, and you obey.
+Tomorrow we go to Quebec, to the Governor&rsquo;s ball,
+and when Monsieur Cassion returns from his mission
+you will marry him&ndash;&ndash;you understand?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The tears were in my eyes, blotting out his threatening
+face, yet there was naught to do but answer.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And this De Artigny; if the fellow ever dares
+come near you again I&rsquo;ll crush his white throat between
+my fingers.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To your room then, and think over all I have said.
+You have never found me full of idle threats I
+warrant.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I drew my arm from his grasp, feeling it tingle with
+pain where his fingers had crushed the flesh, and crept
+up the narrow stairs, glad enough to get away and be
+alone. I had never loved Chevet, but he had taught
+me to fear him, for more than once had I experienced
+his brutality and physical power. To him I was but
+a chattel, an incumbrance. He had assumed charge of
+me because the law so ordained, but I had found nothing
+in his nature on which I could rely for sympathy.
+I was his sister&rsquo;s child, yet no more to him than some
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24' name='page_24'></a>24</span>
+Indian waif. More, he was honest about it. To his
+mind he did well by me in thus finding me a husband.
+I sank on my knees, and hid my face, shuddering at
+the thought of the sacrifice demanded. Cassion! never
+before had the man appeared so despicable. His face,
+his manner, swept through my memory in review. I
+had scarcely considered him before, except as a disagreeable
+presence to be avoided as much as possible.
+But now, in the silence, the growing darkness of that
+little chamber, with Chevet&rsquo;s threat echoing in my
+ears, he came to me in clear vision&ndash;&ndash;I saw his dull-blue,
+cowardly eyes, his little waxed mustache, his
+insolent swagger, and heard his harsh, bragging voice.</p>
+<p>Ay! he would get on; there was no doubt of that,
+for he would worm his way through where only a
+snake could crawl. A snake! that was what he was,
+and I shuddered at thought of the slimy touch of his
+hand. I despised, hated him; yet what could I do?
+It was useless to appeal to Chevet, and the Governor,
+La Barre, would give small heed to a girl objecting to
+one of his henchmen. De Artigny! The name was
+on my lips before I realized I had spoken it, and
+brought a throb of hope. I arose to my feet, and
+stared out of the window into the dark night. My
+pulses throbbed. If he cared; if I only knew he cared,
+I would fly with him anywhere, into the wilderness
+depths, to escape Cassion. I could think of no other
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25' name='page_25'></a>25</span>
+way, no other hope. If he cared! It seemed to me my
+very breath stopped as this daring conception, this mad
+possibility, swept across my mind.</p>
+<p>I was a girl, inexperienced, innocent of coquetry,
+and yet I possessed all the instincts of a woman. I had
+seen that in his eyes which gave me faith&ndash;&ndash;he remembered
+the past; he had found me attractive; he
+felt a desire to meet me again. I knew all this&ndash;&ndash;but
+was that all? Was it a mere passing fervor, a fleeting
+admiration, to be forgotten in the presence of the next
+pretty face? Would he dare danger to serve me? to
+save me from the clutches of Cassion? A smile, a
+flash of the eyes, is small foundation to build upon, yet
+it was all I had. Perchance he gave the same encouragement
+to others, with no serious thought. The doubt
+assailed me, yet there was no one else in all New
+France to whom I could appeal.</p>
+<p>But how could I reach him with my tale? There
+was but one opportunity&ndash;&ndash;the Governor&rsquo;s ball. He
+would be there; he had said so, laughingly glancing
+toward me as he spoke the words, the flash of his eyes
+a challenge. But it would be difficult. Chevet, Cassion,
+not for a moment would they take eyes from me,
+and if I failed to treat him coldly an open quarrel must
+result. Chevet would be glad of an excuse, and Cassion&rsquo;s
+jealousy would spur him on. Yet I must try,
+and, in truth, I trusted not so much in Monsieur
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26' name='page_26'></a>26</span>
+de Artigny&rsquo;s interest in me, as in his reckless love of
+adventure. &rsquo;Twould please him to play an audacious
+trick on La Salle&rsquo;s enemies, and make Cassion the butt
+of laughter.</p>
+<p>Once he understood, the game would prove much to
+his liking, and I could count on his aid, while the
+greater the danger the stronger it would appeal to such
+a nature as his. Even though he cared little for me he
+was a gallant to respond gladly to a maid in distress.
+Ay, if I might once bring him word, I could rely on
+his response; but how could that be done? I must
+trust fortune, attend the ball, and be ready; there was
+no other choice.</p>
+<p>&rsquo;Tis strange how this vague plan heartened me, and
+gave new courage. Scarce more than a dream, yet I
+dwelt upon it, imagining what I would say, and how
+escape surveillance long enough to make my plea for
+assistance. Today, as I write, it seems strange that I
+should ever have dared such a project, yet at the time
+not a thought of its immodesty ever assailed me. To
+my mind Rene de Artigny was no stranger; as a memory
+he had lived, and been portion of my life for
+three lonely years. To appeal to him now, to trust
+him, appeared the most natural thing in the world.
+The desperation of my situation obscured all else, and
+I turned to him as the only friend I knew in time of
+need. And my confidence in his fidelity, his careless
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27' name='page_27'></a>27</span>
+audacity, brought instantly a measure of peace. I
+crept back and lay down upon the bed. The tears dried
+upon my lashes, and I fell asleep as quietly as a tired
+child.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28' name='page_28'></a>28</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_III_I_APPEAL_FOR_AID' id='CHAPTER_III_I_APPEAL_FOR_AID'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER III</h2>
+<h3>I APPEAL FOR AID</h3>
+</div>
+<p>It had been two years since I was at Quebec, and it
+was with new eyes of appreciation that I watched
+the great bristling cliffs as our boat glided silently past
+the shore and headed in toward the landing. There
+were two ships anchored in the river, one a great war
+vessel with many sailors hanging over the rail and
+watching us curiously. The streets leading back from
+the water front were filled with a jostling throng,
+while up the steep hillside beyond a constant stream of
+moving figures, looking scarcely larger than ants, were
+ascending and descending. We were in our large
+canoe, with five Indian paddlers, its bow piled deep
+with bales of fur to be sold in the market, and I had
+been sleeping in the stern. It was the sun which
+awoke me, and I sat up close beside Chevet&rsquo;s knee,
+eagerly interested in the scene. Once I spoke, pointing
+to the grim guns on the summit of the crest above, but
+he answered so harshly as to compel silence. It was
+thus we swept up to the edge of the landing, and made
+fast. Cassion met us, attired so gaily in rich vestments
+that I scarcely recognized the man, whom I had always
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29' name='page_29'></a>29</span>
+seen before in dull forest garb, yet I permitted him to
+take my hand and assist me gallantly to the shore.
+Faith, but he appeared like a new person with his embroidered
+coat, buckled shoes and powdered hair,
+smiling and debonair, whispering compliments to me,
+as he helped me across a strip of mud to the drier
+ground beyond. But I liked him none the better, for
+there was the same cold stare to his eyes, and a cruel
+sting to his words which he could not hide. The man
+was the same whatever the cut of his clothes, and I
+was not slow in removing my hand from his grasp,
+once I felt my feet on firm earth.</p>
+<p>Yet naught I might do would stifle his complacency,
+and he talked on, seeking to be entertaining, no doubt,
+and pointing out the things of interest on every hand.
+And I enjoyed the scene, finding enough to view to
+make me indifferent to his posturing. Scarcely did I
+even note what he said, although I must have answered
+in a fashion, for he stuck at my side, and guided me
+through the crowd, and up the hill. Chevet walked
+behind us, gloomy and silent, having left the Indians
+with the furs until I was safely housed. It was evidently
+a gala day, for flags and streamers were flying
+from every window of the Lower Town, and the narrow,
+crooked streets were filled with wanderers having
+no apparent business but enjoyment. Never had I
+viewed so motley a throng, and I could but gaze
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30' name='page_30'></a>30</span>
+about with wide-opened eyes on the strange passing
+figures.</p>
+<p>It was easy enough to distinguish the citizens of
+Quebec, moving soberly about upon ordinary affairs of
+trade, and those others idly jostling their way from
+point to point of interest&ndash;&ndash;hunters from the far West,
+bearded and rough, fur clad, and never without a long
+rifle; sailors from the warship in the river; Indians
+silent and watchful, staring gravely at every new sight;
+settlers from the St. Lawrence and the Richelieu, great
+seigniors on vast estates, but like children in the streets
+of the town; fishermen from Cap St. Roche; <i>couriers
+du bois</i>, and <i>voyageurs</i> in picturesque costumes; officers
+of the garrison, resplendent in blue and gold; with
+here and there a column of marching soldiers, or
+statuesque guard. And there were women too,
+a-plenty&ndash;&ndash;laughing girls, grouped together, ready for
+any frolic; housewives on way to market; and occasionally
+a dainty dame, with high-heeled shoe and
+flounced petticoat, picking her way through the throng,
+disdainful of the glances of those about. Everywhere
+there was a new face, a strange costume, a glimpse of
+unknown life.</p>
+<p>It was all of such interest I was sorry when we
+came to the gray walls of the convent. I had actually
+forgotten Cassion, yet I was glad enough to be finally
+rid of him, and be greeted so kindly by Sister Celeste.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31' name='page_31'></a>31</span>
+In my excitement I scarcely knew what it was the bowing
+Commissaire said as he turned away, or paid heed
+to Chevet&rsquo;s final growl, but I know the sister gently
+answered them, and drew me within, closing the door
+softly, and shutting out every sound. It was so quiet
+in the stone passageway as to almost frighten me, but
+she took me in her arms, and looked searchingly into
+my face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The three years have changed you greatly, my
+child,&rdquo; she said gently, touching my cheeks with her
+soft hands; &ldquo;but bright as your eyes are, it is not all
+pleasure I see in them. You must tell me of your life.
+The older man, I take it, was your uncle, Monsieur
+Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I answered, but hesitated to add more.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He is much as I had pictured him, a bear of the
+woods.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He is rough,&rdquo; I protested, &ldquo;for his life has been
+hard, yet has given me no reason to complain. &rsquo;Tis
+because the life is lonely that I grow old.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No doubt, and the younger gallant? He is not of
+the forest school?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas Monsieur Cassion, Commissaire for the
+Governor.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah! &rsquo;tis through him you have invitation to the
+great ball?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I bowed my head, wondering at the kind questioning
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32' name='page_32'></a>32</span>
+in the sister&rsquo;s eyes. Could she have heard the truth?
+Perchance she might tell me something of the man.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He has been selected by Monsieur Chevet as my
+husband,&rdquo; I explained doubtfully. &ldquo;Know you aught
+of the man, sister?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Her hand closed gently on mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, only that he has been chosen by La Barre to
+carry special message to the Chevalier de Baugis in
+the Illinois country. He hath an evil, sneering face,
+and an insolent manner, even as described to me by
+the Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I caught my breath quickly, and my hand grasp
+tightened.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The Sieur de Artigny!&rdquo; I echoed, startled into
+revealing the truth. &ldquo;He has been here? has talked
+with you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Surely, my dear girl. He was here with La Salle
+before his chief sailed for France, and yesterday he
+came again, and questioned me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Questioned you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; he sought knowledge of you, and of why you
+were in the household of Chevet. I liked the young
+man, and told him all I knew, of your father&rsquo;s death
+and the decree of the court, and of how Chevet compelled
+you to leave the convent. I felt him to be honest
+and true, and that his purpose was worthy.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And he mentioned Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33' name='page_33'></a>33</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Only that he had arranged to guide him into the
+wilderness. But I knew he thought ill of the man.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I hesitated, for as a child I had felt awe of Sister
+Celeste, yet her questioning eyes were kind, and we
+were alone. Here was my chance, my only chance,
+and I dare not lose it. Her face appeared before me
+misty through tears, yet words came bravely enough
+to my lips.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Sister, you must hear me,&rdquo; I began bewildered,
+&ldquo;I have no mother, no friend even to whom to appeal;
+I am just a girl all alone. I despise this man Cassion;
+I do not know why, but he seems to be like a snake,
+and I cannot bear his presence. I would rather die
+than marry him. I do not think Chevet trusts him,
+either, but he has some hold, and compels him to sell
+me as though I was a slave in the market. I am to be
+made to marry him. I pray you let me see this Sieur
+de Artigny that I may tell him all, and beseech his
+aid.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But why De Artigny, my girl? What is the boy
+to you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nothing&ndash;&ndash;absolutely nothing,&rdquo; I confessed
+frankly. &ldquo;We have scarcely spoken together, but he
+is a gallant of true heart; he will never refuse aid to
+a maid like me. It will be joy for him to outwit this
+enemy of La Salle&rsquo;s. All I ask is that I be permitted
+to tell him my story.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34' name='page_34'></a>34</span></div>
+<p>Celeste sat silent, her white hands clasped, her eyes
+on the stained-glass window. It was so still I could
+hear my own quick breathing. At last she spoke, her
+voice still soft and kindly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I scarcely think you realize what you ask, my
+child. &rsquo;Tis a strange task for a sister of the Ursulines,
+and I would learn more before I answer. Is there
+understanding between you and this Sieur de
+Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We have met but twice; here at this convent three
+years ago, when we were boy and girl, and he went
+westward with La Salle. You know the time, and that
+we talked together on the bench in the garden. Then
+it was three days since that he came to our house on
+the river, seeking Cassion that he might volunteer as
+guide. He had no thought of me, nor did he know me
+when we first met. There was no word spoken other
+than that of mere friendship, nor did I know then that
+Chevet had arranged my marriage to the Commissaire.
+We did no more than laugh and make merry over the
+past until the others came and demanded the purpose
+of his visit. It was not his words, Sister, but the expression
+of his face, the glance of his eye, which gave
+me courage. I think he likes me, and his nature is
+without fear. He will have some plan&ndash;&ndash;and there is
+no one else.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I caught her hands in mine, but she did not look at
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35' name='page_35'></a>35</span>
+me, or answer. She was silent and motionless so long
+that I lost hope, yet ventured to say no more in urging.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You think me immodest, indiscreet?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I fear you know little of the world, my child, yet,
+I confess this young Sieur made good impression upon
+me. I know not what to advise, for it may have been
+but idle curiosity which brought him here with his
+questioning. &rsquo;Tis not safe to trust men, but I can see
+no harm in his knowing all you have told me. There
+might be opportunity for him to be of service. He
+travels with Cassion, you say?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Sister.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And their departure is soon?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Before daylight tomorrow. When the Commissaire
+returns we are to be married. So Chevet explained
+to me; Monsieur Cassion has not spoken. You
+will give me audience with the Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have no power, child, but I will speak with the
+Mother Superior, and repeat to her all I have learned.
+It shall be as she wills. Wait here, and you may trust
+me to plead for you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>She seemed to fade from the room, and I glanced
+about, seeing no change since I was there before&ndash;&ndash;the
+same bare walls and floor, the rude settee, the
+crucifix above the door, and the one partially open
+window, set deep in the stone wall. Outside I could
+hear voices, and the shuffling of feet on the stone slabs,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36' name='page_36'></a>36</span>
+but within all was silence. I had been away from this
+emotionless cloister life so long, out in the open air,
+that I felt oppressed; the profound stillness was a
+weight on my nerves. Would the sister be successful
+in her mission? Would the Mother Superior, whose
+stern rule I knew so well, feel slightest sympathy
+with my need? And if she did, would De Artigny
+care enough to come? Perchance it would have been
+better to have made the plea myself rather than trust
+all to the gentle lips of Celeste. Perhaps I might even
+yet be given that privilege, for surely the Mother
+would feel it best to question me before she rendered
+decision.</p>
+<p>I crossed to the window and leaned out, seeking to
+divert my mind by view of the scene below, yet the
+stone walls were so thick that only a tantalizing glimpse
+was afforded of the pavement opposite. There were
+lines of people there, pressed against the side of a
+great building, and I knew from their gestures that
+troops were marching by. Once I had view of a
+horseman, gaily uniformed, his frightened animal rearing
+just at the edge of the crowd, which scattered like
+a flock of sheep before the danger of pawing hoofs.
+The man must have gained glimpse of me also, for
+he waved one hand and smiled even as he brought the
+beast under control. Then a band played, and I perceived
+the shiny top of a carriage moving slowly up
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37' name='page_37'></a>37</span>
+the hill, the people cheering as it passed. No doubt it
+was Governor la Barre, on his way to the citadel for
+some ceremony of the day.</p>
+<p>Cassion would be somewhere in the procession, for
+he was one to keep in the glare, and be seen, but there
+would be no place for a lieutenant of La Salle&rsquo;s. I
+leaned out farther, risking a fall, but saw nothing to
+reward the effort, except a line of marching men, a
+mere bobbing mass of heads. I drew back flushed with
+exertion, dimly aware that someone had entered the
+apartment. It was the Mother Superior, looking
+smaller than ever in the gloom, and behind her framed
+in the narrow doorway, his eyes smiling as though in
+enjoyment of my confusion, stood De Artigny. I
+climbed down from the bench, feeling my cheeks burn
+hotly, and made obeisance. The Mother&rsquo;s soft hand
+rested on my hair, and there was silence, so deep I
+heard the pounding of my heart.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Child,&rdquo; said the Mother, her voice low but clear.
+&ldquo;Rise that I may see your face. Ah! it has not so
+greatly changed in the years, save that the eyes hold
+knowledge of sorrow. Sister Celeste hath told me
+your story, and if it be sin for me to grant your request
+then must I abide the penance, for it is in my heart to
+do so. Until I send the sister you may speak alone
+with Monsieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>She drew slightly aside, and the young man bowed
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38' name='page_38'></a>38</span>
+low, hat in hand, then stood erect, facing me, the light
+from the window on his face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;At your command, Mademoiselle,&rdquo; he said quietly.
+&ldquo;The Mother tells me you have need of my services.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I hesitated, feeling the embarrassment of the other
+presence, and scarce knowing how best to describe my
+case. It seemed simple enough when I was alone, but
+now all my thoughts fled in confusion, and I realized
+how little call I had to ask assistance. My eyes fell,
+and the words trembled unspoken on my lips. When
+I dared glance up again the Mother had slipped silently
+from the room, leaving us alone. No doubt he felt
+the difference also, for he stepped forward and caught
+my hand in his, his whole manner changing, as he thus
+assumed leadership. &rsquo;Twas so natural, so confidently
+done, that I felt a sudden wave of hope overcome my
+timidity.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Come, Mademoiselle,&rdquo; he said, almost eagerly.
+&ldquo;There is no reason for you to fear confiding in me.
+Surely I was never sent for without just reason. Let
+us sit here while you retell the story. Perchance we
+will play boy and girl again.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You remember that?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do I not!&rdquo; he laughed pleasantly. &ldquo;There were
+few pleasant memories I took with me into the wilderness,
+yet that was one. Ay, but we talked freely
+enough then, and there is naught since in my life to
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39' name='page_39'></a>39</span>
+bring loss of faith. &rsquo;Tis my wish to serve you, be it
+with wit or blade.&rdquo; He bent lower, seeking the expression
+in my eyes. &ldquo;This Hugo Chevet&ndash;&ndash;he is a
+brute. I know&ndash;&ndash;is his abuse beyond endurance?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, no,&rdquo; I hastened to explain. &ldquo;In his way he
+is not unkind. The truth is he has lived so long in the
+woods alone, he scarcely speaks. He&ndash;&ndash;he would
+marry me to Monsieur Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Never will I forget the look of sheer delight on his
+face as these words burst from me. His hand struck
+the bench, and he tossed back the long hair from his
+forehead, his eyes merry with enjoyment.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, good! By all the saints, &rsquo;tis even as I hoped.
+Then have no fear of my sympathy, Mademoiselle.
+Nothing could please me like a clash with that perfumed
+gallant. He doth persecute you with his
+wooing?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He has not spoken, save to Chevet; yet it is seemingly
+all arranged without my being approached.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A coward&rsquo;s way. Chevet told you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Three days ago, Monsieur, after you were there,
+and Cassion had departed. It may have been that your
+being seen with me hastened the plan. I know not, yet
+the two talked together long, and privately, and when
+the Commissaire finally went away, Chevet called me
+in, and told me what had been decided.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That you were to marry that coxcomb?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40' name='page_40'></a>40</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; he did not ask me if I would; it was a command.
+When I protested my lack of love, saying even
+that I despised the man, he answered me with a laugh,
+insisting it was his choice, not mine, and that love had
+naught to do with such matters. Think you this Cassion
+has some hold on Hugo Chevet to make him so
+harsh?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No doubt, they are hand in glove in the fur trade,
+and the Commissaire has La Barre&rsquo;s ear just now. He
+rode by yonder in the carriage a moment since, and
+you might think from his bows he was the Governor.
+And this marriage? when does it take place?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;On Monsieur&rsquo;s safe return from the great West.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The smile came back to his face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not so bad that, for &rsquo;tis a long journey, and might
+be delayed. I travel with him, you know, and we
+depart at daybreak. What else did this Chevet have
+to say?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only a threat that if ever you came near me again
+his fingers would feel your throat, Monsieur. He
+spoke of hate between himself and your father.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The eyes upon mine lost their tolerant smile, and
+grew darker, and I marked the fingers of his hand
+clinch.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That was like enough, for my father was little
+averse to a quarrel, although he seldom made boast of
+it afterwards. And so this Hugo Chevet threatened
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41' name='page_41'></a>41</span>
+me! I am not of the blood, Mademoiselle, to take such
+things lightly. Yet wait&ndash;&ndash;why came you to me with
+such a tale? Have you no friends?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;None, Monsieur,&rdquo; I answered gravely, and regretfully,
+&ldquo;other than the nuns to whom I went to school,
+and they are useless in such a case. I am an orphan
+under guardianship, and my whole life has been passed
+in this convent, and Chevet&rsquo;s cabin on the river. My
+mother died at my birth, my father was a soldier on
+the frontier, and I grew up alone among strangers.
+Scarcely have I met any save the rough boatmen, and
+those <i>couriers du bois</i> in my uncle&rsquo;s employ. There
+was no one else but you, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;no one. &rsquo;Twas
+not immodesty which caused me to make this appeal,
+but a dire need. I am a helpless, friendless girl.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You trust me then?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; I believe you a man of honor.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He walked across the room, once, twice, his head
+bent in thought, and I watched him, half frightened
+lest I had angered him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Have I done very wrong, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He stopped, his eyes on my face. He must have
+perceived my perplexity, for he smiled again, and
+pressed my hand gently.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If so, the angels must judge,&rdquo; he answered stoutly.
+&ldquo;As for me, I am very glad you do me this honor. I
+but seek the best plan of service, Mademoiselle, for I
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42' name='page_42'></a>42</span>
+stand between you and this sacrifice with much pleasure.
+You shall not marry Cassion while I wear a
+sword; yet, faith! I am so much a man of action that
+I see no way out but by the strong arm. Is appeal to
+the Governor, to the judges impossible?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He possesses influence now.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;True enough; he is the kind La Barre finds useful,
+while I can scarce keep my head upon my shoulders
+here in New France. To be follower of La Salle is to
+be called traitor. It required the aid of every friend I
+had in Quebec to secure me card of admission to the
+ball tonight.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You attend, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Unless they bar me at the sword point. Know
+you why I made the effort?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your promise to be present. I had no wish otherwise.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I felt the flush deepen on my cheeks and my eyes fell.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis most kind of you to say so, Monsieur,&rdquo; was
+all I could falter.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay!&rdquo; he interrupted, &ldquo;we are both so alone in this
+New France &rsquo;tis well we help each other. I will find
+you a way out, Mademoiselle&ndash;&ndash;perhaps this night; if
+not, then in the woods yonder. They are filled with
+secrets, yet have room to hide another.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But not violence, Monsieur!&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43' name='page_43'></a>43</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Planning and scheming is not my way, nor am I
+good at it. A soldier of La Salle needs more to understand
+action, and the De Artigny breed has ever had
+faith in steel. I seek no quarrel, yet if occasion arise
+this messenger of La Barre will find me quite ready.
+I know not what may occur. Mademoiselle; I merely
+pledge you my word of honor that Cassion will no
+longer seek your hand. The method you must trust
+to me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Our eyes met, and his were kind and smiling, with
+a confidence in their depths that strangely heartened
+me. Before I realized the action I had given him my
+hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I do, Monsieur, and question no more, though I
+pray for peace between you. Our time is up, Sister?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, my child,&rdquo; she stood in the doorway, appearing
+like some saintly image. &ldquo;The Mother sent me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny released my hand, and bowed low.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I still rely upon your attendance at the ball?&rdquo; he
+asked, lingering at the door.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And may bespeak a dance?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I cannot say no, although it may cost you dear.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He laughed gaily, his eyes bright with merriment.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Faith! most pleasures do I find; the world would
+be dull enough otherwise. Till then, Mademoiselle,
+adieu.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44' name='page_44'></a>44</span></div>
+<p>We heard his quick step ring on the stone of the
+passage, and Celeste smiled, her hand on mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A lad of spirit that. The Sieur de la Salle picks
+his followers well, and knows loyal hearts. The De
+Artignys never fail.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You know of them, Sister?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I knew his father,&rdquo; she answered, half ashamed
+already of her impulse, &ldquo;a gallant man. But come,
+the Mother would have you visit her.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45' name='page_45'></a>45</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_IV_IN_THE_PALACE_OF_THE_INTENDANT' id='CHAPTER_IV_IN_THE_PALACE_OF_THE_INTENDANT'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2>
+<h3>IN THE PALACE OF THE INTENDANT</h3>
+</div>
+<p>The huge palace of the Intendant, between the
+bluff and the river, was ablaze with lights, and
+already crowded with guests at our arrival. I had
+seen nothing of Chevet since the morning, nor did he
+appear now; but Monsieur Cassion was prompt
+enough, and congratulated me on my appearance with
+bows, and words of praise which made me flush with
+embarrassment. Yet I knew myself that I looked well
+in the new gown, simple enough to be sure, yet prettily
+draped, for Sister Celeste had helped me, and &rsquo;twas
+whispered she had seen fine things in Europe before
+she donned the sober habit of a nun. She loved yet to
+dress another, and her swift touches to my hair had
+worked a miracle. I read admiration in Cassion&rsquo;s
+eyes, as I came forward from the shadows to greet
+him, and was not unhappy to know he recognized my
+beauty, and was moved by it. Yet it was not of him
+I thought, but Rene de Artigny.</p>
+<p>There was a chair without, and bearers, while two
+soldiers of the Regiment of Picardy, held torches to
+light the way, and open passage. Cassion walked beside
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46' name='page_46'></a>46</span>
+me, his tongue never still, yet I was too greatly
+interested in the scene to care what he was saying,
+although I knew it to be mostly compliment. It was
+a steep descent, the stones of the roadway wet and
+glistening from a recent shower, and the ceaseless
+stream of people, mostly denizens of Quebec, peered at
+us curiously as we made slow progress. Great bonfires
+glowed from every high point of the cliff, their
+red glare supplementing our torches, and bringing out
+passing faces in odd distinctness.</p>
+<p>A spirit of carnival seemed to possess the crowd,
+and more than once bits of green, and handfuls of
+sweets were tossed into my lap; while laughter, and
+gay badinage greeted us from every side. Cassion
+took this rather grimly, and gave stern word to the
+soldier escort, but I found it all diverting enough, and
+had hard work to retain my dignity, and not join in
+the merriment. It was darker at the foot of the hill,
+yet the crowd did not diminish, although they stood in
+ankle deep mud, and seemed less vivacious. Now and
+then I heard some voice name Cassion as we passed,
+recognizing his face in the torch glow, but there was
+no sign that he was popular. Once a man called out
+something which caused him to stop, hand on sword,
+but he fronted so many faces that he lost heart, and
+continued, laughing off the affront. Then we came
+to the guard lines, and were beyond reach of the mob.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47' name='page_47'></a>47</span></div>
+<p>An officer met us, pointing out the way, and, after
+he had assisted us to descend from the chair, we advanced
+slowly over a carpet of clean straw toward the
+gaily lighted entrance. Soldiers lined the walls on either
+side, and overhead blazed a beacon suspended on a
+chain. It was a scene rather grotesque and weird in
+the red glow, and I took Cassion&rsquo;s arm gladly, feeling
+just a little frightened by the strange surroundings.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Where is my Uncle Chevet?&rdquo; I asked, more as a
+relief, than because I cared, although I was glad of his
+absence because of De Artigny.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In faith, I know not,&rdquo; he answered lightly. &ldquo;I
+won him a card, but he was scarce gracious about it.
+In some wine shop likely with others of his kind.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>There were servants at the door, and an officer, who
+scanned the cards of those in advance of us, yet passed
+Cassion, with a glance at his face, and word of recognition.
+I observed him turn and stare after me, for
+our eyes met, but, almost before I knew what had
+occurred, I found myself in a side room, with a maid
+helping to remove my wraps, and arrange my hair.
+She was gracious and apt, with much to say in praise
+of my appearance; and at my expression of doubt,
+brought a mirror and held it before me. Then, for
+the first time, did I comprehend the magic of Sister
+Celeste, and what had been accomplished by her deft
+fingers. I was no longer a rustic maid, but really a
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48' name='page_48'></a>48</span>
+quite grand lady, so that I felt a thrill of pride as I
+went forth once more to join Cassion in the hall.
+&rsquo;Twas plain enough to be seen that my appearance
+pleased him also, for appreciation was in his eyes, and
+he bowed low over my hand, and lifted it gallantly to
+his lips.</p>
+<p>I will not describe the scene in the great ballroom,
+for now, as I write, the brilliant pageant is but a dim
+memory, confused and tantalizing. I recall the bright
+lights overhead, and along the walls, the festooned
+banners, the raised dais at one end, carpeted with
+skins of wild animals, where the Governor stood, the
+walls covered with arms and trophies of the chase, the
+guard of soldiers at each entrance, and the mass of
+people grouped about the room.</p>
+<p>It was an immense apartment, but so filled with
+guests as to leave scarce space for dancing, and the
+company was a strange one; representative, I thought,
+of each separate element which composed the population
+of New France. Officers of the regiments in
+garrison were everywhere, apparently in charge of the
+evening&rsquo;s pleasure, but their uniforms bore evidence of
+service. The naval men were less numerous, yet more
+brilliantly attired, and seemed fond of the dance, and
+were favorites of the ladies. These were young,
+and many of them beautiful; belles of Quebec mostly,
+and, although their gowns were not expensive, becomingly
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49' name='page_49'></a>49</span>
+attired. Yet from up and down the river the
+seigniors had brought their wives and daughters to
+witness the event. Some of these were uncouth
+enough, and oddly appareled; not a few among them
+plainly exhibiting traces of Indian blood; and here and
+there, standing silent and alone, could be noted a red
+chief from distant forest. Most of those men I saw
+bore evidence in face and dress of the wild, rough life
+they led&ndash;&ndash;fur traders from far-off waterways, guardians
+of wilderness forts, explorers and adventurers.</p>
+<p>Many a name reached my ears famous in those days,
+but forgotten long since; and once or twice, as we
+slowly made our way through the throng, Cassion
+pointed out to me some character of importance in the
+province, or paused to present me with formality to
+certain officials whom he knew. It was thus we approached
+the dais, and awaited our turn to extend
+felicitations to the Governor. Just before us was Du
+L&rsquo;Hut, whose name Cassion whispered in my ear, a
+tall, slender man, attired as a <i>courier du bois</i>, with long
+fair hair sweeping his shoulders. I had heard of him
+as a daring explorer, but there was no premonition
+that he would ever again come into my life, and I was
+more deeply interested in the appearance of La Barre.</p>
+<p>He was a dark man, stern of face, and with strange,
+furtive eyes, concealed behind long lashes and overhanging
+brows. Yet he was most gracious to Du
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50' name='page_50'></a>50</span>
+L&rsquo;Hut, and when he turned, and perceived Monsieur
+Cassion next in line, smiled and extended his hand
+cordially.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, Francois, and so you are here at last, and
+ever welcome. And this,&rdquo; he bowed low before me in
+excess of gallantry, &ldquo;no doubt will be the Mademoiselle
+la Chesnayne of whose charms I have heard so
+much of late. By my faith, Cassion, even your eloquence
+hath done small justice to the lady. Where,
+Mademoiselle, have you hidden yourself, to remain
+unknown to us of Quebec?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have lived with my uncle, Hugo Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, yes; I recall the circumstances now&ndash;&ndash;a rough,
+yet loyal trader. He was with me once on the Ottawa&ndash;&ndash;and
+tonight?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He accompanied me to the city, your excellency,
+but I have not seen him since.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Small need, with Francois at your beck and call,&rdquo;
+and he patted me playfully on the cheek. &ldquo;I have already
+tested his faithfulness. Your father, Mademoiselle?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Captain Pierre la Chesnayne, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, yes; I knew him well; he fell on the Richelieu;
+a fine soldier.&rdquo; He turned toward Cassion, the expression
+of his face changed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You depart tonight?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;At daybreak, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51' name='page_51'></a>51</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;That is well; see to it that no time is lost on the
+journey. I have it in my mind that De Baugis may
+need you, for, from all I hear Henri de Tonty is not
+an easy man to handle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;De Tonty?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! the lieutenant Sieur de la Salle left in charge
+at St. Louis; an Italian they tell me, and loyal to his
+master. &rsquo;Tis like he may resist my orders, and De
+Baugis hath but a handful with which to uphold
+authority. I am not sure I approve of your selecting
+this lad De Artigny as a guide; he may play you false.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Small chance he&rsquo;ll have for any trick.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Perchance not, yet the way is long, and he knows
+the wilderness. I advise you guard him well. I shall
+send to you for council in an hour; there are papers
+yet unsigned.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He turned away to greet those who followed us in
+line, while we moved forward into the crowd about
+the walls. Cassion whispered in my ear, telling me
+bits of gossip about this and that one who passed us,
+seeking to exhibit his wit, and impress me with his
+wide acquaintance. I must have made fit response, for
+his voice never ceased, yet I felt no interest in the
+stories, and disliked the man more than ever for his
+vapid boasting. The truth is my thought was principally
+concerned with De Artigny, and whether he
+would really gain admission. Still of this I had small
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52' name='page_52'></a>52</span>
+doubt, for his was a daring to make light of guards,
+or any threat of enemies, if desire urged him on. And
+I had his pledge.</p>
+<p>My eyes watched every moving figure, but the man
+was not present, my anxiety increasing as I realized
+his absence, and speculated as to its cause. Could
+Cassion have interfered? Could he have learned of
+our interview, and used his influence secretly to prevent
+our meeting again? It was not impossible, for
+the man was seemingly in close touch with Quebec, and
+undoubtedly possessed power. My desire to see De
+Artigny was now for his own sake&ndash;&ndash;to warn him of
+danger and treachery. The few words I had caught
+passing between La Barre and Cassion had to me a
+sinister meaning; they were a promise of protection
+from the Governor to his lieutenant, and this officer
+of La Salle&rsquo;s should be warned that he was suspected
+and watched. There was more to La Barre&rsquo;s words
+than appeared openly; it would be later, when they
+were alone, that he would give his real orders to
+Cassion. Yet I felt small doubt as to what those orders
+would be, nor of the failure of the lieutenant to
+execute them. The wilderness hid many a secret, and
+might well conceal another. In some manner that
+night I must find De Artigny, and whisper my warning.</p>
+<p>These were my thoughts, crystallizing into purpose,
+yet I managed to smile cheerily into the face of the
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53' name='page_53'></a>53</span>
+Commissaire and make such reply to his badinage as
+gave him pleasure. Faith, the man loved himself so
+greatly the trick was easy, the danger being that I
+yield too much to his audacity. No doubt he deemed
+me a simple country maid, overawed by his gallantries,
+nor did I seek to undeceive him, even permitting the
+fool to press my hand, and whisper his soft nonsense.
+Yet he ventured no further, seeing that in my eyes
+warning him of danger if he grew insolent. I danced
+with him twice, pleased to know I had not forgotten
+the step, and then, as he felt compelled to show attention
+to the Governor&rsquo;s lady, he left me in charge of a
+tall, thin officer&ndash;&ndash;a Major Callons, I think&ndash;&ndash;reluctantly,
+and disappeared in the crowd. Never did I
+part with one more willingly, and as the Major spoke
+scarcely a dozen words during our long dance together
+I found opportunity to think, and decide upon a course
+of action.</p>
+<p>As the music ceased my only plan was to avoid
+Cassion as long as possible, and, at my suggestion, the
+silent major conducted me to a side room, and then
+disappeared seeking refreshments. I grasped the opportunity
+to slip through the crowd, and find concealment
+in a quiet corner. It was impossible for me to conceive
+that De Artigny would fail to come. He had
+pledged his word, and there was that about the man to
+give me faith. Ay! he would come, unless there had
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54' name='page_54'></a>54</span>
+already been treachery. My heart beat swiftly at the
+thought, my eyes eagerly searching the moving figures
+in the ballroom. Yet there was nothing I could do but
+wait, although fear was already tugging at my heart.</p>
+<p>I leaned forward scanning each passing face, my
+whole attention concentrated on the discovery of De
+Artigny. Where he came from I knew not, but his
+voice softly speaking at my very ear brought me to my
+feet, with a little cry of relief. The joy of finding him
+must have found expression in my eyes, in my eager
+clasping of his hand, for he laughed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis as though I was truly welcomed, Mademoiselle,&rdquo;
+he said, and gravely enough. &ldquo;Could I hope
+that you were even seeking me yonder?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It would be the truth, if you did,&rdquo; I responded
+frankly, &ldquo;and I was beginning to doubt your promise.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nor was it as easily kept as I supposed when
+given,&rdquo; he said under his breath. &ldquo;Come with me
+into this side room where we can converse more freely&ndash;&ndash;I
+can perceive Monsieur Cassion across the floor.
+No doubt he is seeking you, and my presence here will
+give the man no pleasure.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I glanced in the direction indicated, and although I
+saw nothing of the Commissaire, I slipped back willingly
+enough through the lifted curtain into the deserted
+room behind. It was evidently an office of some
+kind, for it contained only a desk and some chairs, and
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55' name='page_55'></a>55</span>
+was unlighted, except for the gleam from between the
+curtains. The outer wall was so thick a considerable
+space separated the room from the window, which was
+screened off by heavy drapery. De Artigny appeared
+familiar with these details, for, with scarcely a glance
+about, he led me into this recess, where we stood concealed.
+Lights from below illumined our faces, and
+revealed an open window looking down on the court.
+My companion glanced out at the scene beneath, and
+his eyes and lips smiled as he turned again and
+faced me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But, Monsieur,&rdquo; I questioned puzzled, &ldquo;why was
+it not easy? You met with trouble?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Hardly that; a mere annoyance. I may only suspect
+the cause, but an hour after I left you my ticket
+of invitation was withdrawn.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Withdrawn? by whom?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The order of La Barre, no doubt; an officer of
+his guard called on me to say he preferred my absence.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas the work of Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So I chose to believe, especially as he sent me word
+later to remain at the boats, and have them in readiness
+for departure at any minute. Some inkling of our
+meeting must have reached his ears.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But how came you here, then?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He laughed in careless good humor.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why that was no trick! Think you I am one to
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56' name='page_56'></a>56</span>
+disappoint because of so small an obstacle? As the
+door was refused me I sought other entrance and
+found it here.&rdquo; He pointed through the open window.
+&ldquo;It was not a difficult passage, but I had to wait the
+withdrawal of the guards below, which caused my late
+arrival. Yet this was compensated for by discovering
+you so quickly. My only fear was encountering someone
+I knew while seeking you on the floor.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You entered through this window?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; there is a lattice work below.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And whose office is that within?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;My guess is that of Colonel Delguard, La Barre&rsquo;s
+chief of staff, for there was a letter for him lying on
+the desk. What difference? You are glad I came?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur, but not so much for my own sake,
+as for yours. I bring you warning that you adventure
+with those who would do you evil if the chance arrive.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bah! Monsieur Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not well for you to despise the man, for he
+has power and is a villain at heart in spite of all his
+pretty ways. &rsquo;Tis said he has the cruelty of a tiger,
+and in this case La Barre gives him full authority.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Hath the Governor grudge against me also?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only that you are follower of La Salle, and loyal,
+while he is heart and hand with the other faction. He
+chided Cassion for accepting you as guide, and advised
+close watch lest you show treachery.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57' name='page_57'></a>57</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;You overheard their talk?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! they made no secret of it; but I am convinced
+La Barre has more definite instructions to give in private,
+for he asked the Commissaire to come to him
+later for conference. I felt that you should be told,
+Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny leaned motionless against the window
+ledge, and the light streaming in through the opening
+of the draperies revealed the gravity of his expression.
+For the moment he remained silent, turning the affair
+over in his mind.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I thank you, Mademoiselle,&rdquo; he said finally, and
+touched my hand, &ldquo;for your report gives me one more
+link to my chain. I have picked up several in the past
+few hours, and all seem to lead back to the manipulations
+of Cassion. Faith! there is some mystery here,
+for surely the man seemed happy enough when first
+we met at Chevet&rsquo;s house, and accepted my offer
+gladly. Have you any theory as to this change in
+his front?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I felt the blood surge to my cheeks, and my eyes
+fell before the intensity of his glance.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If I have, Monsieur, &rsquo;tis no need that it be mentioned.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your pardon, Mademoiselle, but your words
+already answer me&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis then that I have shown
+interest in you; the dog is jealous!&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58' name='page_58'></a>58</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He laughed, and I felt the tightening of his hand
+on mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good! and by all the gods, I will give him fair
+cause. The thought pleases me, for rather would I
+be your soldier than my own. See, how it dovetails
+in&ndash;&ndash;I meet you at the convent and pledge you my
+aid; some spy bears word of our conference to Monsieur,
+and an hour later I receive word that if I have
+more to do with you I die. I smile at the warning
+and send back a message of insult. Then my invitation
+to this ball is withdrawn, and, later still, La Barre
+even advises that I be assassinated at the least
+excuse. &rsquo;Twould seem they deem you of importance,
+Mademoiselle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You make it no more than a joke?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Far from it; the very fact that I know the men
+makes it matter of grave concern. I might, indeed,
+smile did it concern myself alone, but I have your
+interests in mind&ndash;&ndash;you have honored me by calling
+me your only friend, and now I know not where I
+may serve you best&ndash;&ndash;in the wilderness, or here in
+Quebec?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There can nothing injure me here, Monsieur, not
+with Cassion traveling to the Illinois. No doubt he
+will leave behind him those who will observe my
+movements&ndash;&ndash;that cannot harm.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59' name='page_59'></a>59</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;It is Hugo Chevet, I fear.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Chevet! my uncle&ndash;&ndash;I do not understand.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, for he is your uncle, and you know him only
+in such relationship. He may have been to you kind
+and indulgent. I do not ask. But to those who meet
+him in the world he is a big, cruel, savage brute, who
+would sacrifice even you, if you stood in his way.
+And now if you fail to marry Cassion, you will so
+stand. He is the one who will guard you, by choice
+of the Commissaire, and orders of La Barre, and he
+will do his part well.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I can remain with the sisters.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not in opposition to the Governor; they would
+never dare antagonize him; tomorrow you will return
+with Chevet.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I drew a quick breath, my eyes on his face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How can you know all this, Monsieur? Why
+should my uncle sacrifice me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No matter how I know. Some of it has been
+your own confession, coupled with my knowledge of
+the man. Three days ago I learned of his debt to
+Cassion, and that the latter had him in his claws, and
+at his mercy. Today I had evidence of what that debt
+means.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Today!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! &rsquo;twas from Chevet the threat came that he
+would kill me if I ever met with you again.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60' name='page_60'></a>60</span></div>
+<p>I could but stare at him, incredulous, my fingers
+unconsciously grasping his jacket.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He said that? Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! Chevet; the message came by mouth of the
+half-breed, his <i>voyageur</i>, and I choked out of him
+where he had left his master, yet when I got there the
+man had gone. If we might meet tonight the matter
+would be swiftly settled.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He gazed out into the darkness, and I saw his hand
+close on the hilt of his knife. I caught his arm.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, no Monsieur; not that. You must not seek
+a quarrel, for I am not afraid&ndash;&ndash;truly I am not; you
+will listen&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>There was a voice speaking in the office room behind,
+the closing of a door, and the scraping of a chair as
+someone sat down. My words ceased, and we stood
+silent in the shadow, my grasp still on De Artigny&rsquo;s
+arm.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61' name='page_61'></a>61</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_V_THE_ORDER_OF_LA_BARRE' id='CHAPTER_V_THE_ORDER_OF_LA_BARRE'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER V</h2>
+<h3>THE ORDER OF LA BARRE</h3>
+</div>
+<p>I did not recognize the voice speaking&ndash;&ndash;a husky
+voice, the words indistinct, yet withal forceful&ndash;&ndash;nor
+do I know what it was he said. But when the
+other answered, tapping on the desk with some instrument,
+I knew the second speaker to be La Barre, and
+leaned back just far enough to gain glimpse through
+the opening in the drapery. He sat at the desk, his
+back toward us, while his companion, a red-faced,
+heavily-moustached man, in uniform of the Rifles,
+stood opposite, one arm on the mantel over the fireplace.
+His expression was that of amused interest.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You saw the lady?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In the receiving line for a moment only; a fair
+enough maid to be loved for her own sake I should say.
+Faith, never have I seen handsomer eyes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The other laughed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis well Madame does not overhear that confession.
+An heiress, and beautiful! Piff! but she might
+find others to her liking rather than this Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is small chance she has had to make choice, and
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62' name='page_62'></a>62</span>
+as to her being an heiress, where heard you such a
+rumor, Colonel Delguard?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The officer straightened up.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You forget, sir,&rdquo; he said slowly, &ldquo;that the papers
+passed through my hands after Captain la Chesnayne&rsquo;s
+death. It was at your request they failed to
+reach the hands of Frontenac.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>La Barre gazed at him across the desk, his brows
+contracted into a frown.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, I had not forgotten,&rdquo; and the words sounded
+harsh. &ldquo;But they came to me properly sealed, and
+I supposed unopened. I think I have some reason to
+ask an explanation, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And one easily made. I saw only the letter, but
+that revealed enough to permit of my guessing the rest.
+It is true, is it not, that La Chesnayne left an estate
+of value?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He thought so, but, as you must be aware, it had
+been alienated by act of treason.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! but Comte de Frontenac appealed the case
+to the King, who granted pardon, and restoration.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So, &rsquo;twas rumored, but unsupported by the records.
+So far as New France knows there was no
+reply from Versailles.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Colonel stood erect, and advanced a step, his
+expression one of sudden curiosity.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In faith, Governor,&rdquo; he said swiftly, &ldquo;but your
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63' name='page_63'></a>63</span>
+statement awakens wonder. If this be so why does
+Francois Cassion seek the maid so ardently? Never
+did I deem that cavalier one to throw himself away
+without due reward.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>La Barre laughed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Perchance you do Francois ill judgment, Monsieur
+le Colonel,&rdquo; he replied amused. &ldquo;No doubt &rsquo;tis love,
+for, in truth, the witch would send sluggish blood
+dancing with the glance of her eyes. Still,&rdquo; more
+soberly, his eyes falling to the desk, &ldquo;&rsquo;tis, as you say,
+scarce in accord with Cassion&rsquo;s nature to thus make
+sacrifice, and there have been times when I suspected
+he did some secret purpose. I use the man, yet never
+trust him.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nor I, since he played me foul trick at La Chine.
+Could he have found the paper of restoration, and
+kept it concealed, until all was in his hands?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have thought of that, yet it doth not appear possible.
+Francois was in ill grace with Frontenac, and
+could never have reached the archives. If the paper
+came to his hands it was by accident, or through some
+treachery. Well,&rsquo;tis small use of our discussing the
+matter. He hath won my pledge to Mademoiselle
+la Chesnayne&rsquo;s hand, for I would have him friend,
+not enemy, just now. They marry on his return.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He is chosen then for the mission to Fort St.
+Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64' name='page_64'></a>64</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, there were reasons for his selection. The
+company departs at dawn. Tell him, Monsieur, that
+I await him now for final interview.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I watched Delguard salute, and turn away to execute
+his order. La Barre drew a paper from a drawer of
+the desk, and bent over it pen in hand. My eyes lifted
+to the face of De Artigny, standing motionless behind
+me in the deeper shadow.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You overheard, Monsieur?&rdquo; I whispered.</p>
+<p>He leaned closer, his lips at my ear, his eyes dark
+with eagerness.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Every word, Mademoiselle! Fear not, I shall yet
+learn the truth from this Cassion. You suspected?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I shook my head, uncertain.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;My father died in that faith, Monsieur, but Chevet
+called me a beggar.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Chevet! no doubt he knows all, and has a dirty
+hand in the mess. He called you beggar, hey!&ndash;&ndash;hush,
+the fellow comes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He was a picture of insolent servility, as he stood
+there bowing, his gay dress fluttering with ribbons, his
+face smiling, yet utterly expressionless. La Barre
+lifted his eyes, and surveyed him coldly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You sent for me, sir?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, although I scarcely thought at this hour you
+would appear in the apparel of a dandy. I have
+chosen you for serious work, Monsieur, and the time
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65' name='page_65'></a>65</span>
+is near for your departure. Surely my orders were
+sufficiently clear?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They were, Governor la Barre,&rdquo; and Cassion&rsquo;s lips
+lost their grin, &ldquo;and my delay in changing dress has
+occurred through the strange disappearance of Mademoiselle
+la Chesnayne. I left her with Major Callons
+while I danced with my lady, and have since
+found no trace of the maid.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Does not Callons know?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only that, seeking refreshments, he left her, and
+found her gone on his return. Her wraps are in the
+dressing room.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then &rsquo;tis not like she has fled the palace. No
+doubt she awaits you in some corner. I will have the
+servants look, and meanwhile pay heed to me. This
+is a mission of more import than love-making with a
+maid, Monsieur Cassion, and its success, or failure,
+will determine your future. You have my letter of
+instruction?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It has been carefully read.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And the sealed orders for Chevalier de Baugis?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Here, protected in oiled silk.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;See that they reach him, and no one else; they
+give him an authority I could not grant before, and
+should end La Salle&rsquo;s control of that country. You
+have met this Henri de Tonty? He was here with
+his master three years since, and had audience.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66' name='page_66'></a>66</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, but that was before my time. Is he one to
+resist De Baugis?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He impressed me as a man who would obey to
+the letter, Monsieur; a dark-faced soldier, with an iron
+jaw. He had lost one arm in battle, and was loyal to
+his chief.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So I have heard&ndash;&ndash;a stronger man than De
+Baugis?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A more resolute; all depends on what orders La
+Salle left, and the number of men the two command.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In that respect the difference is not great. De
+Baugis had but a handful of soldiers to take from
+Mackinac, although his <i>voyageurs</i> may be depended
+upon to obey his will. His instructions were not to
+employ force.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And the garrison of St. Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis hard to tell, as there are fur hunters there of
+whom we have no record. La Salle&rsquo;s report would
+make his own command eighteen, but they are well
+chosen, and he hath lieutenants not so far away as to
+be forgotten. La Forest would strike at a word, and
+De la Durantaye is at the Chicago portage, and no
+friend of mine. &rsquo;Tis of importance, therefore, that
+your voyage be swiftly completed, and my orders
+placed in De Baugis&rsquo; hands. Are all things ready for
+departure?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, the boats only await my coming.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67' name='page_67'></a>67</span></div>
+<p>The Governor leaned his head on his hand, crumbling
+the paper between his fingers.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;This young fellow&ndash;&ndash;De Artigny,&rdquo; he said
+thoughtfully, &ldquo;you have some special reason for keeping
+him in your company?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion crossed the room, his face suddenly darkening.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, now I have,&rdquo; he explained shortly, &ldquo;although
+I first engaged his services merely for what I deemed
+to be their value. He spoke me most fairly.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But since?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have cause to suspect. Chevet tells me that today
+he had conference with Mademoiselle at the House of
+the Ursulines.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, &rsquo;twas for that then you had his ticket revoked.
+I see where the shoe pinches. &rsquo;Twill be safer with him
+in the boats than back here in Quebec. Then I give
+permission, and wash my hands of the whole affair&ndash;&ndash;but
+beware of him, Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I may be trusted, sir.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I question that no longer.&rdquo; He hesitated slightly,
+then added in lower tone: &ldquo;If accident occur the
+report may be briefly made. I think that will be all.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Both men were upon their feet, and La Barre
+extended his hand across the desk. I do not know
+what movement may have caused it, but at that
+moment, a wooden ring holding the curtain fell, and
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68' name='page_68'></a>68</span>
+struck the floor at my feet. Obeying the first impulse
+I thrust De Artigny back behind me into the shadow,
+and held aside the drapery. Both men, turning, startled
+at the sound, beheld me clearly, and stared in
+amazement. Cassion took a step forward, an exclamation
+of surprise breaking from his lips.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Adele! Mademoiselle!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I stepped more fully into the light, permitting the
+curtain to fall behind me, and my eyes swept their
+faces.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;you were seeking me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;For an hour past; for what reason did you leave
+the ballroom?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>With no purpose in my mind but to gain time in
+which to collect my thought and protect De Artigny
+from discovery, I made answer, assuming a carelessness
+of demeanor which I was far from feeling.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Has it been so long, Monsieur?&rdquo; I returned in
+apparent surprise. &ldquo;Why I merely sought a breath
+of fresh air, and became interested in the scene without.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>La Barre stood motionless, just as he had risen to
+his feet at the first alarm, his eyes on my face, his
+heavy eyebrows contracted in a frown.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I will question the young lady, Cassion,&rdquo; he said
+sternly, &ldquo;for I have interests here of my own. Mademoiselle!&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69' name='page_69'></a>69</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How long have you been behind that curtain?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur Cassion claims to have sought me for
+an hour.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Enough of that,&rdquo; his voice grown harsh, and
+threatening. &ldquo;You address the Governor; answer me
+direct.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I lifted my eyes to his stern face, but they instantly
+fell before the encounter of his fierce gaze.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I do not know, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who was here when you came in?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No one, Monsieur; the room was empty.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then you hid there, and overheard the conversation
+between Colonel Delguard and myself?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur,&rdquo; I confessed, feeling my limbs
+tremble.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And also all that has passed since Monsieur Cassion
+entered?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He drew a deep breath, striking his hand on the
+desk, as though he would control his anger.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Were you alone? Had you a companion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I know not how I managed it, yet I raised my eyes
+to his, simulating a surprise I was far from feeling.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Alone, Monsieur? I am Adele la Chesnayne; if
+you doubt, the way of discovery is open without word
+from me.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70' name='page_70'></a>70</span></div>
+<p>His suspicious, doubting eyes never left my face,
+and there was sneer in his voice as he answered.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bah! I am not in love to be played with by a
+witch. Perchance &rsquo;tis not easy for you to lie. Well,
+we will see. Look within the alcove, Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Commissaire was there even before the words
+of command were uttered, and my heart seemed to
+stop beating as his heavy hand tore aside the drapery.
+I leaned on the desk, bracing myself, expecting a blow,
+a struggle; but all was silent. Cassion, braced, and
+expectant, peered into the shadows, evidently perceiving
+nothing; then stepped within, only to instantly
+reappear, his expression that of disappointment. The
+blood surged back to my heart, and my lips smiled.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No one is there, Monsieur,&rdquo; he reported, &ldquo;but
+the window is open.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And not a dangerous leap to the court below,&rdquo;
+returned La Barre thoughtfully. &ldquo;So far you win,
+Mademoiselle. Now will you answer me&ndash;&ndash;were you
+alone there ten minutes ago?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is useless for me to reply, Monsieur,&rdquo; I answered
+with dignity, &ldquo;as it will in no way change your
+decision.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You have courage, at least.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The inheritance of my race, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, we&rsquo;ll test it then, but not in the form you
+anticipate.&rdquo; He smiled, but not pleasantly, and
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71' name='page_71'></a>71</span>
+resumed his seat at the desk. &ldquo;I propose closing your
+mouth, Mademoiselle, and placing you beyond temptation.
+Monsieur Cassion, have the lieutenant at the
+door enter.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I stood in silence, wondering at what was about to
+occur; was I to be made prisoner? or what form was
+my punishment to assume? The power of La Barre
+I knew, and his stern vindictiveness, and well I realized
+the fear and hate which swept his mind, as he
+recalled the conversation I had overheard. He must
+seal my lips to protect himself&ndash;&ndash;but how? As though
+in a daze I saw Cassion open the door, speak a sharp
+word to one without, and return, followed by a young
+officer, who glanced curiously aside at me, even as he
+saluted La Barre, and stood silently awaiting his
+orders. The latter remained a moment motionless, his
+lips firm set.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Where is Father Le Guard?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In the Chapel, Monsieur; he passed me a moment
+ago.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good; inform the <i>p&egrave;re</i> that I desire his presence
+at once. Wait! know you the fur trader, Hugo
+Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have seen the man, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;a big fellow,
+with a shaggy head.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, as savage as the Indians he has lived among.
+He is to be found at Eclair&rsquo;s wine shop in the Rue St.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72' name='page_72'></a>72</span>
+Louis. Have your sentries bring him here to me.
+Attend to both these matters.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>La Barre&rsquo;s eyes turned from the disappearing figure
+of the officer, rested a moment on my face, and then
+smiled grimly as he fronted Cassion. He seemed well
+pleased with himself, and to have recovered his good
+humor.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A delightful surprise for you, Monsieur Cassion,&rdquo;
+he said genially, &ldquo;and let us hope no less a pleasure
+for the fair lady. Be seated, Mademoiselle; there may
+be a brief delay. You perceive my plan, no doubt?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion did not answer, and the Governor looked
+at me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And yet so simple, so joyful a way out of this
+unfortunate predicament. I am surprised. Cassion
+here might not appreciate how nicely this method will
+answer to close your lips, but you, remembering clearly
+the private conference between myself and Colonel
+Delguard, should grasp my purpose at once. Your
+marriage is to take place tonight, Mademoiselle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Tonight! my marriage! to whom?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah! is there then more than one prospective
+bridegroom? Monsieur Cassion surely I am not in
+error that you informed me of your engagement to
+Mademoiselle la Chesnayne?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73' name='page_73'></a>73</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;She has been pledged me in marriage, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;the
+banns published.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I sat with bowed head, my cheeks flaming.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis then as I understood,&rdquo; La Barre went on,
+chuckling. &ldquo;The lady is over modest.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have made no pledge,&rdquo; I broke in desperately.
+&ldquo;Monsieur spoke to my Uncle Chevet, not I!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yet you were told! You made no refusal?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, I could not; they arranged it all, and,
+besides, it was not to be until Monsieur returned from
+the West. I do not love him; I thought&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bah! what is love? &rsquo;Tis enough that you accepted.
+This affair is no longer one of affection; it has become
+the King&rsquo;s business, a matter of State. I decide it is
+best for you to leave Quebec; ay! and New France,
+Mademoiselle. There is but one choice, imprisonment
+here, or exile into the wilderness.&rdquo; He leaned forward
+staring into my face with his fierce, threatening eyes.
+&ldquo;I feel it better that you go as Monsieur Cassion&rsquo;s
+wife, and under his protection. I decree that so you
+shall go.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Alone&ndash;&ndash;with&ndash;&ndash;with&ndash;&ndash;Monsieur Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;One of his party. &rsquo;Tis my order also that Hugo
+Chevet be of the company. Perchance a year in the
+wilderness may be of benefit to him, and he might be
+of value in watching over young De Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Never have I felt more helpless, more utterly alone.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74' name='page_74'></a>74</span>
+I knew all he meant, but my mind grasped no way of
+escape. His face leered at me as through a mist, yet
+as I glanced aside at Cassion it only brought home to
+me a more complete dejection. The man was glad&ndash;&ndash;glad!
+He had no conscience, no shame. To appeal
+to him would be waste of breath&ndash;&ndash;a deeper humiliation.
+Suddenly I felt cold, hard, reckless; ay! they
+had the power to force me through the unholy ceremony.
+I was only a helpless girl; but beyond that I
+would laugh at them; and Cassion&ndash;&ndash;if he dared&ndash;&ndash;</p>
+<p>The door opened, and a lean priest in long black
+robe entered noiselessly, bending his shaven head to
+La Barre, as his crafty eyes swiftly swept our faces.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur desired my presence?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, P&egrave;re le Guard, a mission of happiness. There
+are two here to be joined in matrimony by bonds of
+Holy Church. We but wait the coming of the lady&rsquo;s
+guardian.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The <i>p&egrave;re</i> must have interpreted the expression of
+my face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis regular, Monsieur?&rdquo; he asked.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By order of the King,&rdquo; returned La Barre sternly.
+&ldquo;Beyond that it is not necessary that you inquire.
+Ah! Monsieur Chevet! they found you then? I have a
+pleasant surprise for you. &rsquo;Tis hereby ordered that you
+accompany Commissaire Cassion to the Illinois country
+as interpreter, to be paid from my private fund.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75' name='page_75'></a>75</span></div>
+<p>Chevet stared into the Governor&rsquo;s dark face, scarce
+able to comprehend, his brain dazed from heavy
+drinking.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The Illinois country! I&ndash;&ndash;Hugo Chevet? &rsquo;Tis
+some joke, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;None at all, as you will discover presently, my
+man. I do not jest on the King&rsquo;s service.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But my land, Monsieur; my niece?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>La Barre permitted himself a laugh.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bah! let the land lie fallow; &rsquo;twill cost little while
+you draw a wage, and as for Mademoiselle, &rsquo;tis that
+you may accompany her I make choice. Stand back;
+you have your orders, and now I&rsquo;ll show you good reason.&rdquo;
+He stood up, and placed his hand on Cassion&rsquo;s
+arm. &ldquo;Now my dear, Francois, if you will join the
+lady.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76' name='page_76'></a>76</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_VI_THE_WIFE_OF_FRANCOIS_CASSION' id='CHAPTER_VI_THE_WIFE_OF_FRANCOIS_CASSION'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2>
+<h3>THE WIFE OF FRANCOIS CASSION</h3>
+</div>
+<p>It is vague, all that transpired. I knew then, and
+recall now, much of the scene yet it returns to
+memory more in a passing picture than an actual
+reality in which I was an actor. But one clear impression
+dominated my brain&ndash;&ndash;my helplessness to resist
+the command of La Barre. His word was law in the
+colony, and from it there was no appeal, save to the
+King. Through swimming mist I saw his face, stern,
+dark, threatening, and then glimpsed Cassion approaching
+me, a smile curling his thin lips. I shrank back
+from him, yet arose to my feet, trembling so that I
+clung to the chair to keep erect.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do not touch me, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, in a voice
+which scarcely sounded like my own. Cassion stood
+still, the smile of triumph leaving his face. La Barre
+turned, his eyes cold and hard.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is this, Mademoiselle? You would dare
+disobey me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I caught my breath, gripping the chair with both
+hands.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur le Governor,&rdquo; I answered, surprised
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77' name='page_77'></a>77</span>
+at the clearness with which I spoke. &ldquo;That would
+be useless; you have behind you the power of France,
+and I am a mere girl. Nor do I appeal, for I know
+well the cause of your decision. It is indeed my privilege
+to appeal to Holy Church for protection from this
+outrage, but not through such representative as I see
+here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;P&egrave;re le Guard is chaplain of my household.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And servant to your will, Monsieur. &rsquo;Tis known
+in all New France he is more diplomat than priest.
+Nay! I take back my word, and will make trial of his
+priesthood. Father, I do not love this man, nor marry
+him of my own free will. I appeal to you, to the
+church, to refuse the sanction.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The priest stood with fingers interlocked, and head
+bowed, nor did his eyes meet mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am but the humble instrument of those in authority,
+Daughter,&rdquo; he replied gently, &ldquo;and must perform
+the sacred duties of my office. &rsquo;Tis your own confession
+that your hand has been pledged to Monsieur
+Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By Hugo Chevet, not myself.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Without objection on your part.&rdquo; He glanced up
+slyly. &ldquo;Perchance this was before the appearance of
+another lover, the Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I felt the color flood my cheeks, yet from indignation
+rather than embarrassment.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78' name='page_78'></a>78</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;No word of love has been spoken me by Monsieur
+de Artigny,&rdquo; I answered swiftly. &ldquo;He is a friend, no
+more. I do not love Francois Cassion, nor marry him
+but through force; ay! nor does he love me&ndash;&ndash;this is
+but a scheme to rob me of my inheritance.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Enough of this,&rdquo; broke in La Barre sternly, and
+he gripped my arm. &ldquo;The girl hath lost her head,
+and such controversy is unseemly in my presence.
+P&egrave;re le Guard, let the ceremony proceed.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis your order, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! do I not speak my will plainly enough? Come,
+the hour is late, and our King&rsquo;s business is of more
+import than the whim of a girl.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I never moved, never lifted my eyes. I was conscious
+of nothing, but helpless, impotent anger, of
+voiceless shame. They might force me to go through
+the form, but never would they make me the wife of
+this man. My heart throbbed with rebellion, my mind
+hardened into revolt. I knew all that occurred, realized
+the significance of every word and act, yet it was as
+if they appertained to someone else. I felt the clammy
+touch of Cassion&rsquo;s hand on my nerveless fingers, and
+I must have answered the interrogatories of the priest,
+for his voice droned on, meaningless to the end. It
+was only in the silence which followed that I seemed
+to regain consciousness, and a new grip on my numbed
+faculties. Indeed I was still groping in the fog, bewildered,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79' name='page_79'></a>79</span>
+inert, when La Barre gave utterance to a coarse
+laugh.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Congratulations, Francois,&rdquo; he cried. &ldquo;A fair
+wife, and not so unwilling after all. And now your
+first kiss.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The sneer of these words was like a slap in the face,
+and all the hatred, and indignation I felt seethed to
+the surface. A heavy paper knife lay on the desk, and
+I gripped it in my fingers, and stepped back, facing
+them. The mist seemed to roll away, and I saw their
+faces, and there must have been that in mine to startle
+them, for even La Barre gave back a step, and the
+grin faded from the thin lips of the Commissaire.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis ended then,&rdquo; I said, and my voice did not
+falter. &ldquo;I am this man&rsquo;s wife. Very well, you have
+had your way; now I will have mine. Listen to what
+I shall say, Monsieur le Governor, and you also, Francois
+Cassion. By rite of church you call me wife, but
+that is your only claim. I know your law, and that
+this ceremony has sealed my lips. I am your captive,
+nothing more; you can rob me now&ndash;&ndash;but, mark you!
+all that you will ever get is money. Monsieur Cassion,
+if you dare lay so much as a finger on me, I will kill
+you, as I would a snake. I know what I say, and mean
+it. You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur, if you doubt how
+my race repays insult. I will go with you; I will bear
+your name; this the law compels, but I am still mistress
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80' name='page_80'></a>80</span>
+of my soul, and of my body. You hear me, Messieurs?
+You understand?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion stood leaning forward, just where my first
+words had held him motionless. As I paused his eyes
+were on my face, and he lifted a hand to wipe away
+drops of perspiration. La Barre crumpled the paper
+he held savagely.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So,&rdquo; he exclaimed, &ldquo;we have unchained a tiger
+cat. Well, all this is naught to me; and Francois, I
+leave you and the wilderness to do the taming. In
+faith, &rsquo;tis time already you were off. You agree to
+accompany the party without resistance, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;As well there, as here,&rdquo; I answered contemptuously.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you, Hugo Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The giant growled something inarticulate through
+his beard, not altogether, I thought, to La Barre&rsquo;s liking,
+for his face darkened.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By St. Anne! &rsquo;tis a happy family amid which you
+start your honeymoon, Monsieur Cassion,&rdquo; he ejaculated
+at length, &ldquo;but go you must, though I send a file
+of soldiers with you to the boats. Now leave me, and
+I would hear no more until word comes of your arrival
+at St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>We left the room together, the three of us, and no
+one spoke, as we traversed the great assembly hall, in
+which dancers still lingered, and gained the outer hall.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81' name='page_81'></a>81</span>
+Cassion secured my cloak, and I wrapped it about my
+shoulders, for the night air without was already chill,
+and then, yet in unbroken silence, we passed down the
+steps into the darkness of the street. I walked beside
+Chevet, who was growling to himself, scarce sober
+enough to clearly realize what had occurred, and so
+we followed the Commissaire down the steep path
+which led to the river.</p>
+<p>There was no pomp now, no military guard, or blazing
+torches. All about us was gloom and silence, the
+houses fronting the narrow passage black, although a
+gleam of fire revealed the surface of the water below.
+The rough paving made walking difficult, and I tripped
+twice during the descent, once wrenching an ankle, but
+with no outcry. I was scarce conscious of the pain,
+or of my surroundings, for my mind still stood aghast
+over what had occurred. It had been so swiftly
+accomplished I yet failed to grasp the full significance.</p>
+<p>Vaguely I comprehended that I was no longer Adele
+la Chesnayne, but the wife of that man I followed. A
+word, a muttered prayer, an uplifted hand, had made
+me his slave, his vassal. Nothing could break the
+bond between us save death. I might hate, despise,
+revile, but the bond held. This thought grew clearer
+as my mind readjusted itself, and the full horror of
+the situation took possession of me. Yet there was
+nothing I could do; I could neither escape or fight, nor
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82' name='page_82'></a>82</span>
+had I a friend to whom I could appeal. Suddenly I
+realized that I still grasped in my hand the heavy
+paper knife I had snatched up from La Barre&rsquo;s desk,
+and I thrust it into the waistband of my skirt. It was
+my only weapon of defense, yet to know I had even
+that seemed to bring me a glow of courage.</p>
+<p>We reached the river&rsquo;s edge and halted. Below us,
+on the bank, the blazing fire emitted a red gleam
+reflecting on the water, and showing us the dark outlines
+of waiting canoes, and seated figures. Gazing
+about Cassion broke the silence, his voice assuming
+the harshness of authority.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Three canoes! Where is the other? Huh! if there
+be delay now, someone will make answer to me. Pass
+the word for the sergeant; ah! is this you Le Claire?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All is prepared, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He glared at the stocky figure fronting him in
+infantry uniform.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Prepared! You have but three boats at the bank.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The other is below, Monsieur; it is loaded and
+waits to lead the way.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah! and who is in charge?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Was it not your will that it be the guide&ndash;&ndash;the
+Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Sacre!</i> but I had forgotten the fellow. Ay! &rsquo;tis
+the best place for him. And are all provisions and
+arms aboard? You checked them, Le Claire?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83' name='page_83'></a>83</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;With care, Monsieur; I watched the stowing of
+each piece; there is nothing forgotten.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And the men?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Four Indian paddlers to each boat, Monsieur,
+twenty soldiers, a priest, and the guide.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the tally. Make room for two more in the
+large canoe; ay, the lady goes. Change a soldier each
+to your boat and that of P&egrave;re Allouez until we make
+our first camp, where we can make new arrangement.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is room in De Artigny&rsquo;s canoe.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We&rsquo;ll not call him back; the fellows will tuck away
+somehow. Come, let&rsquo;s be off, it looks like dawn over
+yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I found myself in one of the canoes, so filled with
+men any movement was almost impossible, yet of this
+I did not complain for my Uncle Chevet was next to
+me, and Cassion took place at the steering oar in the
+stern. To be separated from him was all I asked,
+although the very sound of his harsh voice rasping out
+orders, as we swung out from the bank rendered me
+almost frantic. My husband! God! and I was actually
+married to that despicable creature! I think I hardly
+realized before what had occurred, but now the hideous
+truth came, and I buried my face in my hands, and
+felt tears stealing through my fingers.</p>
+<p>Yet only for a moment were these tears of weakness.
+Indignation, anger, hatred conquered me. He
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84' name='page_84'></a>84</span>
+had won! he had used power to conquer! Very well,
+now he would pay the price. He thought me a helpless
+girl; he would find me a woman, and a La Chesnayne.
+The tears left my eyes, and my head lifted, as purpose
+and decision returned.</p>
+<p>We were skirting the northern bank, the high bluffs
+blotting out the stars, with here and there, far up above
+us, a light gleaming from some distant window, its
+rays reflecting along the black water. The Indian
+paddlers worked silently, driving the sharp prow of
+the heavily laden canoe steadily up stream. Farther
+out to the left was the dim outline of another boat,
+keeping pace with ours, the moving figures of the
+paddlers revealed against the water beyond.</p>
+<p>I endeavored to discern the canoe which led the way,
+over which De Artigny held command, but it was hidden
+by a wall of mist too far away to be visible. Yet
+the very thought that the young Sieur was there,
+accompanying us into the drear wilderness, preserved
+me from utter despair. I would not be alone, or friendless.
+Even when he learned the truth, he would know
+it was not my fault, and though he might question,
+and even doubt, at first, yet surely the opportunity
+would come for me to confess all, and feel his sympathy,
+and protection. I cannot explain the confidence
+which this certainty of his presence brought, or how
+gratefully I awaited the dawn, and its revelation.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85' name='page_85'></a>85</span></div>
+<p>&rsquo;Tis not in the spirit of youth to be long depressed
+by misfortune, and although each echo of Cassion&rsquo;s
+voice recalled my condition, I was not indifferent to
+the changing scene. Chevet, still sodden with drink,
+fell asleep, his head on his pack, but I remained wide
+awake, watching the first faint gleam of light along
+the edge of the cloud stretching across the eastern sky
+line. It was a dull, drear morning, everywhere a dull
+gray, the wide waters about us silent and deserted. To
+the right the shore line was desolate and bare, except
+for blackened stumps of fire-devastated woods, and
+brown rocks, while in every other direction the river
+spread wide in sullen flow. There was no sound but
+the dip of the paddles and the heavy breathing.</p>
+<p>As the sun forced its way through the obscuring
+cloud, the mist rose slowly, and drifted aside, giving
+me glimpse of the canoe in advance, although it
+remained indistinct, a vague speck in the waste of
+water. I sat motionless gazing about at the scene, yet
+vaguely comprehending the nature of our surroundings.
+My mind reviewed the strange events of the
+past night, and endeavored to adjust itself to my new
+environment. Almost in an instant of time my life
+had utterly changed&ndash;&ndash;I had been married and exiled;
+wedded to a man whom I despised, and forced to
+accompany him into the unknown wilderness. It was
+like a dream, a delirium of fever, and even yet I could
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86' name='page_86'></a>86</span>
+not seem to comprehend its dread reality. But the
+speeding canoes, the strange faces, the occasional
+sound of Cassion&rsquo;s voice, the slumbering figure of
+Chevet was evidence of truth not to be ignored, and
+ahead yonder, a mere outline, was the boat which contained
+De Artigny. What would he say, or do, when
+he learned the truth? Would he care greatly? Had
+I read rightly the message of his eyes? Could I have
+trust, and confidence in his loyalty? Would he accept
+my explanation! or would he condemn me for this act
+in which I was in no wise to blame? Mother of God!
+it came to me that it was not so much Monsieur Cassion
+I feared, as the Sieur de Artigny. What would
+be his verdict? My heart seemed to stop its beating,
+and tears dimmed my eyes, as I gazed across the water
+at that distant canoe. I knew then that all my courage,
+all my hope, centered on his decision&ndash;&ndash;the decision of
+the man I loved.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87' name='page_87'></a>87</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_VII_THE_TWO_MEN_MEET' id='CHAPTER_VII_THE_TWO_MEN_MEET'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2>
+<h3>THE TWO MEN MEET</h3>
+</div>
+<p>I could not have slept, although I must have lost
+consciousness of our surroundings, for I was
+aroused by Cassion&rsquo;s voice shouting some command,
+and became aware that we were making landing on the
+river bank. The sun was two hours high, and the
+spot selected a low grass-covered point, shaded by
+trees. Chevet had awakened, sobered by his nap, and
+the advance canoe had already been drawn up on the
+shore, the few soldiers it contained busily engaged in
+starting fires with which to cook our morning meal.</p>
+<p>I perceived De Artigny with my first glance, standing
+erect on the bank, his back toward us, directing the
+men in their work. As we shot forward toward the
+landing he turned indifferently, and I marked the sudden
+straightening of his body, as though in surprise,
+although the distance gave me no clear vision of his
+face. As our canoe came into the shallows, he sprang
+down the bank to greet us, hat in hand, his eyes on me.
+My own glance fell before the eagerness in his face,
+and I turned away.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah! Monsieur Cassion,&rdquo; he exclaimed, the very
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88' name='page_88'></a>88</span>
+sound of his voice evidencing delight. &ldquo;You have
+guests on the journey; &rsquo;tis unexpected.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion stepped over the side, and fronted him, no
+longer a smiling gallant of the court, but brutal in
+authority.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And what is that to you, may I ask, Sieur de
+Artigny?&rdquo; he said, coldly contemptuous. &ldquo;You are
+but our guide, and it is no concern of yours who may
+compose the company. &rsquo;Twill be well for you to
+remember your place, and attend to your duties. Go
+now, and see that the men have breakfast served.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>There was a moment of silence, and I did not even
+venture to glance up to perceive what occurred,
+although I felt that De Artigny&rsquo;s eyes shifted their
+inquiry from Cassion&rsquo;s face to mine. There must be
+no quarrel now, not until he knew the truth, not
+until I had opportunity to explain, and yet he was a
+firebrand, and it would be like him to resent such
+words. How relieved I felt, as his voice made final
+answer.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Pardon, Monsieur le Commissaire,&rdquo; he said, pleasantly
+enough. &ldquo;It is true I forgot my place in this
+moment of surprise. I obey your orders.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I looked up as he turned away, and disappeared.
+Cassion stared after him, smothering an oath, and evidently
+disappointed at so tame an ending of the affair,
+for it was his nature to bluster and boast. Yet as his
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89' name='page_89'></a>89</span>
+lips changed to a grin, I knew of what the man was
+thinking&ndash;&ndash;he had mistaken De Artigny&rsquo;s actions for
+cowardice, and felt assured now of how he would
+deal with him. He turned to the canoe, a new conception
+of importance in the sharp tone of his voice.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Come ashore, men; ay! draw the boat higher on
+the sand. Now, Monsieur Chevet, assist your niece
+forward to where I can help her to land with dry feet&ndash;&ndash;permit
+me, Adele.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is not at all necessary, Monsieur,&rdquo; I replied,
+avoiding his hand, and leaping lightly to the firm sand.
+&ldquo;I am no dainty maid of Quebec to whom such courtesy
+is due.&rdquo; I stood and faced him, not unpleased to
+mark the anger in his eyes. &ldquo;Not always have you
+shown yourself so considerate.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why blame me for the act of La Barre?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The act would never have been considered had
+you opposed it, Monsieur. It was your choice, not the
+Governor&rsquo;s.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I would wed you&ndash;&ndash;yes; but that is no crime. But
+let us understand each other. Those were harsh words
+you spoke in anger in the room yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They were not in anger.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But surely&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, you have forced me into marriage; the
+law holds me as your wife. I know not how I may
+escape that fate, or avoid accompanying you. So far
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90' name='page_90'></a>90</span>
+I submit, but no farther. I do not love you; I do not
+even feel friendship toward you. Let me pass.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He grasped my arm, turning me about until I faced
+him, his eyes glaring into mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not until I speak,&rdquo; he replied threateningly. &ldquo;Do
+not mistake my temper, or imagine me blind. I know
+what has so suddenly changed you&ndash;&ndash;it is that gay,
+simpering fool yonder. But be careful how far you
+go. I am your husband, and in authority here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, your words are insult; release your
+hand.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So you think to deceive! Bah! I am too old a
+bird for that, or to pay heed to such airs. I have seen
+girls before, and a mood does not frighten me. But
+listen now&ndash;&ndash;keep away from De Artigny unless you
+seek trouble.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What mean you by that threat?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You will learn to your sorrow; the way we travel
+is long, and I am woodsman as well as soldier. You
+will do well to heed my words.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I released my arm, but did not move. My only feeling
+toward him at that moment was one of disgust,
+defiance. The threat in his eyes, the cool insolence of
+his speech, set my blood on fire.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I said coldly, although every nerve of
+my body throbbed, &ldquo;you may know girls, but you deal
+now with a woman. Your speech, your insinuation is
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91' name='page_91'></a>91</span>
+insult. I disliked you before; now I despise you, yet
+I will say this in answer to what you have intimated.
+Monsieur de Artigny is nothing to me, save that he
+hath shown himself friend. You wrong him, even as
+you wrong me, in thinking otherwise, and whatever
+the cause of misunderstanding between us, there is no
+excuse for you to pick quarrel with him.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You appear greatly concerned over his safety.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not at all; so far as I have ever heard the Sieur
+de Artigny has heretofore proven himself quite capable
+of sustaining his own part. &rsquo;Tis more like I am concerned
+for you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;For me? You fool! Why, I was a swordsman
+when that lad was at his mother&rsquo;s knee.&rdquo; He laughed,
+but with ugly gleam of teeth. &ldquo;<i>Sacre!</i> I hate such
+play acting. But enough of quarrel now; there is
+sufficient time ahead to bring you to your senses, and
+a knowledge of who is your master. Hugo Chevet,
+come here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>My uncle climbed the bank, his rifle in hand, with
+face still bloated, and red from the drink of the night
+before. Behind him appeared the slender black-robed
+figure of the Jesuit, his eyes eager with curiosity. It
+was sight of the latter which caused Cassion to moderate
+his tone of command.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You will go with Chevet,&rdquo; he said, pointing to the
+fire among the trees, &ldquo;until I can talk to you alone.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92' name='page_92'></a>92</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;A prisoner?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No; a guest,&rdquo; sarcastically, &ldquo;but do not overstep
+the courtesy.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>We left him in conversation with the <i>p&egrave;re</i>, and I
+did not even glance back. Chevet breathed heavily,
+and I caught the mutter of his voice. &ldquo;What meaneth
+all this chatter?&rdquo; he asked gruffly. &ldquo;Must you two
+quarrel so soon?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why not?&rdquo; I retorted. &ldquo;The man bears me no
+love; &rsquo;tis but gold he thinks about.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Gold!&rdquo; he stopped, and slapped his thighs. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis
+precious little of that he will ever see then.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And why not? Was not my father a land
+owner?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! till the King took it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then even you do not know the truth. I am glad
+to learn that, for I have dreamed that you sold me to
+this coxcomb for a share of the spoils.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What? a share of the spoils! Bah! I am no angel,
+girl, nor pretend to a virtue more than I possess. There
+is truth in the thought that I might benefit by your
+marriage to Monsieur Cassion, and, by my faith, I
+see no wrong in that. Have you not cost me heavily
+in these years? Why should I not seek for you a husband
+of worth in these colonies? Wherefore is that
+a crime? Were you my own daughter I could do no
+less, and this man is not ill to look upon, a fair-spoken
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93' name='page_93'></a>93</span>
+gallant, a friend of La Barre&rsquo;s, chosen by him for special
+service&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And with influence in the fur trade.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All the better that,&rdquo; he continued obstinately.
+&ldquo;Why should a girl object if her husband be rich?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But he is not rich,&rdquo; I said plainly, looking straight
+into his eyes. &ldquo;He is no more than a penniless adventurer;
+an actor playing a part assigned him by the
+Governor; while you and I do the same. Listen, Monsieur
+Chevet, the property at St. Thomas is mine by
+legal right, and it was to gain possession that this
+wretch sought my hand.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your legal right?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, restored by the King in special order.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is not true; I had the records searched by a
+lawyer, Monsieur Gautier, of St. Anne.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I gave a gesture of indignation.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A country advocate at whom those in authority
+would laugh. I tell you what I say is true; the land
+was restored, and the fact is known to La Barre and
+to Cassion. It is this fact which has caused all our
+troubles. I overheard talk last night between the Governor
+and his aide-de-camp, Colonel Delguard&ndash;&ndash;you
+know him?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Chevet nodded, his interest stirred.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They thought themselves alone, and were laughing
+at the success of their trick. I was hidden behind
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94' name='page_94'></a>94</span>
+the heavy curtains at the window, and every word they
+spoke reached my ears. Then they sent for Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But where is the paper?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I did not learn; they have it hidden, no doubt,
+awaiting the proper time to produce it. But there is
+such a document: La Barre explained that clearly, and
+the reason why he wished Cassion to marry me. They
+were all three talking when an accident happened,
+which led to my discovery.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah! and so that was what hurried the wedding,
+and sent me on this wild wilderness chase. They
+would bury me in the woods&ndash;&ndash;<i>sacre!</i>&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Hush now&ndash;&ndash;Cassion has left the canoe already,
+and we can talk of this later. Let us seem to suspect
+nothing.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>This was the first meal of many eaten together along
+the river bank in the course of our long journey, yet
+the recollection of that scene rises before my memory
+now with peculiar vividness. It was a bright, glorious
+morning, the arching sky blue overhead, and the air
+soft with early autumn. Our temporary camp was at
+the edge of a grove, and below us swept the broad
+river, a gleaming highway of silvery water without
+speck upon its surface. Except for our little party of
+voyagers no evidence of life was visible, not even a
+distant curl of smoke obscuring the horizon.</p>
+<p>Cassion had divided us into groups, and, from where
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95' name='page_95'></a>95</span>
+I had found resting place, with a small flat rock for
+table, I was enabled to see the others scattered to the
+edge of the bank, and thus learned for the first time,
+the character of those with whom I was destined to
+companion on the long journey. There were but four
+of us in that first group, which included P&egrave;re Allouez,
+a silent man, fingering his cross, and barely touching
+food. His face under the black cowl was drawn, and
+creased by strange lines, and his eyes burned with
+fanaticism. If I had ever dreamed of him as one to
+whom I might turn for counsel, the thought instantly
+vanished as our glances met.</p>
+<p>A soldier and two Indians served us, while their companions,
+divided into two groups, were gathered at
+the other extremity of the ridge, the soldiers under
+discipline of their own under officers, and the Indians
+watched over by Sieur De Artigny, who rested, however,
+slightly apart, his gaze on the broad river. Never
+once while I observed did he turn and glance my way.
+I counted the men, as I endeavored to eat, scarcely
+heeding the few words exchanged by those about me.
+The Indians numbered ten, including their chief, whom
+Cassion called Altudah. Chevet named them as Algonquins
+from the Ottawa, treacherous rascals enough,
+yet with expert knowledge of water craft.</p>
+<p>Altudah was a tall savage, wrapped in gaudy blanket,
+his face rendered sinister and repulsive by a scar
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96' name='page_96'></a>96</span>
+the full length of his cheek, yet he spoke French fairly
+well, and someone said that he had three times made
+journey to Mackinac, and knew the waterways. There
+were twenty-four soldiers, including a sergeant and
+corporal, of the Regiment of Picardy; active fellows
+enough, and accustomed to the frontier, although they
+gave small evidence of discipline, and their uniforms
+were in shocking condition. The sergeant was a heavily
+built, stocky man, but the others were rather undersized,
+and of little spirit. The same thought must have
+been in the minds of others, for the expression on
+Monsieur Cassion&rsquo;s face was not pleasant as he stared
+about.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Chevet,&rdquo; he exclaimed disgustedly &ldquo;did ever you
+see a worse selection for wilderness travel than La
+Barre has given us? Cast your eyes down the line
+yonder; by my faith! there is not a real man among
+them.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Chevet who had been growling to himself, with
+scarce a thought other than the food before him, lifted
+his eyes and looked.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not so bad,&rdquo; he answered finally, the words rumbling
+in his throat. &ldquo;Altudah is a good Indian, and
+has traveled with me before, and the sergeant yonder
+looks like a fighting man.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, but the others?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No worse than all the scum. De Baugis had no
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97' name='page_97'></a>97</span>
+better with him, and La Salle led a gang of outcasts.
+With right leadership you can make them do men&rsquo;s
+work. &rsquo;Tis no kid-gloved job you have, Monsieur
+Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The insulting indifference of the old fur trader&rsquo;s
+tone surprised the Commissaire, and he exhibited
+resentment.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are overly free with your comments, Hugo
+Chevet. When I wish advice I will ask it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And in the woods I do not always wait to be
+asked,&rdquo; returned the older man, lighting his pipe, and
+calmly puffing out the blue smoke. &ldquo;Though it is
+likely enough you will be asking for it before you
+journey many leagues further.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are under my orders.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So La Barre said, but the only duty he gave me
+was to watch over Adele here. He put no shackle on
+my tongue. You have chosen your course?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, up the Ottawa.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I supposed so, although that boy yonder could
+lead you a shorter passage.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How learned you that?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By talking with him in Quebec. He even sketched
+me a map of the route he traveled with La Salle. You
+knew it not?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas of no moment, for my orders bid me go
+by St. Ignace. Yet it might be well to question him
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98' name='page_98'></a>98</span>
+and the chief also.&rdquo; He turned to the nearest soldier.
+&ldquo;Tell the Algonquin, Altudah, to come here, and
+Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>They approached together, two specimens of the
+frontier as different as could be pictured, and stood
+silent, fronting Cassion who looked at them frowning,
+and in no pleasant humor. The eyes of the younger
+man sought my face for an instant, and the swift
+glance gave harsher note to the Commissaire&rsquo;s voice.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We will reload the canoes here for the long voyage,&rdquo;
+he said brusquely. &ldquo;The sergeant will have
+charge of that, but both of you will be in the leading
+boat, and will keep well in advance of the others. Our
+course is by way of the Ottawa. You know that
+stream, Altudah?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Indian bowed his head gravely, and extended
+one hand beneath the scarlet fold of his blanket.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Five time, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How far to the west, Chief?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To place call Green Bay.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion turned his eyes on De Artigny, a slight
+sneer curling his lips.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you?&rdquo; he asked coldly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But one journey, Monsieur, along the Ottawa and
+the lakes,&rdquo; was the quiet answer, &ldquo;and that three years
+ago, yet I scarce think I would go astray. &rsquo;Tis not a
+course easily forgotten.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99' name='page_99'></a>99</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;And beyond Green Bay?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have been to the mouth of the Great River.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You!&rdquo; in surprise. &ldquo;Were you of that party?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you actually reached the sea&ndash;&ndash;the salt
+water?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Saint Anne! I never half believed the tale true,
+nor do I think overmuch of your word for it. But
+let that go. Chevet here tells me you know a shorter
+journey to the Illinois?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not by canoe, Monsieur. I followed Sieur de la
+Salle by forest trail to the Straits, and planned to
+return that way, but &rsquo;tis a foot journey.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not fitted for such a party as this?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only as you trust to your rifles for food, bearing
+what packs we might on our backs. With the lady
+the trail is scarcely possible.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;As to the lady I will make my own decision.
+Besides, our course is decided. We go to St. Ignace.
+What will be your course from Green Bay?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Along the west shore, Monsieur; it is dangerous
+only by reason of storms.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And the distance?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;From St. Ignace?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! from St. Ignace! What distance lies between
+there and this Fort St. Louis, on the Illinois?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100' name='page_100'></a>100</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be but a venture, Monsieur, but I think
+&rsquo;tis held at a hundred and fifty leagues.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Of wilderness?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;When I passed that way&ndash;&ndash;yes; they tell me now
+the Jesuits have mission station at Green Bay, and
+there may be fur traders in Indian villages beyond.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No chance to procure supplies?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only scant rations of corn from the Indians.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your report is in accordance with my instructions
+and maps, and no doubt is correct. That will be
+all. Take two more men in your boat, and depart at
+once. We shall follow immediately.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>As De Artigny turned away in obedience to these
+orders, his glance met mine, and seemed to question.
+Eager as I was to acquaint him with the true reason
+of my presence it was impossible. To have exhibited
+the slightest interest would only increase the enmity
+between the two men, and serve no good purpose. I
+did not even venture to gaze after him as he disappeared
+down the bank, feeling assured that Cassion&rsquo;s
+eyes were suspiciously watching me. My appearance
+of indifference must have been well assumed, for
+there was a sound of confidence in his voice as he bade
+us return to the canoes, and I even permitted him to
+assist me to my feet, and aid me in the descent to the
+shore.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101' name='page_101'></a>101</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_VIII_I_DEFY_CASSION' id='CHAPTER_VIII_I_DEFY_CASSION'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2>
+<h3>I DEFY CASSION</h3>
+</div>
+<p>Our progress was slow against the swift current
+of the St. Lawrence, and we kept close to the
+overhanging bank, following the guidance of the leading
+canoe. We were the second in line, and no longer
+over-crowded, so that I had ample room to rest at ease
+upon a pile of blankets, and gaze about me with interest
+on the changing scene.</p>
+<p>Cassion, encouraged possibly by my permitting his
+attendance down the bank, found seat near me, and
+endeavored to converse; but, although I tried to prove
+cordial, realizing now that to anger the man would
+only add to my perplexity, his inane remarks tried me
+so that I ceased reply, and we finally lapsed into
+silence. Chevet, who held the steering oar, asked him
+some questions, which led to a brisk argument, and I
+turned away my head, glad enough to escape, and be
+permitted the luxury of my own thoughts.</p>
+<p>How beautifully desolate it all was; with what fresh
+delight each new vista revealed itself. The wild life,
+the love of wilderness and solitude, was in my blood,
+and my nature responded to the charm of our surroundings.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102' name='page_102'></a>102</span>
+I was the daughter of one ever attracted
+by the frontier, and all my life had been passed amid
+primitive conditions&ndash;&ndash;the wide out-of-doors was my
+home, and the lonely places called me. The broad,
+rapid sweep of the river up which we won our slow
+passage, the great beetling cliffs dark in shadows, and
+crowned by trees, the jutting rocks whitened by spray,
+the headlands cutting off all view ahead, then suddenly
+receding to permit of our circling on into the unknown&ndash;&ndash;here
+extended a panorama of which I could never
+tire.</p>
+<p>My imagination swept ahead into the mystery which
+awaited us in that vast wilderness toward which we
+journeyed&ndash;&ndash;the dangerous rivers, the portages, the
+swift rush of gleaming water, the black forests, the
+plains of waving grass, the Indian villages, and those
+immense lakes along whose shores we were destined to
+find way. All this possibility had come to me so unexpectedly,
+with such suddenness, that even yet I
+scarcely realized that my surroundings were real. They
+seemed more a dream than an actual fact, and I was
+compelled to concentrate my mind on those people
+about me before I could clearly comprehend the conditions
+under which I lived.</p>
+<p>Yet here was reality enough: the Indian paddlers,
+stripped to the waist, their bodies glistening, as with
+steady, tireless strokes, they forced our canoe forward,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103' name='page_103'></a>103</span>
+following relentlessly the wake of the speeding boat
+ahead; the little group of soldiers huddled in the bows,
+several sleeping already, the others amusing themselves
+with game of cards; while just in front of me sat the
+priest, his fingers clasping an open book, but his eyes
+on the river. The silhouette of his face, outlined beyond
+his black hood, seemed carved from stone, it
+was so expressionless and hard. There was something
+so sinister about it that I felt a chill run through me,
+and averted my eyes, only to encounter the glance of
+Cassion beside me, who smiled, and pointed out a huge
+terrace of rock which seemed a castle against the blue
+of the sky. I think he told me the fanciful name the
+earlier explorers had given the point, and related some
+legend with which it was connected, but my mind was
+not on his tale, and soon he ceased effort to entertain
+me, and his head nodded sleepily.</p>
+<p>I turned to glance back beyond the massive figure of
+Chevet at the steering oar, to gain glimpse of the
+canoes behind. The first was well up, so that even the
+faces of its occupants were revealed, but the second
+was but a black shapeless thing in the distance, a mere
+blotch upon the waters.</p>
+<p>Ahead of us, now sweeping around the point like a
+wild bird, amid a smother of spray, appeared the advance
+canoe. As it disappeared I could distinguish
+De Artigny at the stern, his coat off, his hands grasping
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104' name='page_104'></a>104</span>
+a paddle. Above the point once more and in
+smoother water, I was aware that he turned and looked
+back, shading his eyes from the sun. I could not but
+wonder what he thought, what possible suspicion had
+come to him, regarding my presence in the company.
+There was no way in which he could have learned the
+truth, for there had been no communication between
+him and those who knew the facts.</p>
+<p>Never would he conceive so wild a thought as my
+marriage to Cassion. He might, indeed, believe that
+some strange, sudden necessity had compelled me to
+accompany them on this adventure, or he might suspect
+that I had deceived him, knowing all the time that
+I was to be of the party. I felt the shame of it bring
+the red blood into my cheeks, and my lips pressed
+together in firm resolve. I should tell him, tell him
+all; and he must judge my conduct from my own
+words, and not those of another. In some manner I
+must keep him away from Cassion&ndash;&ndash;ay, and from
+Chevet&ndash;&ndash;until opportunity came for me to first communicate
+with him.</p>
+<p>I was a woman, and some instinct of my nature told
+me that Sieur de Artigny held me in high esteem. And
+his was the disposition and the training to cause the
+striking of a blow first. That must not be, for now I
+was determined to unravel the cause for Cassion&rsquo;s
+eagerness to marry, and La Barre&rsquo;s willing assistance,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105' name='page_105'></a>105</span>
+and to accomplish this end there could be no quarreling
+between us.</p>
+<p>The weariness of the long night conquered even my
+brain, the steady splash of the paddles becoming a
+lullaby. Insensibly my head rested back against the
+pile of blankets, the glint of sunshine along the surface
+of the water vanished as my lashes fell, and, before
+I knew it, I slept soundly. I awoke with the sun
+in the western sky, so low down as to peep at me
+through the upper branches of trees lining the bank.
+Our surroundings had changed somewhat, the shores
+being no longer steep, and overhung with rocks, but
+only slightly uplifted, and covered with dense, dark
+woods, somber and silent. Their shadows nearly met
+in midstream, giving to the scene a look of desolation
+and gloom, the water sweeping on in sullen flow, without
+sparkle, or gaiety. Our boat clung close to the west
+shore, and I could look long distances through the
+aisles of trees into the silent gloom beyond. Not a leaf
+rustled, not a wild animal moved in the coverts. It
+was like an abode of death.</p>
+<p>And we moved so slowly, struggling upward against
+the current, for the Indians were resting, and the less
+expert hands of soldiers were wielding the paddles,
+urged on by Cassion, who had relieved Chevet at the
+steering oar. The harsh tones of his voice, and the
+heavy breathing of the laboring men alone broke the
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106' name='page_106'></a>106</span>
+solemn stillness. I sat up, my body aching from the
+awkward position in which I lay, and endeavored to
+discern the other canoes.</p>
+<p>Behind us stretched a space of straight water, and
+one canoe was close, while the second was barely visible
+along a curve of the shore. Ahead, however, the
+river appeared vacant, the leading boat having vanished
+around a wooded bend. My eyes met those of Cassion,
+and the sight of him instantly restored me to a recollection
+of my plan&ndash;&ndash;nothing could be gained by open
+warfare. I permitted my lips to smile, and noted instantly
+the change of expression in his face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have slept well, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said pleasantly,
+&ldquo;for I was very tired.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the best way on a boat voyage,&rdquo; assuming his
+old manner, &ldquo;but now the day is nearly done.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So late as that! You will make camp soon?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If that be Cap Sante yonder, &rsquo;tis like we shall go
+ashore beyond. Ay! see the smoke spiral above the
+trees; a hundred rods more and we make the turn.
+The fellows will not be sorry, the way they ply the
+paddles.&rdquo; He leaned over and shook Chevet. &ldquo;Time
+to rouse, Hugo, for we make camp. Bend to it, lads;
+there is food and a night&rsquo;s rest waiting you around
+yonder point. Dig deep, and send her along.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>As we skirted the extremity of shore I saw the
+opening in the woods, and the gleam of a cheerful fire
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107' name='page_107'></a>107</span>
+amid green grass. The advance canoe swung half-hidden
+amid the overhanging roots of a huge pine
+tree, and the men were busily at work ashore. To the
+right they were already erecting a small tent, its yellow
+canvas showing plainly against the leafy background
+of the forest. As we circled the point closely,
+seeking the still water, we could perceive Altudah
+standing alone on a flat rock, his red blanket conspicuous
+as he pointed out the best place for landing.
+As we nosed into the bank, our sharp bow was grasped
+by waiting Indians and drawn safely ashore. I
+reached my feet, stiffened, and scarcely able to move
+my limbs, but determined to land without the aid of
+Cassion, whose passage forward was blocked by Chevet&rsquo;s
+huge bulk. As my weight rested on the edge of
+the canoe, De Artigny swung down from behind the
+chief, and extended his hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A slight spring,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and you land with dry
+feet; good! now let me lift you&ndash;&ndash;so.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I had but the instant; I knew that, for I heard Cassion
+cry out something just behind me, and, surprised
+as I was by the sudden appearance of De Artigny, I
+yet realized the necessity for swift speech.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I whispered. &ldquo;Do not talk, but listen.
+You would serve me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then ask nothing, and above all do not quarrel
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108' name='page_108'></a>108</span>
+with Cassion. I will tell you everything the moment I
+can see you safely alone. Until then do not seek me.
+I have your word?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He did not answer, for the Commissaire grasped my
+arm, and thrust himself in between us, his action so
+swift that the impact of his body thrust De Artigny
+back a step. I saw the hand of the younger man close
+on the knife hilt at his belt, but was quick enough to
+avert the hot words burning his lips.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A bit rough, Monsieur Cassion,&rdquo; I cried laughing
+merrily, even as I released my arm. &ldquo;Why so much
+haste? I was near falling, and it was but courtesy
+which led the Sieur de Artigny to extend me his hand.
+It does not please me for you to be ever seeking a
+quarrel.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>There must have been that in my face which cooled
+him, for his hand fell, and his thin lips curled into
+sarcastic smile.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If I seemed hasty,&rdquo; he exclaimed, &ldquo;it was more
+because I was blocked by that boor of a Chevet yonder,
+and it angered me to have this young gamecock ever
+at hand to push in. What think you you were employed
+for, fellow&ndash;&ndash;an esquire of dames? Was there
+not work enough in the camp yonder, that you must be
+testing your fancy graces every time a boat lands?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>There was no mild look in De Artigny&rsquo;s eyes as he
+fronted him, yet he held his temper, recalling my plea
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109' name='page_109'></a>109</span>
+no doubt, and I hastened to step between, and furnish
+him excuse for silence.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Surely you do wrong to blame the young man,
+Monsieur, as but for his aid I would have slipped yonder.
+There is no cause for hard words, nor do I thank
+you for making me a subject of quarrel. Is it my
+tent they erect yonder?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay,&rdquo; there was little graciousness to the tone, for
+the man had the nature of a bully. &ldquo;&rsquo;Twas my
+thought that it be brought for your use; and if Monsieur
+de Artigny will consent to stand aside, it will
+give me pleasure to escort you thither.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The younger man&rsquo;s eyes glanced from the other&rsquo;s
+face into mine, as though seeking reassurance. His
+hat was instantly in his hand, and he stepped backward,
+bowing low.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The wish of the lady is sufficient,&rdquo; he said quietly,
+and then stood again erect, facing Cassion. &ldquo;Yet,&rdquo;
+he added slowly, &ldquo;I would remind Monsieur that
+while I serve him as a guide, it is as a volunteer, and I
+am also an officer of France.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Of France? Pah! of the renegade La Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;France has no more loyal servant, Monsieur Cassion
+in all this western land&ndash;&ndash;nor is he renegade, for
+he holds the Illinois at the King&rsquo;s command.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Held it&ndash;&ndash;yes; under Frontenac, but not now.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We will not quarrel over words, yet not even in
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110' name='page_110'></a>110</span>
+Quebec was it claimed that higher authority than La
+Barre&rsquo;s had led to recall. Louis had never interfered,
+and it is De Tonty, and not De Baugis who is in command
+at St. Louis by royal order. My right to respect
+of rank is clearer than your own, Monsieur, so I beg
+you curb your temper.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You threaten me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No; we who live in the wilderness do not talk, we
+act. I obey your orders, do your will, on this expedition,
+but as a man, not a slave. In all else we stand
+equal, and I accept insult from no living man. &rsquo;Tis
+well that you know this, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The hat was back upon his head, and he had turned
+away before Cassion found answering speech. It was
+a jaunty, careless figure, disappearing amid the trees,
+the very swing of his shoulders a challenge, nor did
+he so much as glance about to mark the effect of his
+insolent words. For the instant I believed Cassion&rsquo;s
+first thought was murder, for he gripped a pistol in
+his hand, and flung one foot forward, an oath sputtering
+between his lips. Yet the arrant coward in him
+conquered even that mad outburst of passion, and before
+I could grasp his arm in restraint, the impulse had
+passed, and he was staring after the slowly receding
+figure of De Artigny, his fingers nerveless.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>&ndash;&ndash;no! I&rsquo;ll show the pup who is the
+master,&rdquo; he muttered. &ldquo;Let him disobey once, and
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111' name='page_111'></a>111</span>
+I&rsquo;ll stretch his dainty form as I would an Indian cur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, drawing his attention to my
+presence. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis of no interest to me your silly quarrel
+with Sieur de Artigny. I am weary with the boat
+journey, and would rest until food is served.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But you heard the young cockerel! What he
+dared say to me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Surely; and were his words true?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;True! what mean you? That he would resist my
+authority?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That he held commission from the King, while
+your only authority was by word of the Governor?
+Was it not by Royal Orders that La Salle was relieved
+of command?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion&rsquo;s face exhibited embarrassment, yet he managed
+to laugh.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A mere boast the boy made, yet with a grain of
+truth to bolster it. La Barre acted with authority, but
+there has not been time for his report to be passed
+upon by Louis. No doubt &rsquo;tis now upon the sea.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And now for this reason to lay his cause before
+the King, the Sieur de la Salle, sailed for France.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, but too late; already confirmation of La
+Barre&rsquo;s act is en route to New France. The crowing
+cockerel yonder will lose his spurs. But come, &rsquo;tis useless
+to stand here discussing this affair. Let me show
+you how well your comfort has been attended to.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112' name='page_112'></a>112</span></div>
+<p>I walked beside him among the trees, and across the
+patch of grass to where the tent stood against a background
+of rock. The Indians and soldiers in separate
+groups were busied about their fires, and I could distinguish
+the chief, with Chevet, still beside the canoes,
+engaged in making them secure for the night. The
+evening shadows were thickening about us, and the
+gloom of the woods extended already across the river
+to the opposite shore.</p>
+<p>De Artigny had disappeared, although I glanced
+about in search for him, as Cassion drew aside the
+tent flap, and peered within. He appeared pleased at
+the way in which his orders had been executed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis very neat, indeed, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said pleasantly,
+glancing inside. &ldquo;I owe you my thanks.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas brought for my own use,&rdquo; he confessed,
+encouraged by my graciousness, &ldquo;for as you know, I
+had no previous warning that you were to be of our
+party. Please step within.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I did so, yet turned instantly to prevent his following
+me. Already I had determined on my course of
+action, and now the time had come for me to speak
+him clearly; yet now that I had definite purpose in
+view it was no part of my game to anger the man.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I said soberly. &ldquo;I must beg your
+mercy. I am but a girl, and alone. It is true I am
+your wife by law, but the change has come so suddenly
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113' name='page_113'></a>113</span>
+that I am yet dazed. Surely you cannot wish to
+take advantage, or make claim upon me, until I can
+bid you welcome. I appeal to you as a gentleman.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He stared into my face, scarcely comprehending all
+my meaning.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You would bar me without? You forbid me entrance?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Would you seek to enter against my wish?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But you are my wife; that you will not deny!
+What will be said, thought, if I seek rest elsewhere?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, save for Hugo Chevet, none in this
+company know the story of that marriage, or why I
+am here. What I ask brings no stain upon you. &rsquo;Tis
+not that I so dislike you, Monsieur, but I am the
+daughter of Pierre la Chesnayne, and &rsquo;tis not in my
+blood to yield to force. It will be best to yield me
+respect and consideration.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You threatened me yonder&ndash;&ndash;before La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I spoke wildly, in anger. That passion has passed&ndash;&ndash;now
+I appeal to your manhood.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He glanced about, to assure himself we were alone.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are a sly wench,&rdquo; he said, laughing unpleasantly,
+&ldquo;but it may be best that I give you your own
+way for this once. There is time enough in which to
+teach you my power. And so you shut the tent to me,
+fair lady, in spite of your pledge to Holy Church. Ah,
+well! there are nights a plenty between here and St.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114' name='page_114'></a>114</span>
+Ignace, and you will become lonely enough in the
+wilderness to welcome me. One kiss, and I leave you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>His eyes were ugly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You refuse that! <i>Mon Dieu!</i> Do you think I
+play? I will have the kiss&ndash;&ndash;or more.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Furious as the man was I felt no fear of him,
+merely an intense disgust that his hands should touch
+me, an indignation that he should offer me such insult.
+He must have read all this in my eyes, for he made but
+the one move, and I flung his hand aside as easily as
+though it had been that of a child. I was angry, so
+that my lips trembled, and my face grew white, yet it
+was not the anger that stormed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Enough, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;go!&rdquo; I said, and pointed to
+where the fires reddened the darkness. &ldquo;Do not dare
+speak to me again this night.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>An instant he hesitated, trying to muster courage,
+but the bully in him failed, and with an oath, he
+turned away, and vanished. It was nearly dark then,
+and I sat down on a blanket at the entrance, and
+waited, watching the figures between me and the river.
+I did not think he would come again, but I did not
+know; it would be safer if I could have word with
+Chevet. A soldier brought me food, and when he
+returned for the tins I made him promise to seek my
+uncle, and send him to me.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115' name='page_115'></a>115</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_IX_THE_FLAMES_OF_JEALOUSY' id='CHAPTER_IX_THE_FLAMES_OF_JEALOUSY'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2>
+<h3>THE FLAMES OF JEALOUSY</h3>
+</div>
+<p>My only faith in Hugo Chevet rested in his
+natural resentment of Cassion&rsquo;s treachery relative
+to my father&rsquo;s fortune. He would feel that he
+had been cheated, deceived, deprived of his rightful
+share of the spoils.</p>
+<p>The man cared nothing for me, as had already been
+plainly demonstrated, yet, but for this conspiracy of
+La Barre and his Commissaire, it would have been his
+privilege to have handled whatever property Pierre la
+Chesnayne left at time of his death. He would have
+been the legal guardian of an heiress, instead of the
+provider for an unwelcomed child of poverty.</p>
+<p>He had been tricked into marrying me to Cassion,
+feeling that he had thus rid himself of an incumbrance,
+and at the same time gained a friend and ally at court,
+and now discovered that by that act he had alienated
+himself from all chance of ever controlling my inheritance.
+The knowledge that he had thus been outwitted
+would rankle in the man&rsquo;s brain, and he was
+one to seek revenge. It was actuated by this thought
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116' name='page_116'></a>116</span>
+that I had sent for him, feeling that perhaps at last we
+had a common cause.</p>
+<p>Whether, or not, Cassion would take my dismissal
+as final I could not feel assured. No doubt he would
+believe my decision the outburst of a woman&rsquo;s mood,
+which he had best honor, but in full faith that a few
+days would bring to me a change of mind. The man
+was too pronounced an egotist to ever confess that he
+could fail in winning the heart of any girl whom he
+condescended to honor, and the very injury which my
+repulse had given to his pride would tend to increase
+his desire to possess me.</p>
+<p>However little he had cared before in reality, now
+his interest would be aroused, and I would seem to him
+worthy of conquest. He would never stop after what
+had occurred between us until he had exhausted every
+power he possessed. Yet I saw nothing more of him
+that night, although I sat just within the flap of the
+tent watching the camp between me and the river.
+Shadowing figures glided about, revealed dimly by the
+fires, but none of these did I recognize as the Commissaire,
+nor did I hear his voice.</p>
+<p>I had been alone for an hour, already convinced that
+the soldier had failed to deliver my message, when my
+Uncle Chevet finally emerged from the shadows, and
+announced his presence. He appeared a huge, shapeless
+figure, his very massiveness yielding me a feeling
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117' name='page_117'></a>117</span>
+of protection, and I arose, and joined him. His
+greeting proved the unhappiness of his mind.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So you sent for me&ndash;&ndash;why? What has happened
+between you and Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No more than occurred between us yonder in Quebec,
+when I informed him that I was his wife in name
+only,&rdquo; I answered quietly. &ldquo;Do you blame me now
+that you understand his purpose in this marriage?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But I don&rsquo;t understand. You have but aroused
+my suspicion. Tell me all, and if the man is a villain
+he shall make answer to me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, if you imagine you have been outplayed in the
+game, although it is little enough you would care otherwise.
+Let there be no misunderstanding between us,
+Monsieur. You sold me to Francois Cassion because
+you expected to profit through his influence with La
+Barre. Now you learn otherwise, and the discovery
+has angered you. For the time being you are on my
+side&ndash;&ndash;but for how long?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He stared at me, his slow wits scarcely translating
+my words. Seemingly the man had but one idea in his
+thick head.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How know you the truth of all you have said?&rdquo;
+he asked. &ldquo;Where learned you of this wealth?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By overhearing conversation while hidden behind
+the curtain in La Barre&rsquo;s office. He spoke freely with
+his aide, and later with Cassion. It was my discovery
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118' name='page_118'></a>118</span>
+there which led to the forced marriage, and our being
+sent with this expedition.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You heard alone?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So they thought, and naturally believed marriage
+would prevent my ever bearing witness against them.
+But I was not alone.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> Another heard?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, the Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Chevet grasped my arm, and in the glare of the fire
+I could see his excitement pictured in his face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who? That lad? You were in hiding there
+together? And did he realize what was said?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That I do not know,&rdquo; I answered, &ldquo;for we have
+exchanged no word since. When my presence was
+discovered, De Artigny escaped unseen through the
+open window. I need to meet him again that these
+matters may be explained, and that I may learn just
+what he overheard. It was to enlist your aid that I
+sent for you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To bring the lad here?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No; that could not be done without arousing the
+suspicion of Cassion. The two are already on the
+verge of quarrel. You must find some way of drawing
+the Commissaire aside&ndash;&ndash;not tonight, for there is
+plenty of time before us, and I am sure we are being
+watched now&ndash;&ndash;and that will afford me opportunity.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But why may I not speak him?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119' name='page_119'></a>119</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;You!&rdquo; I laughed. &ldquo;He would be likely to talk
+with you. A sweet message you sent him in Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I was drunk, and Cassion asked it of me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I thought as much; the coward makes you pull his
+chestnuts from the fire. Do you give me the pledge?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! although &rsquo;tis not my way to play sweet, when
+I should enjoy to wring the fellow&rsquo;s neck. What was
+it La Barre said?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I hesitated a moment, doubting how much I had better
+tell, yet decided it would be best to intrust him with
+the facts, and some knowledge of what I proposed
+to do.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That just before he died my father&rsquo;s property was
+restored to him by the King, but the Royal order was
+never recorded. It exists, but where I do not know,
+nor do I know as yet for what purpose it was concealed.
+My marriage to Cassion must have been an
+afterthought, for he is but a creature of La Barre&rsquo;s.
+It is through him the greater villains seek control; but,
+no doubt, he was a willing tool enough, and expects
+his share.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why not let me choke the truth out of him then?
+Bah! it would be easy.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;For two reasons,&rdquo; I said earnestly. &ldquo;First, I
+doubt if he knows the true conspiracy, or can lay hands
+on the King&rsquo;s restoration. Without that we have no
+proof of fraud. And second, coward though he may
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120' name='page_120'></a>120</span>
+be, his very fear might yield him courage. No, Uncle
+Chevet, we must wait, and learn these facts through
+other means than force. &rsquo;Tis back in Quebec, not in
+this wilderness, we will find the needed proofs. What
+I ask of you is, pretend to know nothing; do not permit
+Cassion to suspicion that I have confided in you.
+We must encourage him to talk by saying nothing
+which will put him on guard.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But he is already aware that you have learned the
+truth.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Of that I am not certain. It was the conversation
+between La Barre and Colonel Delguard which gave
+me the real cue. Of this Cassion may not have heard,
+as he entered the room later. I intended to proceed on
+that theory, and win his confidence, if possible. There
+is a long, tiresome journey before us, and much may
+be accomplished before we return.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Chevet stood silent, his slow mind struggling with
+the possibilities of my plan. I could realize the amazement
+with which he comprehended this cool proposition.
+He, who had considered me a thoughtless girl,
+incapable of serious planning, was suddenly forced to
+realize that a woman confronted him, with a will and
+mind of her own. It was almost a miracle, and he
+failed to entirely grasp the change which had occurred
+in my character. He stared at me with dull eyes, like
+those of an ox, his lips parted as he sought expression.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121' name='page_121'></a>121</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you will try, as his wife, to win confession?&rdquo;
+he asked finally, grasping vaguely the one
+thought occurring to him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No; there is a better way. I despise the man; I
+cannot bear that he touch me. More than that, if I
+read him aright, once I yield and confess myself his
+property, he will lose all interest in my possession. He
+is a lady killer; &rsquo;tis his boast. The man has never been
+in love with me; it was not love, but a desire to
+possess my fortune, which led to his proposal of marriage.
+Now I shall make him love me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You! <i>Mon Dieu!</i> how?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By refusing him, tantalizing him, arousing a desire
+which I will not gratify. Already his thought of
+me has changed. Last night in Quebec he was surprised,
+and aroused to new interest in me as a woman.
+He considered me before as a helpless girl, with no
+will, no character&ndash;&ndash;the sort with which he had had
+his way all through life. He thought I would fall in
+his arms, and confess him master. The words I spoke
+to La Barre shocked and startled him out of his self
+complacency. Nor was that all&ndash;&ndash;even before then
+he had begun to suspicion my relations with Sieur de
+Artigny.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It was at his suggestion, you say, that you sent
+that young man your message of warning to keep away
+from me. Good! the poison is already working, and
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122' name='page_122'></a>122</span>
+I mean it shall. Two hours ago, when we landed here,
+the two men were on verge of quarrel, and blows
+would have been struck but that I intervened. He is
+finding me not so easy to control, and later still the
+mighty Commissaire met with a rebuff which rankles.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I laughed at the remembrance, satisfied now as I
+placed the situation in words, that my plans were working
+well. Chevet stood silent, his mouth agape, struggling
+to follow my swift speech.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do you see now what I mean to do?&rdquo; I asked
+gravely. &ldquo;We shall be alone in the wilderness for
+months to come. I will be the one woman; perchance
+the only white woman into whose face he will look
+until we return to Quebec. I am not vain, yet I am
+not altogether ill to look upon, nor shall I permit the
+hardships of this journey to affect my attractiveness.
+I shall fight him with his own weapons, and win. He
+will beg, and threaten me, and I shall laugh. He will
+love me, and I shall mock. There will be jealousy
+between him and De Artigny, and to win my favor he
+will confess all that he knows. Tonight he sulks somewhere
+yonder, already beginning to doubt his power
+to control me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You have quarreled?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No&ndash;&ndash;only that I asserted independence. He
+would have entered this tent as my husband, and I
+forbade his doing so. He stormed and threatened, but
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123' name='page_123'></a>123</span>
+dare not venture further. He knows me now as other
+than a weak girl, but my next lesson must be a more
+severe one. &rsquo;Tis partly to prepare that I sent for you;
+I ask the loan of a pistol&ndash;&ndash;the smaller one, to be concealed
+in my dress.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You would kill the man?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Pooh! small danger of that. You may draw the
+charge if you will. For him to know that I possess the
+weapon will protect me. You do not grasp my plan?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He shook his head gloomily, as though it was all a
+deep puzzle to his mind, yet his great hand held forth
+the pistol, the short barrel of which gleamed wickedly
+in the fire glow, as I thrust it out of sight.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not the way I front enemies,&rdquo; he growled
+stubbornly, &ldquo;and I make little of it. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> I
+make them talk with these hands.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But my weapons are those of a woman,&rdquo; I explained,
+&ldquo;and I will learn more than you would with
+your brute strength. All I ask of you now, Uncle
+Chevet, is that you keep on friendly terms with Monsieur
+Cassion, yet repeat nothing to him of what I have
+said, and gain me opportunity for speech alone with
+Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah! perhaps I perceive&ndash;&ndash;you love the young
+man?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I grasped his sleeve in my fingers, determined to
+make this point at least clear to his understanding.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124' name='page_124'></a>124</span>
+His blunt words had set my pulses throbbing, yet it
+was resentment, indignation, I felt in strongest
+measure.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Mother of God, no! I have spoken with him but
+three times since we were children. He is merely a
+friend to be trusted, and he must be made to know my
+purpose. It will be joy to him to thus affront Cassion,
+for there is no love lost between them. You understand
+now?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He growled something indistinctly in his beard,
+which I interpreted as assent, but I watched his great
+form disappear in the direction of the fire, my own
+mind far from satisfied; the man was so lacking in
+brains as to be a poor ally, and so obstinate of nature
+as to make it doubtful if he would long conform to my
+leadership. Still it was surely better to confide in him
+to the extent I had than permit him to rage about
+blindly, and in open hostility to Cassion.</p>
+<p>I seated myself just within the tent, my eyes on the
+scene as revealed in the fire-glow, and reflected again
+over the details of my hastily born plan. The possibility
+of the Commissaire&rsquo;s return did not greatly
+trouble me, my confidence fortified by the pistol concealed
+in my waist. No doubt he was already asleep
+yonder in the shadows, but this night was only the
+beginning. The opposition he had met would prove a
+spur to endeavor, and the desire to win me a stronger
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125' name='page_125'></a>125</span>
+incentive than ever. He may have been indifferent,
+careless before&ndash;&ndash;deeming me easy prey&ndash;&ndash;but from
+now on I meant to lead him a merry chase.</p>
+<p>I cannot recall any feeling of regret, any conception
+of evil, as my mind settled upon this course of action.
+There was no reason why I should spare him. He
+had deliberately lied, and deceived me. His marriage
+to me was an act of treachery; the only intent to rob
+me of my just inheritance. There seemed to me no
+other way left in which I could hope to overcome his
+power. I was a woman, and must fight with the
+weapons of my sex; mine was the strength of the weak.</p>
+<p>How dark and still it was, for the fires had died
+down into beds of red ash, and only the stars glimmered
+along the surface of the river. The only movement
+I could perceive was the dim outline of a man&rsquo;s
+figure moving about near the canoes&ndash;&ndash;a watchman on
+guard, but whether red or white I could not determine.
+It was already late, well into the night, and the forest
+about us was black and still. Slowly my head sank to
+the blanket, and I slept.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126' name='page_126'></a>126</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_X_WE_ATTAIN_THE_OTTAWA' id='CHAPTER_X_WE_ATTAIN_THE_OTTAWA'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER X</h2>
+<h3>WE ATTAIN THE OTTAWA</h3>
+</div>
+<p>It was not yet dawn when the stir in the camp
+aroused me, and the sun had not risen above the
+bluffs, or begun to tinge the river, when our laden
+canoes left the bank and commenced their day&rsquo;s journey
+up stream. De Artigny was off in advance, departing
+indeed before I had left the tent, the chief
+seated beside him. I caught but a glimpse of them as
+the canoe rounded the bend in the bank, and slipped
+silently away through the lingering shadows, yet it
+gladdened me to know his eyes were turned toward
+my tent until they vanished.</p>
+<p>Cassion approached me with excessive politeness,
+waiting until the last moment, and escorting me to the
+shore. It made me smile to observe his pretense at
+gallantry, yet I accepted his assistance down the bank
+with all possible graciousness, speaking to him so pleasantly
+as to bring a look of surprise to his face. &rsquo;Twas
+plain to be seen that my conduct puzzled him, for although
+he sought to appear at ease, his words faltered
+sadly. He, who had so long considered himself as
+past master of the art of love-making had most unexpectedly
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127' name='page_127'></a>127</span>
+encountered a character which he could not
+comprehend.</p>
+<p>However, that his purpose was in no way changed
+was made evident as we took our places in the canoes.
+A new distribution had been arranged, Chevet accompanying
+the sergeant, leaving the Commissaire and me
+alone, except for the <i>p&egrave;re</i>, who had position in the bow.
+I observed this new arrangement from underneath
+lowered lashes, but without comment, quietly taking
+the place assigned me, and shading my face from the
+first rays of the sun.</p>
+<p>The day which followed was but one of many we
+were destined to pass in the canoes. I have small
+recollection of it, except the weariness of my cramped
+position, and Cassion&rsquo;s efforts to entertain. Our course
+kept us close to the north shore, the high banks cutting
+off all view in that direction, while in the other there
+was nothing to see but an expanse of water.</p>
+<p>Except for a single canoe, laden with furs, and propelled
+by Indian paddlers, bound for Quebec and a
+market, we encountered no travelers. These swept
+past us swiftly in grip of the current, gesticulating,
+and exchanging salutations, and were soon out of
+sight. Our own boats scattered, as no danger held us
+together, and there were hours when we failed to have
+even a glimpse of their presence.</p>
+<p>At noon we landed in a sheltered cove, brilliant with
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128' name='page_128'></a>128</span>
+wild flowers, and partook of food, the rearward canoes
+joining us, but De Artigny was still ahead, perhaps
+under orders to keep away. To escape Cassion, I
+clambered up the front of the cliff, and had view from
+the summit, marking the sweep of the river for many
+a league, a scene of wild beauty never to be forgotten.
+I lingered there at the edge until the voice of the Commissaire
+recalled me to my place in the canoe.</p>
+<p>It is of no consequence now what we conversed about
+during that long afternoon, as we pushed steadily on
+against the current. Cassion endeavored to be entertaining
+and I made every effort to encourage him,
+although my secret thoughts were not pleasant ones.
+Where was all this to lead? Where was to be the end?
+There was an expression in the man&rsquo;s face, a glow in
+his eyes, which troubled me. Already some instinct
+told me that his carelessness was a thing of the past.
+He was in earnest now, his vague desire stimulated by
+my antagonism.</p>
+<p>He had set out to overcome my scruples, to conquer
+my will, and was merely biding his time, seeking to
+learn the best point of attack. It was with this end in
+view that he kept me to himself, banishing Chevet, and
+compelling De Artigny to remain well in advance. He
+was testing me now by his tales of Quebec, his boasting
+of friendship with the Governor, his stories of
+army adventure, and the wealth he expected to amass
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129' name='page_129'></a>129</span>
+through his official connections. Yet the very tone he
+assumed, the conceit shown in his narratives, only
+served to add to my dislike. This creature was my
+husband, yet I shrank from him, and once, when he
+dared to touch my hand, I drew it away as though it
+were contamination. It was then that hot anger leaped
+into his eyes, and his true nature found expression before
+he could restrain the words:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> What do you mean, you chit?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only that I am not won by a few soft words,
+Monsieur,&rdquo; I answered coldly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But you are my wife; &rsquo;twill be well for you to
+remember that.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nor am I likely to forget, yet because a priest has
+mumbled words over us does not make me love you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Sacre!</i>&rdquo; he burst forth, yet careful to keep his
+voice pitched to my ears alone, &ldquo;you think me a plaything,
+but you shall learn yet that I have claws. Bah!
+do you imagine I fear the coxcomb ahead?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To whom do you refer, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Such innocence! to that boot-licker of La Salle&rsquo;s
+to whom you give your smiles, and pretty words.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Rene de Artigny!&rdquo; I exclaimed pleasantly, and
+then laughed. &ldquo;Why how ridiculous you are, Monsieur.
+Better be jealous of P&egrave;re Allouez yonder, for
+of him I see far the most. Why do you pick out De
+Artigny on whom to vent your anger?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130' name='page_130'></a>130</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;I like not the way he eyes you, nor your secret
+meetings with him in Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If he even sees me I know it not, and as for secret
+meetings, knew you not that Sister Celeste was with
+me while we talked.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not in the Governor&rsquo;s palace.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You accuse me of that then,&rdquo; indignantly. &ldquo;Because
+I am your wife, you can insult, yet it was your
+hand that drew aside the curtain, and found me alone.
+Do you hope to gain my respect by such base charges
+as that, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do you deny that he had been with you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I? Do I deny! It is not worthy my while. Why
+should I? We were not married then, nor like to be
+to my knowledge. Why, then, if I wished, was it not
+my privilege to speak with the Sieur de Artigny? I
+have found him a very pleasant, and polite young man.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A pauper, his only fortune the sword at his side.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, I knew not even that he possessed one. Yet
+of what interest can all this be to me, Monsieur, now
+that I am married to you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>That my words brought him no comfort was plain
+enough to be seen, yet I doubt if it ever occurred to his
+mind that I simply made sport, and sought to anger
+him. It was on his mind to say more, yet he choked
+the words back, and sat there in moody silence, scarce
+glancing at me again during the long afternoon. But
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131' name='page_131'></a>131</span>
+when we finally made landing for the night, it was
+plain to be seen that his vigilance was in no wise relaxed,
+for, although he avoided me himself, the watchful
+Jesuit was ever at my side, no doubt in obedience
+to his orders. This second camp, as I recall, was on
+the shore of Lake St. Peter, in a noble grove, the broad
+stretch of waters before us silvered by the sinking sun.
+My tent was pitched on a high knoll, and the scene outspread
+beneath was one of marvelous beauty. Even the
+austere p&egrave;re was moved to admiration, as he pointed
+here and there, and conversed with me in his soft voice.
+Cassion kept to the men along the bank below, while
+Chevet lay motionless beside a fire, smoking steadily.</p>
+<p>I had no glimpse of De Artigny, although my eyes
+sought him among the others. The chief, Altudah,
+glided out from among the trees as it grew dusk, made
+some report, and as quickly disappeared again, leaving
+me to believe the advance party had made camp beyond
+the curve of the shore. The priest lingered, and
+we had our meal together, although it was not altogether
+to my liking. Once he endeavored to talk with
+me on the sacredness of marriage, the duty of a wife&rsquo;s
+obedience to her husband, the stock phrases rolling
+glibly from his tongue, but my answers gave him small
+comfort. That he had been so instructed by Cassion
+was in my mind, and he was sufficiently adroit to avoid
+antagonizing me by pressing the matter. As we were
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132' name='page_132'></a>132</span>
+eating, a party of fur traders, bound east, came ashore
+in a small fleet of canoes, and joined the men below,
+building their fires slightly up stream. At last P&egrave;re
+Allouez left me alone, and descended to them, eager to
+learn the news from Montreal. Yet, although seemingly
+I was now left alone, I had no thought of adventuring
+in the darkness, as I felt convinced the watchful
+priest would never have deserted my side had he not
+known that other eyes were keeping vigil.</p>
+<p>From that moment I never felt myself alone or unobserved.
+Cassion in person did not make himself
+obnoxious, except that I was always seated beside him
+in the boat, subject to his conversation, and attentions.
+Ever I had the feeling the man was testing me, and
+venturing how far he dared to go. Not for a moment
+did I dare to lower my guard in his presence, and this
+constant strain of watchfulness left me nervous, and
+bitter of speech.</p>
+<p>In every respect I was a prisoner, and made to realize
+my helplessness. I know not what Cassion suspected,
+what scraps of information he may have gained
+from Chevet, but he watched me like a hawk. Never,
+I am sure, was I free of surveillance&ndash;&ndash;in the boat
+under his own eye; ashore accompanied everywhere by
+P&egrave;re Allouez, except as I slept, and then even some
+unknown sentry kept watch of the tent in which I
+rested. However it was managed I know not, but my
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133' name='page_133'></a>133</span>
+uncle never approached me alone, and only twice did I
+gain glimpse of Sieur de Artigny&ndash;&ndash;once, when his
+canoe returned to warn us of dangerous water ahead,
+and once when he awaited us beside the landing at
+Montreal. Yet even these occasions yielded me new
+courage, for, as our eyes met I knew he was still my
+friend, waiting, as I was, the opportunity for a better
+understanding. This knowledge brought tears of
+gratitude to my eyes, and a thrill of hope to my heart.
+I was no longer utterly alone.</p>
+<p>We were three days at Montreal, the men busily engaged
+in adding to their store of provisions. I had
+scarcely a glimpse of the town, as I was given lodging
+in the convent close to the river bank, and the <i>p&egrave;re</i> was
+my constant companion during hours of daylight. I
+doubt if he enjoyed the task any more than I, but he
+proved faithful to his master, and I could never venture
+to move without his black robe at my side.</p>
+<p>Nor did I seek to avoid him, for my mind grasped
+the fact already that my only hope of final liberty lay
+in causing Cassion to believe I had quietly yielded to
+fate. Surely as we plunged deeper into the wilderness
+his suspicions would vanish, and his grim surveillance
+relax. I must patiently abide my time. So I sat
+with the sisters within the dull, gray walls, seemingly
+unconscious of the <i>p&egrave;re&rsquo;s</i> eyes stealthily watching my
+every motion, as he pretended other employment.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134' name='page_134'></a>134</span></div>
+<p>Cassion came twice, more to assure himself that I
+was safely held than for any other purpose, yet it
+pleased me to see his eyes follow my movements, and
+to realize the man had deeper interest in me than formerly.
+Chevet, no doubt, spent his time in the wine
+shops; at least I never either saw, or heard of him.
+Indeed I asked nothing as to his whereabouts, as I had
+decided already his assistance would be of no value.</p>
+<p>We departed at dawn, and the sun was scarce an
+hour high when the prows of our canoes turned into
+the Ottawa. Now we were indeed in the wilderness,
+fronting the vast unknown country of the West, with
+every league of travel leaving behind all trace of civilization.
+There was nothing before us save a few scattered
+missions, presided over by ragged priests, and an
+occasional fur trader&rsquo;s station, the headquarters of
+wandering <i>couriers du bois</i>. On every side were the
+vast prairies, and stormy lakes, roamed over by savage
+men and beasts through whom we must make our way
+in hardship, danger, and toil.</p>
+<p>Cassion spread out his rude map in the bottom of
+the canoe, and I had him point out the route we were
+to follow. It was a long, weary way he indicated, and,
+for the moment, my heart almost failed me, as we
+traced together the distance outlined, and pictured in
+imagination the many obstacles between us and our
+goal. Had I known the truth, all those leagues were
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135' name='page_135'></a>135</span>
+destined to disclose of hardship and peril, I doubt my
+courage to have fronted them. But I did not know,
+nor could I perceive a way of escape. So I crushed
+back the tears dimming my eyes, smiled into his face, as
+he rolled up the map, and pretended to care not at all.</p>
+<p>When night came we were in the black woods, the
+silence about us almost unearthly, broken only by the
+dash of water over the rocks below where we were
+camped, promising a difficult portage on the morrow.
+Alone, oppressed by the silence, feeling my helplessness
+as perhaps I never had before, and the dread loneliness
+of the vast wilderness in which I lay, I tossed on my
+bed for hours, ere sheer exhaustion conquered, and I
+slept.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136' name='page_136'></a>136</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XI_I_GAIN_SPEECH_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY' id='CHAPTER_XI_I_GAIN_SPEECH_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2>
+<h3>I GAIN SPEECH WITH DE ARTIGNY</h3>
+</div>
+<p>Our progress up the Ottawa was so slow, so toilsome,
+the days such a routine of labor and hardship,
+the scenes along the shore so similar, that I lost
+all conception of time. Except for the Jesuit I had
+scarcely a companion, and there were days, I am sure,
+when we did not so much as exchange a word.</p>
+<p>The men had no rest from labor, even Cassion
+changing from boat to boat as necessity arose, urging
+them to renewed efforts. The water was low, the
+rapids more than usually dangerous, so that we were
+compelled to portage more often than usual. Once the
+leading canoe ventured to shoot a rapid not considered
+perilous, and had a great hole torn in its prow by a
+sharp rock. The men got ashore, saving the wreck,
+but lost their store of provisions, and we were a day
+there making the damaged canoe again serviceable.</p>
+<p>This delay gave me my only glimpse of De Artigny,
+still dripping from his involuntary bath, and so busily
+engaged at repairs, as to be scarcely conscious of my
+presence on the bank above him. Yet I can hardly say
+that, for once he glanced up, and our eyes met, and
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137' name='page_137'></a>137</span>
+possibly he would have joined me, but for the sudden
+appearance of Cassion, who swore at the delay, and
+ordered me back to where the tent had been hastily
+erected. I noticed De Artigny straighten up, angered
+that Cassion dared speak to me so harshly, but I had
+no wish then to precipitate an open quarrel between
+the two men, and so departed quickly. Later, Father
+Allouez told me that in the overturning of the canoe
+the young Sieur had saved the life of the Algonquin
+Chief, bringing him ashore unconscious, helpless from
+a broken shoulder.</p>
+<p>This accident to Altudah led to the transferring of
+the injured Indian to our canoe, and caused Cassion
+to join De Artigny in advance. This change relieved
+me of the constant presence of the Commissaire, who
+wearied me with his ceaseless efforts to entertain, but
+rendered more difficult than ever my desire to speak
+privately with the younger man. The <i>p&egrave;re</i> evidently
+had commands to keep me ever in view, for he clung
+to me like a shadow, and scarcely for a moment did I
+feel myself alone, or unwatched.</p>
+<p>It was five days later, and in the heart of all that
+was desolate and drear, when this long sought opportunity
+came in most unexpected fashion. We had
+made camp early, because of rough water ahead, the
+passage of which it was not deemed best to attempt
+without careful exploration. So, while the three
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138' name='page_138'></a>138</span>
+heavily laden canoes drew up against the bank, and
+prepared to spend the night, the leading canoe was
+stripped, and sent forward, manned only with the most
+expert of the Indian paddlers to make sure the perils
+of the current. From the low bank to which I had
+climbed I watched the preparations for the dash
+through those madly churning waters above. Cassion
+was issuing his orders loudly, but exhibited no inclination
+to accompany the party, and suddenly the frail
+craft shot out from the shore, with De Artigny at the
+steering paddle, and every Indian braced for his task,
+and headed boldly into the smother. They vanished
+as though swallowed by the mist, Cassion, and a half
+dozen soldiers racing along the shore line in an effort
+to keep abreast of the laboring craft.</p>
+<p>It was a wild, desolate spot in which we were, a
+mere rift in the bluffs, which seemed to overhang us,
+covered with a heavy growth of forest. The sun was
+still an hour high, although it was twilight already beside
+the river, when Cassion, and his men came straggling
+back, to report that the canoe had made safe
+passage, and, taking advantage of his good humor, I
+proposed a climb up an opening of the bluff, down
+which led a deer trail plainly discernible.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not I,&rdquo; he said, casting a glance upward. &ldquo;The
+run over the rocks will do me for exercise tonight.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then will I assay it alone,&rdquo; I replied, not displeased
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139' name='page_139'></a>139</span>
+at his refusal. &ldquo;I am cramped from sitting in
+the canoe so long.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be a hard climb, and they tell me the <i>p&egrave;re</i>
+has strained a tendon of his leg coming ashore.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And what of that!&rdquo; I burst forth, giving vent to
+my indignation. &ldquo;Am I a ten-year-old to be guarded
+every step I take? &rsquo;Tis not far to the summit, and no
+danger. You can see yourself the trail is not steep.
+Faith! I will go now, just to show that I am at
+liberty.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He laughed, an unpleasant sound to it, yet made no
+effort to halt me. &rsquo;Tis probable he felt safe enough
+with De Artigny camped above the rapids, and he had
+learned already that my temper might become dangerous.
+Yet he stood and watched while I was half-way
+up before turning away, satisfied no doubt that I would
+make it safely. It was like a draught of wine to me to
+be alone again; I cannot describe the sense of freedom,
+and relief I felt when a spur of the cliff shut out all
+view of the scene below.</p>
+<p>The rude path I followed was narrow, but not steep
+enough to prove wearisome, and, as it led up through a
+crevice in the earth, finally emerged at the top of the
+bluff at a considerable distance above the camp I had
+left. Thick woods covered the crest, although there
+were open plains beyond, and I was obliged to advance
+to the very edge in order to gain glimpse of the river.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140' name='page_140'></a>140</span></div>
+<p>Once there, however, with footing secure on a flat
+rock, the scene outspread was one of wild and fascinating
+beauty. Directly below me were the rapids,
+rock strewn, the white spray leaping high in air, the
+swift, green water swirling past in tremendous volume.
+It scarcely seemed as though boats could live in that
+smother, or find passage between those jutting rocks,
+yet as I gazed more closely, I could trace the channel
+close in against the opposite shore, and note where the
+swift current bore back across the river.</p>
+<p>Leaning far out, grasping a branch to keep from
+falling, I distinguished the canoe at the upper landing,
+and the Indians busily preparing camp. At first I saw
+nothing of any white man, but was gazing still when
+De Artigny emerged from some shadow, and stepped
+down beside the boat. I know not what instinct
+prompted him to turn and look up intently at the bluff
+towering above. I scarcely comprehended either what
+swift impulse led me to undo the neckerchief at my
+throat, and hold it forth in signal. An instant he
+stared upward, shading his eyes with one hand.</p>
+<p>I must have seemed a vision clinging there against
+the sky, yet all at once the truth burst upon him, and,
+with a wave of the arm, he sprang up the low bank,
+and joined his Indians. I could not hear what he said,
+but with a single word he left them, and disappeared
+among the trees at the foot of the bluff.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141' name='page_141'></a>141</span></div>
+<p>I drew back, almost frightened, half inclined to flee
+before he could attain the summit. What could I say?
+How could I meet him? What if Cassion had followed
+me up the path, or had despatched one of his
+men to spy upon my movements? Ever since leaving
+Quebec my one hope had been this interview with De
+Artigny, yet now that it was imminent I shrank from
+it, in actual confusion, my heart fluttering, my mind
+blank, yet I was not a coward, and did not run, but
+waited, feeling my limbs tremble under me, and listening
+for the first sound of his approach.</p>
+<p>He must have scrambled straight up the steep face
+of the bluff, for it could have been scarcely more than
+a minute, when I heard him crunching a passage
+through the bushes, and then saw him emerge above
+the edge. Clinging to a tree limb, his eyes sought
+eagerly to locate me, and when I stepped forward, he
+sprang erect, and bowed, jerking his hat from his
+head. There was about his action the enthusiasm of
+a boy, and his face glowed with an eagerness and
+delight which instantly broke down every barrier
+between us.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You waved to me?&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;You wished
+me to come?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I confessed, swept from my guard by his
+enthusiasm. &ldquo;I have been anxious to confer with you,
+and this is my first opportunity.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142' name='page_142'></a>142</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Why I thought you avoided me,&rdquo; he burst forth.
+&ldquo;It is because I felt so that I have kept away.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There was nothing else I could do but pretend,&rdquo; I
+exclaimed, gaining control over my voice as I spoke.
+&ldquo;My every movement has been watched since we left
+Quebec; this is the first moment I have been left alone&ndash;&ndash;if,
+indeed, I am now.&rdquo; And I glanced about doubtfully
+into the shadows of the forest.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You imagine you may have been followed here?
+By whom? Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By himself, or some emissary. P&egrave;re Allouez has
+been my jailor, but chances to be disabled at present.
+The Commissaire permitted me to climb here alone,
+believing you to be safely camped above the rapids, yet
+his suspicions may easily revive.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;His suspicions!&rdquo; the Sieur laughed softly. &ldquo;So
+that then is the trouble? It is to keep us apart that he
+bids me make separate camp each night; and assigns
+me to every post of peril. I feel the honor, Mademoiselle,
+yet why am I especially singled out for so
+great a distinction?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He suspects us of being friends. He knew I conferred
+with you at the convent, and even believes that
+you were with me hidden behind the curtain in the
+Governor&rsquo;s office.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yet if all that be true,&rdquo; he questioned, his voice
+evidencing his surprise. &ldquo;Why should our friendship
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143' name='page_143'></a>143</span>
+arouse his antagonism to such an extent? I cannot
+understand what crime I have committed, Mademoiselle.
+It is all mystery, even why you should be here
+with us on this long journey? Surely you had no such
+thought when we parted last?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You do not know what has occurred?&rdquo; I asked,
+in astonishment. &ldquo;No one has told you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Told me! How? I have scarcely held speech with
+anyone but the Algonquin chief since we took to the
+water. Cassion has but given orders, and Chevet is
+mum as an oyster. I endeavored to find you in
+Montreal, but you were safely locked behind gray
+walls. That something was wrong I felt convinced,
+yet what it might be no one would tell me. I tried
+questioning the <i>p&egrave;re</i>, but he only shook his head, and
+left me unanswered. Tell me then, Mademoiselle, by
+what right does this Cassion hold you as a captive?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>My lips trembled, and my eyes fell, yet I must
+answer.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He is my husband, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I caught glimpse of his face, picturing surprise, incredulity.
+He drew a sharp breath, and I noted his
+hand close tightly on the hilt of his knife.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your husband! that cur! Surely you do not
+jest?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Would that I did,&rdquo; I exclaimed, losing all control
+in sudden wave of anger. &ldquo;No, Monsieur, it is true;
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144' name='page_144'></a>144</span>
+but listen. I supposed you knew; that you had been
+told. It is hard for me to explain, yet I must make it
+all plain for you to understand. I do not love the man,
+his very presence maddens me, nor has the creature
+dared as yet to lay hand on my person. See; I carry
+this,&rdquo; and I drew the pistol from my dress, and held it
+in my hand. &ldquo;Chevet loaned it me, and Cassion knows
+I would kill him if he ventured insult. Yet that serves
+me little, for my opposition only renders the man more
+determined. At Quebec I was but a plaything, but
+now he holds me worth the winning.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But why did you marry him, then?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am coming to that, Monsieur. You overheard
+what was said in La Barre&rsquo;s office about&ndash;&ndash;about my
+father&rsquo;s property?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! although it was not all clear to me. Captain
+la Chesnayne had lost his estates, confiscated by the
+Crown; yet before his death these had been restored
+to him by the King.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, but the report of the restoration had never
+been made to his rightful heirs. The papers had been
+held back and concealed, while those in authority
+planned how to retain possession. Cassion was chosen
+as an instrument, and sought my hand in marriage.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny smothered an oath, his eyes darkening
+with anger.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It was to further this scheme that he induced
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145' name='page_145'></a>145</span>
+Chevet to announce our engagement, and drive me to
+consent. Once my husband the fortune was securely
+in his hands&ndash;&ndash;indeed, I need never know its existence;
+nor would Chevet suspicion the trick. Yet, as I
+see it now, La Barre had no great faith in the man he
+had chosen, and thought best to test him first by this
+journey to St. Louis. If he proved himself, then on
+his return, he was to have the reward of official position
+and wealth. I was but a pawn in the game, a
+plaything for their pleasure.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>My voice broke, and I could scarcely see through
+the tears in my eyes, but I felt his strong hand close
+over mine, the warm pressure an unspoken pledge.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The dogs! and then what happened?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You know, already. I was discovered behind the
+curtain, when you escaped through the open window.
+They were not certain I was not alone there, as I
+claimed, but compelled me to confess what I had overheard.
+La Barre was quick to grasp the danger of
+discovery, and the only method by which my lips could
+be closed. By threat he compelled me to marry Francois
+Cassion, and accompany him on this journey into
+the wilderness.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The ceremony was performed by a priest?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By P&egrave;re le Guard, the Governor&rsquo;s chaplain.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And Hugo Chevet, your uncle? Did he remain
+silent? make no protest?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146' name='page_146'></a>146</span></div>
+<p>I gave a gesture of despair.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He! Never did he even conceive what occurred,
+until I told him later on the river. Even now I doubt
+if his sluggish brain has grasped the truth. To him
+the alliance was an honor, an opening to possible
+wealth in the fur trade through Cassion&rsquo;s influence
+with La Barre. He could perceive nothing else except
+his good luck in thus ridding himself of the care of a
+poor niece who had been a sorry burden.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But you explained to him?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I tried to, but only to regret the effort. Giant as
+he is physically, his intellect is that of a big boy. All
+he can conceive of is revenge&ndash;&ndash;a desire to crush with
+his hands. He hates Cassion, because the man has
+robbed him of the use of my father&rsquo;s money; but for
+my position he cares nothing. To his mind the wrong
+has all been done to him, and I fear he will brood over
+it until he seeks revenge. If he does he will ruin everything.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny stood silent, evidently in thought, endeavoring
+to grasp the threads of my tale.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How did you attain the summit of this bluff?&rdquo; he
+questioned at last.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yonder; there is a deer trail leading down.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you fear Cassion may follow?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He will likely become suspicious if I am long absent,
+and either seek me himself, or send one of his
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147' name='page_147'></a>147</span>
+men. This is the first moment of freedom I have experienced
+since we left Quebec. I hardly know how
+to behave myself.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And we must guard it from being the last,&rdquo; he
+exclaimed, a note of determination, and leadership in
+his voice. &ldquo;There are questions I must ask, so that
+we may work together in harmony, but Cassion can
+never be allowed to suspect that we have communication.
+Let us go forward to the end of the trail where
+you came up; from there we can keep watch below.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He still grasped my hand, and I had no thought of
+withdrawing it. To me he was a friend, loyal, trustworthy,
+the one alone to whom I could confide. Together
+we clambered over the rough rocks to where
+the narrow cleft led downward.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148' name='page_148'></a>148</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XII_ON_THE_SUMMIT_OF_THE_BLUFF' id='CHAPTER_XII_ON_THE_SUMMIT_OF_THE_BLUFF'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2>
+<h3>ON THE SUMMIT OF THE BLUFF</h3>
+</div>
+<p>Securely screened from observation by the low
+growing bushes clinging to the edge of the bluff,
+and yet with a clear view of the cleft in the rocks half
+way to the river, De Artigny found me a seat on a
+hummock of grass, but remained standing himself.
+The sun was sinking low, warning us that our time was
+short, for with the first coming of twilight I would
+certainly be sought, if I failed to return to the lower
+camp.</p>
+<p>For a moment he did not break the silence, and I
+glanced up, wondering why he should hesitate. His
+face was grave, no longer appearing, as was its wont,
+young and careless, but marked by thought and perplexity.
+Something strong and earnest in the character
+of the man, brought forth by this emergency, seemed
+to stamp itself on his features. If I had ever before
+imagined him to be a mere reckless youth, with that
+moment such conception vanished, and I knew I was
+to rely on the experience of a man&ndash;&ndash;a man trained in
+a rough wilderness school, yet with mind and heart
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149' name='page_149'></a>149</span>
+fitted to meet any emergency. The knowledge brought
+me boldness.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You would question me, Monsieur,&rdquo; I asked doubtfully.
+&ldquo;It was for that you led me here?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; instantly aroused by my voice, but with eyes
+still scanning the trail. &ldquo;And there is no time to
+waste, if I am to do my part intelligently. You must
+return below before the sun disappears, or Monsieur
+Cassion might suspect you had lost your way. You
+have sought me for assistance, counsel perhaps, but
+this state of affairs has so taken me by surprise that I
+do not think clearly. You have a plan?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Scarcely that, Monsieur. I would ascertain the
+truth, and my only means of doing so is through a confession
+by Francois Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And he is too cold-blooded a villain to ever
+acknowledge guilt. To my mind the methods of Chevet
+would be most likely to bring result.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But not to mine, Monsieur,&rdquo; I interrupted
+earnestly. &ldquo;The man is not so cold-blooded as you
+imagine. Arrogant he is, and conceited, deeming himself
+admired, and envied by all, especially my sex.
+He has even dared boast to me of his victims. But
+therein lies his very weakness; I would make him love
+me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He turned now, and looked searchingly into my
+face, no glimpse of a smile in the gray eyes.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150' name='page_150'></a>150</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Pardon; I do not understand,&rdquo; he said gravely.
+&ldquo;You seek his love?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I felt his manner a rebuke, a questioning of my honesty,
+and swift indignation brought the answering
+words to my lips.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And why not pray! Must I not defend myself&ndash;&ndash;and
+what other weapons are at hand? Do I owe him
+kindness; or tender consideration? The man married
+me as he would buy a slave.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You may be justified,&rdquo; he admitted regretfully.
+&ldquo;Yet how is this to be done?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I arose to my feet, and stood before him, my face
+uplifted, and, with one hand, thrust aside the shade of
+my hat.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, deem you that impossible?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>His lips parted in a quick smile, revealing the white
+teeth, and he bowed low, flinging his hat to the ground,
+and standing bareheaded.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! No! Monsieur Cassion is to be congratulated.
+Yet it was my thought you said yonder
+that you despised the man.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I do; what reason have I to feel otherwise? Yet
+there lies my strength in this battle. He laughs at
+women, plays with them, breaks their hearts. It is
+his pride and boast, and his success in the past has
+ministered to his self conceit. He thought me of the
+same kind, but has already had his lesson. Do you
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151' name='page_151'></a>151</span>
+not know what that means to a man like him? More
+than ever he will desire my favor. A week back, he
+cared nothing; I was but a plaything, awaiting his
+pleasure; his wife to be treated as he pleased. He
+knows better now, and already his eyes follow me as
+though he were my dog.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And that then is why you send for me&ndash;&ndash;that I
+may play my part in the game?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I shrugged my shoulders, yet there was doubt in my
+eyes as I faced him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Is there harm in such play, Monsieur,&rdquo; I asked
+innocently, &ldquo;with so important an end in view? &rsquo;Tis
+not that I seek amusement, but I must find out where
+this King&rsquo;s pardon is hidden, who concealed it, and
+obtain proof of the fraud which compelled my marriage.
+My only hope of release lies in compelling
+Francois Cassion to confess all he knows of this foul
+conspiracy. I must possess the facts before we return
+to Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But of what use?&rdquo; he insisted. &ldquo;You will still remain
+his wife, and your property will be in his control.
+The church will hold you to the marriage contract.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not if I can establish the truth that I was deceived,
+defrauded, and married by force. Once I have
+the proofs in my hands, I will appeal to Louis&ndash;&ndash;to the
+Pope for relief. These men thought me a helpless girl,
+friendless and alone, ignorant of law, a mere waif of
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152' name='page_152'></a>152</span>
+the frontier. Perhaps I was, but this experience has
+made of me a woman. In Montreal I talked with the
+Mother Superior, and she told me of a marriage in
+France where the <i>p&egrave;re</i> officiated under threat, and the
+Pope dissolved the ties. If it can be done for others,
+it shall be done for me. I will not remain the wife of
+Francois Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yet you would make him love you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In punishment for his sins; in payment for those
+he has ruined. Ay! &rsquo;tis a duty I shall not shrink from,
+Monsieur de Artigny, even although you may deem
+it unwomanly. I do not mean it so, nor hold myself
+immodest for the effort. Why should I? I but war
+against him with his own weapons, and my cause is
+just. And I shall win, whether or not you give me
+your aid. How can I fail, Monsieur? I am young,
+and not ill to look upon; this you have already confessed;
+here in this wilderness I am alone, the only
+woman. He holds me his wife by law, and yet knows
+he must still win me. There are months of loneliness
+before us, and he will not look upon the face of
+another white woman in all those leagues. Are there
+any French of my sex at Fort St. Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nor at St. Ignace, P&egrave;re Allouez assures me. I
+shall have no rival then in all this wilderness; you
+think me harmless, Monsieur? Look at me, and say!&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153' name='page_153'></a>153</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;I do not need to look; you will have your game,
+I have no doubt, although the final result may not
+prove what you desire.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You fear the end?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It may be so; you play with fire, and although I
+know little of women, yet I have felt the wild passions
+of men in lands where there is no restraint of law. The
+wilderness sees many tragedies&ndash;&ndash;fierce, bitter, revengeful
+deeds&ndash;&ndash;and &rsquo;tis best you use care. &rsquo;Tis my
+belief this Francois Cassion might prove a devil, once
+his heart was tricked. Have you thought of this?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I had thought of it, but with no mercy in my heart,
+yet as De Artigny spoke I felt the ugliness of my
+threat more acutely, and, for an instant, stood before
+him white-lipped, and ashamed. Then before me arose
+Cassion&rsquo;s face, sarcastic, supercilious, hateful, and I
+laughed in scorn of the warning.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Thought of it!&rdquo; I exclaimed, &ldquo;yes, but for that
+I care nothing. Why should I, Monsieur? Has the
+man shown mercy to me, that I should feel regret
+because he suffers? As to his revenge, death is not
+more to be dreaded than a lifetime passed in his presence.
+But why do you make plea on his behalf&ndash;&ndash;the
+man is surely no friend of yours?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I make no plea for him,&rdquo; he answered, strangely
+sober, &ldquo;and claim no friendship. Any enemy to La
+Salle is an enemy to Rene de Artigny; but I would
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154' name='page_154'></a>154</span>
+front him as a man should. It is not my nature to
+do a deed of treachery.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You hold this treachery?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What else? You propose luring him to love you,
+that you may gain confession from his lips. To attain
+this end you barter your honesty, your womanhood;
+you take advantage of your beauty to enslave him;
+you count as ally the loneliness of the wilderness; ay!
+and, if I understand aright, you hope through me to
+awaken the man&rsquo;s jealousy. Is this not true?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I drew a quick breath, my eyes staring into his face,
+and my limbs trembling. His words cut me like a
+knife, yet I would not yield, would not even acknowledge
+their truth.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are unjust, unfair,&rdquo; I burst forth impetuously.
+&ldquo;You will see but the one side&ndash;&ndash;that of the
+man. I cannot fight this battle with my hands, nor
+will I submit to such wrong without struggle. He has
+never thought to spare me, and there is no reason why
+I should show him mercy. I wish your good will,
+Monsieur, your respect, but I cannot hold this plan
+which I propose as evil. Do you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He hesitated, looking at me with such perplexity in
+his eyes as to prove his doubt.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I cannot judge you,&rdquo; he admitted at last, &ldquo;only
+that is not the way in which I have been trained.
+Neither will I stand between you and your revenge,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155' name='page_155'></a>155</span>
+nor have part in it. I am your friend&ndash;&ndash;now, always.
+In every honorable way I will serve you, and your
+cause. If Cassion dares violence, or insult he must
+reckon with me, though I faced his whole company.
+I pledge you this, but I will not play a part, or act a
+lie even at your request.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You mean you will not pretend to care for me?&rdquo;
+I asked, my heart leaden at his words.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There would be no pretense,&rdquo; he answered frankly.
+&ldquo;I do care for you, but I will not dishonor my thought
+of you by thus deliberately scheming to outwit your
+husband. I am a man of the woods, the wilderness;
+not since I was a boy have I dwelt in civilization, but
+in all that time I have been companion of men to whom
+honor was everything. I have been comrade with
+Sieur de la Salle, with Henri de Tonty, and cannot be
+guilty of an act of treachery even for your sake. Perchance
+my code is not the same as the perfumed gallants
+of Quebec&ndash;&ndash;yet it is mine, and learned in a
+hard school.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He went on quietly, &ldquo;there are two things I cannot
+ignore&ndash;&ndash;one is, that I am an employee of this Francois
+Cassion, pledged to his service by my own free
+will; the other is, that you are his wife, joined to him
+by Holy Church, and although you may have assumed
+those vows under coercion, your promise is binding. I
+can but choose my path of duty, and abide therein.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156' name='page_156'></a>156</span></div>
+<p>His words hurt, angered me; I lacked power of
+expression, ability to grasp his full meaning and purpose.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you desert me then? You&ndash;&ndash;you leave
+me to this fate?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I leave you to reconsider your choice of action,&rdquo;
+he returned gravely, his hat still in hand, his lips
+unsmiling. &ldquo;I do believe your womanhood will find
+a better way to achieve its liberty, but what that way
+is I must trust you to discover. I am your friend,
+Adele, always&ndash;&ndash;you will believe that?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I did not answer; I could not, because of the choking
+in my throat, yet I let him grasp my hand. Once
+I raised my eyes to his, but lowered them instantly in
+strange confusion. Here was a man I did not understand,
+whose real motives I could not fathom. His
+protest had not yet penetrated my soul, and I felt
+toward him, an odd mixture of respect and anger. He
+released my hand, and turned away, and I stood
+motionless as he crossed the open space between the
+trees. At the edge of the bluff he paused and glanced
+about, lifting his hat in gesture of farewell. I do not
+think I moved, or made response, and an instant later
+he was gone.</p>
+<p>I know not how long I stood there staring into
+vacancy, haunted by regret, tortured by fear and humiliation.
+Slowly all else crystallized into indignation,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157' name='page_157'></a>157</span>
+with a fierce resolve to fight on alone. The sun sank,
+and all about me clung the purple twilight, yet I did
+not move. He had been unjust, unfair; his simple
+code of the woods could not be made to apply to such
+a situation as this of mine.</p>
+<p>I had a right to use the weapons of womanhood in
+my own defense. Ay! and I would; and whether
+voluntary, or not this spotless knight of the wilderness
+should be my ally. Let him pretend to high virtue,
+yet surely under that outer armor of resolve there beat
+the heart of a man. He meant all he said; he was
+honest in it; not once did I doubt that, yet his apparent
+indifference, his seeming willingness to leave me to
+fate, and Cassion, was all assumed.</p>
+<p>That one glimpse I had into his eyes told me this
+in a sudden revelation stronger than any words. I
+smiled at the recollection, the sense of power reawakening
+in my heart. He did care&ndash;&ndash;no less than I cared,
+and this knowledge gave me the weapon I needed, and
+the courage to use it.</p>
+<p>I heard no sound of warning, yet as I turned to
+retrace my way to the camp below, I became suddenly
+aware of the presence of Cassion.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158' name='page_158'></a>158</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XIII_WE_REACH_THE_LAKE' id='CHAPTER_XIII_WE_REACH_THE_LAKE'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2>
+<h3>WE REACH THE LAKE</h3>
+</div>
+<p>He was between me and the deer trail, and enough
+of daylight yet remained to enable me to perceive
+the man clearly. How long he may have been
+there observing me I could not know, but when I first
+saw him he was bent forward, apparently deeply interested
+in some sudden discovery upon the ground at his
+feet.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You thought me long in returning, Monsieur?&rdquo;
+I asked carelessly, and taking a step toward him. &ldquo;It
+was cooler up here, and the view from the bluff yonder
+beautiful. You may gain some conception of it still,
+if you care.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He lifted his head with a jerk, and stared into my
+face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! no doubt,&rdquo; he said harshly, &ldquo;yet I hardly
+think it was the view which held you here so long.
+Whose boot print is this, Madame? not yours, surely.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I glanced where he pointed, my heart leaping, yet
+not altogether with regret. The young Sieur had left
+his trail behind, and it would serve me whether by his
+will or no.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159' name='page_159'></a>159</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Certainly not mine,&rdquo; and I laughed. &ldquo;I trust,
+Monsieur, your powers of observation are better than
+that&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis hardly a compliment.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nor is this time for any lightness of speech, my
+lady,&rdquo; he retorted, his anger fanned by my indifference.
+&ldquo;Whose is it then, I ask you? What man has been
+your companion here?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You jump at conclusions, Monsieur,&rdquo; I returned
+coldly. &ldquo;The stray imprint of a man&rsquo;s boot on the
+turf is scarcely evidence that I have had a companion.
+Kindly stand aside, and permit me to descend.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! I will not!&rdquo; and he blocked my
+passage. &ldquo;I have stood enough of your tantrums
+already in the boat. Now we are alone, and I will
+have my say. You shall remain here until I learn the
+truth.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>His rage rather amused me, and I felt not the
+slightest emotion of fear, although there was threat
+in his words, and in the gesture accompanying them.
+I do not think the smile even deserted my lips, as I
+sought a comfortable seat on a fallen tree trunk, fully
+conscious that nothing would so infuriate the man as
+studied indifference.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Very well, Monsieur, I await your investigation
+with pleasure,&rdquo; I said sweetly. &ldquo;No doubt it will prove
+interesting. You honor me with the suspicion that I
+had an appointment here with one of your men?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160' name='page_160'></a>160</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;No matter what I suspicion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Of course not; you treat me with marked consideration.
+Perchance others have camped here, and
+explored these bluffs.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The print is fresh, not ancient, and none of the
+men from my camp have come this way.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He strode forward, across the narrow open space,
+and disappeared into the fringe of trees bordering the
+edge of the bluff. It would have been easy for me to
+depart, to escape to the security of the tent below, but
+curiosity held me motionless. I knew what he would
+discover, and preferred to face the consequences where
+I was free to answer him face to face. I wished him
+to be suspicious, to feel that he had a rival; I would
+fan his jealousy to the very danger point. Nor had
+I long to wait. Forth from the shade of the trees he
+burst, and came toward me, his face white, his eyes
+blazing.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Tis the fellow I thought,&rdquo; he burst forth, &ldquo;and
+he went down the face of the bluff yonder. So you
+dared to have tryst with him?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;With whom, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;De Artigny, the young fool! Do you think me
+blind? Did I not know you were together in Quebec?
+What are you laughing at?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I was not laughing, Monsieur. Your ridiculous
+charge does not amuse me. I am a woman; you insult
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161' name='page_161'></a>161</span>
+me; I am your wife; you charge me with indiscretion.
+If you think to win me with such cowardly insinuations
+you know little of my nature. I will not talk
+with you, nor discuss the matter. I return to the
+camp.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>His hands clinched as though he had the throat of
+an enemy between them, but angry as he was, some
+vague doubt restrained him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! I&rsquo;ll fight the dog!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;De Artigny, you mean? Tis his trade, I hear,
+and he is good at it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bah! a bungler of the woods. I doubt if he ever
+crossed blades with a swordsman. But mark you this,
+Madame, the lad feels my steel if ever you so much as
+speak to him again.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>There was contempt in my eyes, nor did I strive to
+disguise it.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Am I your wife, Monsieur, or your slave?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;My wife, and I know how to hold you! <i>Mon
+Dieu</i>! but you shall learn that lesson. I was a fool to
+ever give the brat place in the boats. La Barre warned
+me that he would make trouble. Now I tell you what
+will occur if you play false with me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You may spare your threats&ndash;&ndash;they weigh nothing.
+The Sieur de Artigny is my friend, and I shall
+address him when it pleases me. With whatever quarrel
+may arise between you I have no interest. Let
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162' name='page_162'></a>162</span>
+that suffice, and now I bid you good night, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He made no effort to halt me, nor to follow, and I
+made my way down the darkening path, without so
+much as turning my head to observe his movements.
+It was almost like a play to me, and I was reckless of
+the consequences, intent only on my purpose.</p>
+<p>I was awake a long time, lying alone on my blankets
+within the silent tent, and staring out at the darkness.
+I saw Cassion descend the deer path, perhaps an hour
+after I left him, and go on to the main camp below.
+He made no pause as he passed, yet walked slowly as
+though in thought. Where he went I could not determine
+in the gloom, yet was convinced he had no purpose
+then of seeking De Artigny or of putting his
+threat into immediate action. In all probability he
+believed that his words would render me cautious, in
+spite of my defiant response, and that I would avoid
+creating trouble by keeping away from the younger
+man. He was no brawler, except as he felt safe, and
+this young frontiersman was hardly the antagonist he
+would choose. It would be more apt to be a blow in
+the dark, or an overturned canoe.</p>
+<p>I cannot recall now that I experienced any regret
+for what had occurred. Perhaps I might if I had
+known the end, yet I felt perfectly justified in all my
+actions. I had done no conscious wrong, and was only
+seeking that which was mine by every standard of
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163' name='page_163'></a>163</span>
+justice. I knew I despised Cassion, while my feeling&rsquo;s
+toward De Artigny were so confused, and indefinite
+as to be a continual puzzle. I knew nothing of what
+love was&ndash;&ndash;I was merely aware that the man interested
+me, and that I felt confidence in him. I recalled
+his words, the expression of his face, and felt the sharp
+sting of his rebuke, yet all was strangely softened by
+the message I had read in his eyes.</p>
+<p>He had not approved of my course, yet in his heart
+had not blamed; he would not lend himself to my
+purpose, yet remained no less loyal to me. I could
+ask no more. Indeed, I had no wish to precipitate an
+open quarrel between the two men. However it ended,
+such an occurrence would serve me ill, and all that my
+plan contemplated was that they should distrust each
+other, and thus permit me to play the one against the
+other, until I won my game. I felt no fear of the
+result, no doubt of my ability to manipulate the strings
+adroitly enough to achieve the end sought.</p>
+<p>The one point I ignored was the primitive passions
+of men. These were beyond my control; were already
+beyond, although I knew it not. Fires were smouldering
+in hearts which out yonder in the dark woods
+would burst into flame of destruction. Innocent as my
+purpose was, it had in it the germs of tragedy; but
+I was then too young, too inexperienced to know.</p>
+<p>Nor had I reason to anticipate the result of my simple
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164' name='page_164'></a>164</span>
+ruse, or occasion to note any serious change in my
+surroundings. The routine of our journey gave me no
+hint of the hidden passions seething below the outward
+appearance of things. In the early dawn we broke
+camp as usual, except that chosen boatmen guided the
+emptied canoes through the rapids, while the others
+of the party made portage along the rough shore. In
+the smooth water above we all embarked again, and
+won slow way against the current. The advance company
+had departed before our arrival, nor did I again
+obtain glimpse of De Artigny for many days.</p>
+<p>I would not say that Cassion purposely kept us
+apart, for the arrangement might have been the same
+had I not been of the party, yet the only communication
+between the two divisions occurred when some
+messenger brought back warning of dangerous water
+ahead. Usually this messenger was an Indian, but
+once De Artigny himself came, and guided our canoes
+through a torrent of white, raging water, amid a maze
+of murderous rocks.</p>
+<p>During these days and weeks Cassion treated me
+with consideration and outward respect. Not that he
+failed to talk freely, and to boast of his exploits and
+adventures, yet he refrained from laying hand on me,
+nor did he once refer to the incident of the bluff. I
+knew not what to make of the man in this new r&ocirc;le
+of gallant, yet suspicioned that he but bided his time,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165' name='page_165'></a>165</span>
+and a better opportunity for exhibiting his true purpose.</p>
+<p>There were times, when he thought I was not observing
+him, when the expression of his eyes brought me
+uneasiness, and I was soon aware that, in spite of his
+genial manner, and friendly expression, his surveillance
+was in no degree relaxed. Not for a moment
+was I alone. When he was not beside me in the canoe,
+P&egrave;re Allouez became my companion, and at night a
+guard kept vigilant eye upon my tent. Twice I ventured
+to test this fact, only to be halted, and turned
+back within three yards of the entrance. Very polite
+the soldier was, with explanation of danger from
+prowling beasts, and the strictness of his order. At
+first such restraint angered me, but on second thought
+I did not greatly care, humiliating though it was; yet
+the protection thus afforded was not altogether unwelcome,
+and was in itself evidence of Cassion&rsquo;s determination
+to conquer me.</p>
+<p>Nor was the journey lacking in interest or adventure.
+Never shall I forget the charm of those days
+and nights, amid which we made slow and toilsome
+passage through the desolate wilderness, ever gaining
+new leagues to the westward. Only twice in weeks
+did we encounter human beings&ndash;&ndash;once a camp of
+Indians on the shore of a lake, and once a Capuchin
+monk, alone but for a single <i>voyageur</i>, as companion,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166' name='page_166'></a>166</span>
+passed us upon the river. He would have paused to
+exchange words, but at sight of P&egrave;re Allouez&rsquo;s black
+robe, he gave swift command to his <i>engag&eacute;</i>, and the
+two disappeared as though fleeing from the devil.</p>
+<p>But what visions of beauty, and sublimity, were
+those that swept constantly past us as we thus advanced
+into the wild depths of the woods. No two views were
+ever alike, and every curve in the river bank brought
+a fresh vista. I never tired of the vast, silent forests
+that seemed to shut us in, nor of the dancing silver of
+the swift water under our keel, nor of the great rocky
+bluffs under whose grim shadows we found passage.
+To me the hardships even were enjoyable: the clambering
+over rough portages, the occasional mishap, the
+coarse fare, the nights I was compelled to pass in the
+canoe, these only served to give added zest to the great
+adventure, to make real the unusual experiences I was
+passing through.</p>
+<p>I was scarce more than a girl, young, strong, little
+accustomed to luxury, and my heart responded to the
+exhilaration of constant change, and the thrill of peril.
+And when, at last, we made the long portage, tramping
+through the dark forest aisles, bearing on our
+shoulders heavy loads, scarcely able to see the sun
+even at midday through the leafy screen of leaves, and
+came forth at twilight on the shores of the mighty
+lake, no words can express the raptures with which
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167' name='page_167'></a>167</span>
+I stood and gazed across that expanse of heaving, restless
+water. The men launched their canoes upon the
+surface, and made camp in the edge of the forest, but
+I could not move, could not restrain my eyes, until
+darkness descended and left all before me a void.</p>
+<p>Never had I gazed upon so vast a spectacle, so somber
+in the dull gray light, stretching afar to the horizon,
+its wild, desolate silence adding to its awful
+majesty. Even when darkness enshrouded it all, the
+memory haunted me, and I could but think and dream,
+frightened and awed in presence of that stupendous
+waste of waters. The soldiers sang about their fires,
+and Cassion sought me with what he meant to be
+courteous words, but I was in no spirit to be amused.
+For hours I lay alone, listening to the dull roar of
+waves along the shore, and the wind in the trees.
+De Artigny, and his party, camped just beyond us,
+across the mouth of a narrow stream, but I saw nothing
+of him, nor do I believe I gave his presence a
+thought.</p>
+<p>It was scarcely more than daybreak when we broke
+camp, and headed our canoes out into the lake. With
+the dawn, and the glint of sunlight over the waters,
+much of my dread departed, and I could appreciate
+the wild song of delight with which our Indian paddlers
+bent to their work. The sharp-prowed canoes
+swept through the waters swiftly, no longer battling
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168' name='page_168'></a>168</span>
+against a current, and the shore line ever in view was
+fascinating in its green foliage. We kept close to the
+northern shore, and soon found passage amid numerous
+islands, forest covered, but with high, rocky outlines.</p>
+<p>Of life there was no sign, and the silence of the vast
+primeval wilderness surrounding us rested heavily
+upon me. Whether this same sense of loneliness and
+awe affected the others I cannot say&ndash;&ndash;yet the savage
+song died away, and the soldiers sat motionless, while
+the Indians plied their paddles noiselessly. Cassion
+even restrained his garrulous tongue, and when I
+glanced at him in some surprise, he was intent on
+the shores of a passing island, forgetful of my presence.</p>
+<p>For four days we coasted thus, never out of sight
+of shore, and usually with islands between us and the
+main body of water. In all that time we had no sign
+of man&ndash;&ndash;not even a wisp of smoke, nor heard the
+crack of distant rifle. About us extended loneliness
+and desolation, great waters never still, vast forests
+grim and somber, tall, menacing rocks, bright-colored
+in the sun.</p>
+<p>Once it rained, drenching us to the skin, and driving
+us to shelter in an island cove. Once a sudden
+storm swept the lake, and we barely made land in
+time to save us from wreck, Chevet&rsquo;s canoe smashing
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169' name='page_169'></a>169</span>
+an ugly hole in its bow, and a soldier dislocating his
+shoulder in the struggle. The accident held us for
+some hours, and later, when once more afloat, retarded
+progress.</p>
+<p>This misfortune served also to restore Monsieur
+Cassion to his natural ill temper, and led to a quarrel
+between himself and Chevet which might have ended
+seriously had I not intervened. The incident, however,
+left the Commissaire in ugly mood, and caused
+him to play the bully over his men. To me he was
+sullen, after an attempt at insolence, and sat glowering
+across the water, meditating revenge.</p>
+<p>At last we left the chain of islands behind, and one
+morning struck out from the shore into the waste of
+waters, the prows of the canoes turned westward, the
+steersman guiding our course by the sun. For several
+hours we were beyond view of land, with naught to
+rest the eye upon save the gray sea, and then, when it
+was nearly night, we reached the shore, and beached
+our canoes at St. Ignace.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170' name='page_170'></a>170</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XIV_AT_ST_IGNACE' id='CHAPTER_XIV_AT_ST_IGNACE'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2>
+<h3>AT ST. IGNACE</h3>
+</div>
+<p>So much had been said of St. Ignace, and so long
+had the name been familiar throughout New
+France, that my first view of the place brought me
+bitter disappointment. The faces of the others in
+our party pictured the same disillusion.</p>
+<p>Hugo Chevet had been in these parts before on fur-trading
+expeditions, and &rsquo;twas probable that De
+Artigny had stopped there on one of his voyages with
+La Salle. But to all the others the place had been
+merely a name, and our imagination had invested it
+with an importance scarcely justified by what we saw
+as our canoes drew in toward the beach.</p>
+<p>The miserable little village was upon a point of land,
+originally covered with heavy growth of forest. A
+bit of this had been rudely cut, the rotting stumps still
+standing, and from the timber a dozen rough log
+houses had been constructed facing the lake. A few
+rods back, on slightly higher land, was a log chapel,
+and a house, somewhat more pretentious than the
+others, in which the priests lodged. The whole aspect
+of the place was peculiarly desolate and depressing,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171' name='page_171'></a>171</span>
+facing that vast waste of water, the black forest
+shadows behind, and those rotting stumps in the foreground.</p>
+<p>Nor was our welcome one to make the heart rejoice.
+Scarce a dozen persons gathered at the beach to aid us
+in making landing, rough <i>engag&eacute;s</i> mostly, and not
+among them all a face familiar. It was only later,
+when two priests from the mission came hurrying forward,
+that we were greeted by cordial speech. These
+invited a few of us to become guests at the mission
+house, and assigned the remainder of our party to
+vacant huts.</p>
+<p>Cassion, Chevet, and P&egrave;re Allouez accompanied me
+as I walked beside a young priest up the beaten path,
+but De Artigny was left behind with the men. I overheard
+Cassion order him to remain, but he added some
+word in lower voice, which brought a flush of anger
+into the younger man&rsquo;s face, although he merely turned
+on his heel without reply.</p>
+<p>The young Jesuit beside me&ndash;&ndash;a pale-faced, delicate
+appearing man, almost emaciated in his long black
+robe&ndash;&ndash;scarcely breathed a word as we climbed the
+rather steep ascent, but at the door of the mission
+house paused gravely, and directed our attention to
+the scene unrolled behind. It was indeed a vista of
+surpassing beauty, for from this point we could perceive
+the distant curve of the shore, shadowed by dark
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172' name='page_172'></a>172</span>
+forests, while the lake itself, silvered by the setting
+sun stretched afar to the horizon, unbroken in its
+immensity except for an island lifting its rock front
+leagues away.</p>
+<p>So greatly was I impressed with the view, that after
+we had been shown into the bare room of the mission,
+where scarcely a comfort was to be seen, I crossed to
+the one window, and stood there staring out, watching
+the light fade across those leagues of water, until the
+purple twilight descended like a veil of mist. Yet I
+heard the questions and answers, and learned that
+nearly all the inhabitants were away on various expeditions
+into the wilderness, none remaining except the
+two priests in charge of the mission, and the few
+<i>engag&eacute;s</i> necessary for their work. Only a few days
+before five priests had departed to establish a mission
+at Green Bay, and visit the Indian villages beyond.</p>
+<p>The young Jesuit spoke freely when once convinced
+that our party journeyed to the Illinois country, and
+was antagonistic to La Salle, who had shown small
+liking for his Order. The presence of P&egrave;re Allouez
+overcame his first suspicion at recognition of De
+Artigny, and he gave free vent to his dislike of the
+Recollets, and the policy of those adventurous Frenchmen
+who had dared oppose the Jesuits.</p>
+<p>He produced a newly drawn map of the great lake
+we were to traverse, and the men studied it anxiously
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173' name='page_173'></a>173</span>
+while the two priests and the <i>engag&eacute;</i> prepared a simple
+meal. For the moment I was forgotten, and left
+alone on a rude bench beside the great fireplace, to listen
+to their discussion, and think my own thoughts.</p>
+<p>We remained at St. Ignace three days, busily
+engaged in repairing our canoes, and rendering them
+fit for the long voyage yet before us. From this point
+we were to venture on treacherous waters, as yet
+scarcely explored, the shores inhabited by savage,
+unknown tribes, with not a white man in all the long
+distance from Green Bay to the Chicago portage.
+Once I got out the map, and traced the distance, feeling
+sick at heart as I thus realized more clearly the
+weary journey.</p>
+<p>Those were dull, lonely days I passed in the desolate
+mission house, while the others were busy at their
+various tasks. Only at night time, or as they straggled
+in, to their meals, did I see anyone but P&egrave;re Allouez,
+who was always close at hand, a silent shadow from
+whose presence I could not escape. I visited the
+priest&rsquo;s garden, climbed the rocks overlooking the
+water, and even ventured into the dark forest, but he
+was ever beside me, suave but insistent on doing his
+master&rsquo;s will. The only glimpse I had of De Artigny
+was at a distance, for not once did he approach the
+mission house. So I was glad enough when the canoes
+were ready, and all preparations made for departure.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174' name='page_174'></a>174</span></div>
+<p>Yet we were not destined to escape thus easily from
+St. Ignace. Of what occurred I must write as it happened
+to me then, and not as its full significance became
+later clear to my understanding. It was after nightfall
+when Cassion returned to the mission house. The
+lights were burning on the table, and the three priests
+were rather impatiently waiting their evening meal,
+occasionally exchanging brief sentences, or peering out
+through the open window toward the dark water.</p>
+<p>As long as daylight lasted this had been my post of
+observation, while watching the distant figures busily
+engaged in reloading the canoes for the morrow&rsquo;s
+journey. They were like so many ants, running across
+the brown sands, both soldiers and Indians stripped to
+the waist, apparently eager enough to complete their
+task. Occasionally the echo of a song reached my
+ears, and the distance was not so great but that I could
+distinguish individuals. Cassion sat upon a log directing
+operations, not even rising to lend a hand, but
+Chevet gave his great strength freely.</p>
+<p>De Artigny was back among the huts, in charge of
+that end of the line, no doubt, and it was only occasionally
+I gained glimpse of his presence. An Indian
+canoe came ashore just before sundown, and our men
+knocked off work to cluster about and examine its
+cargo of furs. Angered by the delay Cassion strode
+in among them, and, with bitter words and a blow or
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175' name='page_175'></a>175</span>
+two, drove them back to their task. The loss of time
+was not great, yet they were still busily engaged when
+darkness shut out the scene.</p>
+<p>Cassion came in alone, yet I observed nothing
+strange about his appearance, except that he failed to
+greet me with the usual attempt at gallantry, although
+his sharp eyes swept our faces, as he closed the door,
+and stared about the room.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What! not eaten yet?&rdquo; he exclaimed. &ldquo;I anticipated
+my fate to be a lonely meal, for the rascals
+worked like snails, and I would not leave them rest
+until all was finished. Faith, the odor is appetizing,
+and I am hungry as a bear.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The younger priest waved his hand to the <i>engag&eacute;</i>,
+yet asked softly:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur Chevet&ndash;&ndash;he is delayed also?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He will sup with his men tonight,&rdquo; returned Cassion
+shortly, seating himself on the bench. &ldquo;The
+sergeant keeps guard of the canoes, and Chevet will be
+useful with those off duty.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The man ate as though nearly famished, his ready
+tongue unusually silent, and at the conclusion of the
+meal, appeared so fatigued, that I made early excuse
+to withdraw so he might rest in comfort, climbing the
+ladder in one corner to my own bed beneath the eaves.
+This apartment, whose only advantage was privacy,
+was no more than a narrow space between the sloping
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176' name='page_176'></a>176</span>
+rafters of the roof, unfurnished, but with a small window
+in the end, closed by a wooden shutter. A partition
+of axe-hewn planks divided this attic into two
+compartments, thus composing the priests&rsquo; sleeping
+chambers. While I was there they both occupied the
+one to the south, Cassion, Chevet, and P&egrave;re Allouez
+resting in the main room below.</p>
+<p>As I lowered the trap in the floor, shutting out the
+murmur of voices, I was conscious of no desire to
+sleep, my mind busily occupied with possibilities of
+the morrow. I opened the window, and seated myself
+on the floor, gazing out at the night. Below extended
+the priests&rsquo; garden, and beyond the dark gloom of forest
+depths. A quarter moon peeped through cloud
+rifts, and revealed in spectral light the familiar objects.
+It was a calm, peaceful scene, yet ghostly in the silvery
+gleam and silence&ndash;&ndash;the stumps of half-burned trees
+assuming grotesque forms, and the wind tossing
+branches as though by some demon hand. Yet in my
+restless mood that outside world called me and I leaned
+forth to see if it was possible to descend.</p>
+<p>The way of egress was easy&ndash;&ndash;a mere step to the
+flat roof of the kitchen, the dovetailed logs of which
+afforded a ladder to the ground. I had no object in
+such adventure, but a restless impulse urged me, and,
+almost before I realized my action, I was upon the
+ground. Avoiding the gleam of light which streamed
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177' name='page_177'></a>177</span>
+from the open window of the room below, I crossed
+the garden, and reached the path leading downward to
+the shore. From this point I could perceive the wide
+sweep of water, showing silvery in the dim moonlight,
+and detect the darker rim of the land. There was fire
+on the point below the huts, and its red glare afforded
+glimpses of the canoes&ndash;&ndash;mere blurred outlines&ndash;&ndash;and
+occasionally the figure of a man, only recognizable as
+he moved.</p>
+<p>I was still staring at this dim picture when some
+noise, other than the wind, startled me, and I drew
+silently back behind a great stump to avoid discovery.
+My thought was that someone had left the mission
+house&ndash;&ndash;Cassion perhaps with final orders to those
+on the beach&ndash;&ndash;but a moment later I realized my mistake,
+yet only crouched lower in the shadow&ndash;&ndash;a man
+was advancing from the black concealment of the
+woods, and crossing the open space.</p>
+<p>He moved cautiously, yet boldly enough, and his
+movements were not those of an Indian, although the
+low bushes between us and the house shadow, prevented
+my distinguishing more than his mere outline.
+It was only when he lifted his head into the gleam of
+light, and took hasty survey through the window of
+the scene within, that I recognized the face of De
+Artigny. He lingered scarcely a moment, evidently
+satisfied with what he saw, and then drew silently back,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178' name='page_178'></a>178</span>
+hesitating a brief space, as though debating his next
+movement.</p>
+<p>I waited breathless, wondering what his purpose
+could be, half inclined to intercept and question him.
+Was he seeking to serve my cause? to learn the truth
+of my relationship with Cassion? or did he have some
+other object, some personal feud in which he sought
+revenge? The first thought sent the warm blood leaping
+through my veins; the second left me shivering as
+if with sudden chill.</p>
+<p>Even as I stood, hesitating, uncertain, he turned,
+and retraced his steps along the same path of his
+approach, passing me not ten steps away, and vanishing
+into the wood. I thought he paused at the edge,
+and bent down, yet before I found voice, or determination
+to stop him, he had disappeared. My courage
+returned, spurred by curiosity. Why should he take
+so roundabout a way to reach the shore? What was
+that black, shapeless thing he had paused to examine?
+I could see something there, dark and motionless,
+though to my eyes no more than a shadow.</p>
+<p>I ventured toward it, creeping behind the bushes
+bordering the path, conscious of an odd fear as I drew
+closer. Yet it was not until I emerged from the fringe
+of shrubbery that even the faintest conception of what
+the object I saw was occurred to me. Then I stopped,
+frozen by horror, for I confronted a dead body.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179' name='page_179'></a>179</span></div>
+<p>For an instant I could not utter a sound, or move a
+muscle of my body. My hands clung convulsively to
+a nearby branch, thus supporting me erect in spite of
+trembling limbs, and I stared at the grewsome object,
+black and almost shapeless in the moonlight. Only
+part of the trunk was revealed, the lower portion concealed
+by bushes, yet I could no longer doubt it was
+a man&rsquo;s body&ndash;&ndash;a large, heavily built man, his hat
+still crushed on his head, but with face turned away.</p>
+<p>What courage overcame my horror, and urged me
+forward I cannot tell; I seemed impelled by some
+power not my own, a vague fear of recognition tugging
+at my heart. I crept nearer, almost inch by inch,
+trembling at every noise, dreading to discover the
+truth. At last I could perceive the ghastly features&ndash;&ndash;the
+dead man was Hugo Chevet.</p>
+<p>I scarcely know why this discovery of his identity
+brought back so suddenly my strength, and courage.
+But it did; I was no longer afraid, no longer shrank
+from contact with the corpse. I confess I felt no
+special sorrow, no deep regret at the fate which had
+overtaken him. Although he was my mother&rsquo;s
+brother, yet his treatment of me had never been kind,
+and there remained no memories to touch my heart.
+Still his death was from treachery, murder, and every
+instinct urged me to learn its cause, and who had been
+guilty of the crime.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180' name='page_180'></a>180</span></div>
+<p>I nerved myself to the effort, and turned the body
+sufficiently to enable me to discover the wound&ndash;&ndash;he
+had been pierced by a knife from behind; had fallen,
+no doubt, without uttering a cry, dead ere he struck the
+ground. Then it was murder, foul murder, a blow
+in the back. Why had the deed been done? What
+spirit of revenge, of hatred, of fear, could have led to
+such an act? I got again to my feet, staring about
+through the weird moonlight, every nerve throbbing,
+as I thought to grip the fact, and find its cause. Slowly
+I drew back, shrinking in growing terror from the
+corpse, until I was safely in the priest&rsquo;s garden. There
+I paused irresolute, my dazed, benumbed brain beginning
+to grasp the situation, and assert itself.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181' name='page_181'></a>181</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XV_THE_MURDER_OF_CHEVET' id='CHAPTER_XV_THE_MURDER_OF_CHEVET'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2>
+<h3>THE MURDER OF CHEVET</h3>
+</div>
+<p>Who had killed him? What should I do? These
+were the two questions haunting my mind, and
+becoming more and more insistent. The light still
+burned in the mission house, and I could picture the
+scene within&ndash;&ndash;the three priests reading, or talking
+softly to each other, and Cassion asleep on his bench
+in the corner, wearied with the day.</p>
+<p>I could not understand, could not imagine a cause,
+and yet the assassin must have been De Artigny. How
+else could I account for his presence there in the night,
+his efforts at concealment, his bending over the dead
+body, and then hurrying away without sounding an
+alarm. The evidence against the man seemed conclusive,
+and yet I would not condemn. There might
+be other reasons for his silence, for his secret presence,
+and if I rushed into the house, proclaiming my discovery,
+and confessing what I had seen, he would be
+left without defense.</p>
+<p>Perhaps it might be the very purpose of the real
+murderer to thus cast suspicion on an innocent man,
+and I would be the instrument. But who else could
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182' name='page_182'></a>182</span>
+be the murderer? That it could have been Cassion
+never seriously occurred to me, but I ran over in my
+mind the rough men of our party&ndash;&ndash;the soldiers, some
+of them quarrelsome enough, and the Indians to whom
+a treacherous blow was never unnatural. This must
+have been the way it happened&ndash;&ndash;Chevet had made
+some bitter enemy, for he was ever prodigal of angry
+word and blow, and the fellow had followed him
+through the night to strike him down from behind.
+But why did De Artigny fail to sound an alarm when
+he found the body? Why was he hiding about the
+mission house, and peering in through the window?</p>
+<p>I sank my face in my hands, so dazed and bewildered
+as to be incapable of thought&ndash;&ndash;yet I could not,
+I would not believe him guilty of so foul a crime. It
+was not possible, nor should he be accused through
+any testimony from my lips. He could explain, he
+must explain to me his part in this dreadful affair, but,
+unless he confessed himself, I would never believe him
+guilty. There was but one thing for me to do&ndash;&ndash;return
+silently to my room, and wait. Perhaps he had already
+descended to camp to alarm the men; if not the body
+would be early discovered in the morning, and a few
+hours delay could make no difference to Hugo Chevet.</p>
+<p>The very decision was a relief, and yet it frightened
+me. I felt almost like an accomplice, as though I also
+was guilty of a crime by thus concealing my knowledge,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183' name='page_183'></a>183</span>
+and leaving that body to remain alone there in
+the dark. Yet there was nothing else to do. Shrinking,
+shuddering at every shadow, at every sound, my
+nerves throbbing with agony, I managed to drag my
+body up the logs, and in through the window. I was
+safe there, but there was no banishing from memory
+what I had seen&ndash;&ndash;what I knew lay yonder in the
+wood shadow. I sank to the floor, clutching the sill,
+my eyes staring through the moonlight. Once I
+thought I saw a man&rsquo;s indistinct figure move across
+an open space, and once I heard voices far away.</p>
+<p>The priests entered the room opposite mine, and I
+could distinguish the murmur of their voices through
+the thin partition. These became silent, and I prayed,
+with head bowed on the window sill. I could not
+leave that position, could not withdraw my eyes from
+the scene without. The moon disappeared, the night
+darkening; I could no longer perceive the line of forest
+trees, and sitting thus I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.</p>
+<p>I do not know that I was called, yet when I awoke
+a faint light proclaiming the dawn was in the sky, and
+sounds of activity reached my ears from the room
+below. I felt tired and cramped from my unnatural
+position, but hastened to join the others. The morning
+meal was already on the table, and we ate as usual,
+no one mentioning Chevet, thus proving the body had
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184' name='page_184'></a>184</span>
+not been discovered. I could scarcely choke the food
+down, anticipating every instant the sounding of an
+alarm. Cassion hurried, excited, no doubt, by the
+prospect of getting away on our journey, but seemed
+in excellent humor. Pushing back the box on which
+he sat, he buckled his pistol belt, seized his hat, and
+strode to the door.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We depart at once,&rdquo; he proclaimed briefly. &ldquo;So
+I will leave you, here, to bring the lady.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>P&egrave;re Allouez, still busily engaged, murmured some
+indistinct reply, and Cassion&rsquo;s eyes met mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You look pale, and weary this morning,&rdquo; he said.
+&ldquo;Not fear of the voyage, I hope?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur,&rdquo; I managed to answer quietly. &ldquo;I
+slept ill, but shall be better presently&ndash;&ndash;shall I bear
+my blankets to the boats?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The <i>engag&eacute;</i> will see to that, only let there be as
+little delay as possible. Ah! here comes a messenger
+from below&ndash;&ndash;what is it, my man?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The fellow, one of the soldiers whose face I did not
+recall, halted in the open door, gasping for breath, his
+eyes roving about the room.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He is dead&ndash;&ndash;the big man,&rdquo; he stammered. &ldquo;He
+is there by the woods.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The big man&ndash;&ndash;dead!&rdquo; Cassion drew back, as
+though struck a blow. &ldquo;What big man? Who do
+you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185' name='page_185'></a>185</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;The one in the second canoe, Monsieur; the one
+who roared.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Chevet? Hugo Chevet? What has happened to
+him? Come, speak up, or I&rsquo;ll slit your tongue!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The man gulped, gripping the door with one hand,
+the other pointing outward.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He is there, Monsieur, beyond the trail, at the
+edge of the wood. I saw him with his face turned
+up&ndash;&ndash;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! so white; I dare not touch him, but
+there was blood, where a knife had entered his back.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>All were on their feet, their faces picturing the sudden
+horror, yet Cassion was first to recover his wits,
+and lead the way without. Grasping the soldier&rsquo;s arm,
+and bidding him show where the body lay, he thrust
+him through the door. I lingered behind shrinking
+from being again compelled to view the sight of the
+dead man, yet unable to keep entirely away. Cassion
+stopped, looking down at the object on the grass, but
+made no effort to touch it with his hands. The soldier
+bent, and rolled the body over, and one of the priests
+felt in the pockets of the jacket, bringing forth a paper
+or two. Cassion took these, gripping them in his fingers,
+his face appearing gray in the early light.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! the man has been murdered,&rdquo; he
+exclaimed, &ldquo;a dastard blow in the back. Look about,
+and see if you find a knife. Had he quarrel with anyone,
+Moulin?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186' name='page_186'></a>186</span></div>
+<p>The soldier straightened up.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; I heard of none, though he was
+often rough and harsh of tongue to the men. Ah! now
+I recall, he had words with Sieur de Artigny on the
+beach at dusk. I know not the cause, yet the younger
+man left him angrily, and passed by where I stood,
+with his hands clinched.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;De Artigny, hey!&rdquo; Cassion&rsquo;s voice had a ring of
+pleasure in it. &ldquo;Ay! he is a hothead. Know you
+where the young cock is now?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He, with the Chief, left an hour ago. Was it not
+your order, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion made a swift gesture, but what it might
+signify I could not determine, as his face was turned
+away. A moment there was silence, as he shaded his
+eyes, and peered out across the water.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;True, so I did,&rdquo; he said at last. &ldquo;They were to
+depart before dawn. The villain is yonder&ndash;&ndash;see; well
+off that farthest point, and &rsquo;tis too late to overtake him
+now. <i>Sacre</i>! there is naught for us to do, that I see,
+but to bury Hugo Chevet, and go our way&ndash;&ndash;the
+King&rsquo;s business cannot wait.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>They brought the body into the mission house, and
+laid it upon the bench. I did not look upon the ghastly
+face, which the young priest had covered, but I sank
+to my knees and prayed earnestly for the repose of his
+soul. For a moment I felt in my heart a tenderness
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187' name='page_187'></a>187</span>
+for this rough, hard man who in the past had caused
+me such suffering.</p>
+<p>Perchance he was not altogether to blame; his had
+been a rough, hard life, and I had only brought him
+care and trouble. So there were tears in my eyes as
+I knelt beside him, although in secret my heart rejoiced
+that De Artigny had gone, and would not be confronted
+with his victim; for there was no longer
+doubt in my mind of his guilt, for surely, had the man
+been innocent, he would have sounded an alarm. It
+was Cassion&rsquo;s hand which aroused me, and I glanced
+up at his face through the tears clinging to my lashes.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What, crying!&rdquo; he exclaimed, in apparent surprise.
+&ldquo;I never thought the man of such value to you
+as to cause tears at his death.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He was of my blood,&rdquo; I answered soberly, rising
+to my feet, &ldquo;and his murder most foul.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay! true enough, girl, and we will bring to book
+the villain who did the deed. Yet we cannot remain
+here to mourn, for I am on the King&rsquo;s service. Come,
+we have lost time already, and the canoes wait.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You would go at once?&rdquo; I asked, startled at his
+haste, &ldquo;without even waiting until he is buried?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And why not? To wait will cost us a day; nor,
+so far as I can see, would it be of the slightest value to
+Hugo Chevet. The priests here will attend to the ceremony,
+and this handful of silver will buy him prayers.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188' name='page_188'></a>188</span>
+<i>Pouf</i>! he is dead, and that is all there is to it; so come
+along, for I will wait here no longer.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The man&rsquo;s actions, his manner, and words were
+heartless. For an instant I stood in revolt, ready to
+defy openly, an angry retort on my lips; yet before I
+found speech, P&egrave;re Allouez rested his hand on my
+shoulder.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis best, my child,&rdquo; he said softly. &ldquo;We can
+no longer serve the dead by remaining here, and there
+are long leagues before us. In the boat your prayers
+will reach the good God just as surely as though you
+knelt here beside this poor body. &rsquo;Tis best we go.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I permitted him to lead me out through the door,
+and we followed Cassion down the steep path to the
+shore. The latter seemed to have forgotten all else
+save our embarkation, and hurried the soldier off on
+a run to get the boats in the water. The <i>p&egrave;re</i> held to
+my arm, and I was conscious of his voice continually
+speaking, although I knew nothing of what he said.
+I was incapable of thinking, two visions haunting me&ndash;&ndash;the
+body of Hugo Chevet outstretched on the bench
+in the mission house, and Rene de Artigny far away
+yonder on the water. Why had it happened? What
+could ever excuse a crime like this?</p>
+<p>On the beach all was in readiness for departure, and
+it was evident enough that Moulin had already spread
+the news of Chevet&rsquo;s murder among his comrades.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189' name='page_189'></a>189</span>
+Cassion, however, permitted the fellows little time for
+discussion, for at his sharp orders they took their
+places in the canoes, and pushed off. The priest was
+obliged to assume Chevet&rsquo;s former position, and I
+would gladly have accompanied him, but Cassion suddenly
+gripped me in his arms, and without so much as
+a word, waded out through the surf, and put me down
+in his boat, clambering in himself, and shouting his
+orders to the paddlers.</p>
+<p>I think we were all of us glad enough to get away.
+I know I sat silent, and motionless, just where he
+placed me, and stared back across the widening water
+at the desolate, dismal scene. How lonely, and heart-sickening
+it was, those few log houses against the hill,
+the blackened stumps littering the hillside, and the
+gloomy forest beyond. The figures of a few men were
+visible along the beach, and once I saw a black-robed
+priest emerge from the door of the mission house, and
+start down the steep path.</p>
+<p>The picture slowly faded as we advanced, until
+finally the last glimpse of the log chapel disappeared in
+the haze, and we were alone on the mystery of the
+great lake, gliding along a bare, uninhabited shore. I
+was aroused by the touch of Cassion&rsquo;s hand on my
+own as it grasped the side of the canoe.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Adele,&rdquo; he said, almost tenderly. &ldquo;Why should
+you be so serious? Cannot we be friends?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190' name='page_190'></a>190</span></div>
+<p>My eyes met his in surprise.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Friends, Monsieur! Are we not? Why do you
+address me like that?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Because you treat me as though I were a criminal,&rdquo;
+he said earnestly. &ldquo;As if I had done you an evil in
+making you my wife. &rsquo;Twas not I who hastened the
+matter, but La Barre. &rsquo;Tis not just to condemn me
+unheard, yet I have been patient and kind. I thought
+it might be that you loved another&ndash;&ndash;in truth I
+imagined that De Artigny had cast his spell upon you;
+yet you surely cannot continue to trust that villain&ndash;&ndash;the
+murderer of your uncle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How know you that to be true?&rdquo; I asked.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Because there is no other accounting for it,&rdquo; he
+explained sternly. &ldquo;The quarrel last evening, the
+early departure before dawn&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;At your orders, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, but the sergeant tells me the fellow was
+absent from the camp for two hours during the night;
+that in the moonlight he saw him come down the hill.
+Even if he did not do the deed himself, he must have
+discovered the body&ndash;&ndash;yet he voiced no alarm.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I was silent, and my eyes fell from his face to the
+green water.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be hard to explain,&rdquo; he went on. &ldquo;But he
+shall have a chance.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A chance! You will question him; and then&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191' name='page_191'></a>191</span></div>
+<p>He hesitated whether to answer me, but there was
+a cruel smile on his thin lips.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Faith, I do not know. &rsquo;Tis like to be a court-martial
+at the Rock, if ever we get him there; though
+the chances are the fellow will take to the woods when
+he finds himself suspected. No doubt the best thing
+I can do will be to say nothing until we hold him safe,
+though &rsquo;tis hard to pretend with such a villain.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He paused, as if hoping I might speak, and my
+silence angered him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bah, if I had my way the young cockerel would
+face a file at our first camp. Ay! and it will be for
+you to decide if he does not.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is your meaning, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That I am tired of your play-acting; of your making
+eyes at this forest dandy behind my back. <i>Sang
+Dieu</i>! I am done with all this&ndash;&ndash;do you hear?&ndash;&ndash;and
+I have a grip now which will make you think twice,
+my dear, before you work any more sly tricks on me.
+<i>Sacre</i>, you think me easy, hey? I have in my hand
+so,&rdquo; and he opened and closed his fingers suggestively,
+&ldquo;the life of the lad.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192' name='page_192'></a>192</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XVI_MY_PLEDGE_SAVES_DE_ARTIGNY' id='CHAPTER_XVI_MY_PLEDGE_SAVES_DE_ARTIGNY'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2>
+<h3>MY PLEDGE SAVES DE ARTIGNY</h3>
+</div>
+<p>I had one glimpse of his face as he leaned forward,
+and there was a look in it which made me
+shudder, and turn away. His was no idle threat, and
+whether the man truly loved me or not, his hatred of
+De Artigny was sufficient for any cruelty.</p>
+<p>I realized the danger, the necessity for compromise,
+and yet for the moment I lacked power to speak, to
+question, fearful lest his demands would be greater
+than I could grant. I had no thought of what I saw,
+and still that which my eyes rested upon remains pictured
+on my brain, the sparkle of sun on the water, the
+distant green of the shore, the soldiers huddled in the
+canoe, the dark shining bodies of the Indians ceaselessly
+plying the paddles, and beyond us, to the left,
+another canoe, cleaving the water swiftly, with P&egrave;re
+Allouez&rsquo; face turned toward us, as though he sought
+to guess our conversation. I was aroused by the grip
+of Cassion&rsquo;s hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, my beauty,&rdquo; he said harshly, &ldquo;haven&rsquo;t
+I waited long enough to learn if it is war or peace
+between us?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193' name='page_193'></a>193</span></div>
+<p>I laughed, yet I doubt if he gained any comfort from
+the expression of the eyes which met his.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why I choose peace, of course, Monsieur,&rdquo; I
+answered, assuming a carelessness I was far from
+feeling. &ldquo;Am I not your wife? Surely you remind
+me of it often enough, so I am not likely to forget; but
+I resent the insult of your words, nor will you ever
+win favor from me by such methods. I have been
+friendly with Sieur de Artigny, it is true, but there is
+nothing more between us. Indeed no word has passed
+my lips in his presence I would not be willing for
+you to hear. So there is no cause for you to spare him
+on my account, or rest his fate on any action of
+mine.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You will have naught to do with the fellow?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There would be small chance if I wished, Monsieur;
+and do you suppose I would seek companionship
+with one who had killed my uncle?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twould scarce seem so, yet I know not what you
+believe.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nor do I myself; yet the evidence is all against the
+man thus far. I confess I should like to hear his
+defense, but I make you this pledge in all honor&ndash;&ndash;I
+will have no word with him, on condition that you file
+no charges until we arrive at Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; suspiciously, &ldquo;you think he has friends
+there to hold him innocent.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194' name='page_194'></a>194</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Why should I, Monsieur? Indeed, why should I
+care but to have justice done? I do not wish his blood
+on your hands, or to imagine that he is condemned
+because of his friendship for me rather than any other
+crime. I know not what friends the man has at the
+Rock on the Illinois. He was of La Salle&rsquo;s party, and
+they are no longer in control. La Barre said that
+De Baugis commanded that post, and for all I know
+De Tonty and all his men may have departed.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis not altogether true, and for that reason we
+are ordered to join the company. De Baugis has the
+right of it under commission from La Barre, but does
+not possess sufficient soldiers to exercise authority.
+La Salle&rsquo;s men remain loyal to De Tonty, and the
+Indian tribes look to him for leadership. <i>Mon Dieu</i>!
+it was reported in Quebec that twelve thousand savages
+were living about the fort&ndash;&ndash;ay! and De Artigny said
+he doubted it not, for the meadows were covered with
+tepees&ndash;&ndash;so De Baugis has small chance to rule until
+he has force behind him. They say this De Tonty is
+of a fighting breed&ndash;&ndash;the savages call him the man with
+the iron hand&ndash;&ndash;and so the two rule between them, the
+one for La Barre, and the other for La Salle, and we
+go to give the Governor&rsquo;s man more power.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You have sufficient force?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Unless the Indians become hostile; besides there
+is to be an overland party later to join us in the spring,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195' name='page_195'></a>195</span>
+and Sieur de la Durantaye, of the regiment of
+Carignan-Salliers is at the Chicago portage. This I
+learned at St. Ignace.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then it would seem to me, Monsieur, that you
+could safely wait the trial of De Artigny until our
+arrival at the fort. If he does not feel himself suspected,
+he will make no effort to escape, and I give
+you the pledge you ask.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>It was not altogether graciously that he agreed to
+this, yet the man could not refuse, and I was glad
+enough to escape thus easily, for it was my fear that
+he might insist on my yielding much more to preserve
+De Artigny from immediate condemnation and death.
+The fellow had the power, and the inclination, and
+what good fortune saved me, I can never know. I
+think he felt a certain fear of me, a doubt of how far
+he might presume on my good nature.</p>
+<p>Certainly I gave him small encouragement to venture
+further, and yet had he done so I would have been
+at my wit&rsquo;s end. Twice the words were upon his lips&ndash;&ndash;a
+demand that I yield to his mastery&ndash;&ndash;but he must
+have read in my eyes a defiance he feared to front, for
+they were not uttered. &rsquo;Twas that he might have this
+very talk that he had found me place alone in his canoe,
+and I would have respected him more had he dared to
+carry out his desire. The coward in the man was too
+apparent, and yet that very cowardice was proof of
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196' name='page_196'></a>196</span>
+treachery. What he hesitated to claim boldly he would
+attain otherwise if he could. I could place no confidence
+in his word, nor reliance upon his honor.</p>
+<p>However nothing occurred to give Cassion opportunity,
+nor to tempt me to violate my own pledge. We
+proceeded steadily upon our course, aided by fair
+weather, and quiet waters for several days. So peaceful
+were our surroundings that my awe and fear of the
+vast lake on which we floated passed away, and I began
+to appreciate its beauty, and love those changing vistas,
+which opened constantly to our advance.</p>
+<p>We followed the coast line, seldom venturing beyond
+sight of land, except as we cut across from point to
+point; and fair as the wooded shore appeared, its loneliness,
+and the desolation of the great waters began, at
+last, to affect our spirits. The men no longer sang at
+their work, and I could see the depression in their
+eyes as they stared about across ceaseless waves to the
+dim horizon.</p>
+<p>Day after day it was the same dull monotony,
+crouched in the narrow canoe, watching the movements
+of the paddlers, and staring about at endless
+sea and sky, with distant glimpse of wilderness. We
+lost interest in conversation, in each other, and I lay
+for hours with eyes closed to the glare of the sun,
+feeling no desire save to be left alone. Yet there were
+scenes of surpassing beauty unrolled before us at sunrise
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197' name='page_197'></a>197</span>
+and sunset, and when the great silvery moon
+reflected its glory in the water.</p>
+<p>Had companionship been congenial no doubt every
+league of that journey would have proven a joy to be
+long remembered, but with Cassion beside me, ever
+seeking some excuse to make me conscious of his purpose,
+I found silence to be my most effective weapon
+of defense. Twice I got away in P&egrave;re Allouez&rsquo; canoe,
+and found pleasure in conversing, although I had no
+confidence in the priest, and knew well that my absence
+would anger Cassion.</p>
+<p>Our camps occurred wherever night overtook us
+and we found good landing place. Occasionally we
+went ashore earlier, and the Indians hunted for wild
+game, usually with success. In all these days and
+nights I had no glimpse of De Artigny, nor of his
+crew. It was not possible for me to question Cassion,
+for to do so would have aroused his jealous suspicion;
+but, as he never once referred to their continued absence,
+I became convinced that it was his orders which
+kept them ahead. No doubt it was best, as the men
+soon forgot the tragedy of Hugo Chevet&rsquo;s death, and
+after the first day I do not recall hearing the murder
+discussed.</p>
+<p>Such deeds were not uncommon, and Chevet had
+made no friends to cherish his memory. If others
+suspected De Artigny they felt little resentment or
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198' name='page_198'></a>198</span>
+desire to punish him&ndash;&ndash;and doubtless the men had
+quarreled, and the fatal knife thrust been delivered in
+fair fight. The result interested them only slightly,
+and none regretted the loss of the man killed.</p>
+<p>We made no entrance into Green Bay, for there was
+nothing there but a newly established mission station,
+and perhaps a hunter&rsquo;s camp, scarcely worth our wasting
+two days in seeking. Besides the night we made
+camp at a spot marked on the map as Point de Tour,
+we found waiting us there the advance canoe, and
+both De Artigny and the chief counseled that our
+course be south across the mouth of the bay. I sat
+in my tent and watched them discuss the matter in the
+red glow of a fire, but this was my only glimpse of
+De Artigny, until he led the way the next morning.</p>
+<p>Our voyage that day was a long one, and we were
+often beyond view of land, although we skirted several
+islands. The lake was stirred by a gentle breeze, yet
+not enough to delay our passage, and the sky above
+was cloudless. The Indian chief took the steering paddle
+in one of our boats, relieving P&egrave;re Allouez, and
+De Artigny guided us, his canoe a mere black speck
+ahead. It was already dark when we finally attained
+the rocky shore of Port de Morts.</p>
+<p>When dawn came De Artigny and his crew had
+departed by order of Cassion, but the chief remained
+to take charge of the third canoe. The indifference
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199' name='page_199'></a>199</span>
+the younger man had shown to my presence hurt me
+strangely&ndash;&ndash;he had made no effort to approach or
+address me; indeed, so far as I was aware, had not so
+much as glanced in my direction. Did he still resent
+my words, or was it his consciousness of guilt, which
+held him thus aloof?</p>
+<p>Not for a moment would I believe him wholly uninterested.
+There had been that in his eyes I should
+never forget, and so I persuaded myself that he thus
+avoided me because he feared to anger Cassion. This
+was not at all in accord with his nature as I understood
+it, yet the explanation gave me a certain content, and
+I could find no better. Thus we resumed our journey
+southward along the shore, but with clouded skies
+overhead, and the water about us dull and gray.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200' name='page_200'></a>200</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XVII_THE_BREAK_OF_STORM' id='CHAPTER_XVII_THE_BREAK_OF_STORM'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2>
+<h3>THE BREAK OF STORM</h3>
+</div>
+<p>We had no more pleasant weather for days, the
+skies being overcast and the wind damp and
+chill. It did not rain, nor were the waves dangerous,
+although choppy enough to make paddling tiresome
+and difficult.</p>
+<p>A mist obscured the view, and compelled us to cling
+close to the shore so as to prevent becoming lost in the
+smother, and as we dare not venture to strike out
+boldly from point to point, we lost much time in creeping
+along the curves.</p>
+<p>The canoes kept closer together, never venturing to
+become separated, and the men stationed on watch in
+the bows continually called to each other across the
+tossing waters in guidance. Even De Artigny kept
+within sight, and made camp with us at night, although
+he made no effort to seek me, nor did I once detect that
+he even glanced in my direction. The studied indifference
+of the man puzzled me more than it angered, but
+I believed it was his consciousness of guilt, rather than
+any dislike which caused his avoidance. In a way I
+rejoiced at his following this course, as I felt bound
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201' name='page_201'></a>201</span>
+by my pledge to Cassion, and had no desire to further
+arouse the jealousy of the latter, yet I remained a
+woman, and consequently felt a measure of regret at
+being thus neglected and ignored.</p>
+<p>However I had my reward, as this state of affairs
+was plainly enough to Monsieur Cassion&rsquo;s liking, for
+his humor changed for the better, in spite of our slow
+progress, and I was pleased to note that his watchfulness
+over my movements while ashore noticeably relaxed.
+Once he ventured to speak a bold word or
+two, inspired possibly by my effort to appear more
+friendly, but I gave him small opportunity to become
+offensive, for the raw, disagreeable atmosphere furnished
+me with sufficient excuse to snuggle down
+beneath blankets, and thus ignore his presence.</p>
+<p>I passed most of those days thus hidden from sight,
+only occasionally lifting my head to peer out at the
+gray, desolate sea, or watch the dim, mist-shrouded
+coast line. It was all of a color&ndash;&ndash;a gloomy, dismal
+scene, the continuance of which left me homesick and
+spiritless. Never have I felt more hopeless and alone.
+It seemed useless to keep up the struggle; with every
+league we penetrated deeper into the desolate wilderness,
+and now I retained not even one friend on whom
+I could rely.</p>
+<p>As Cassion evidenced his sense of victory&ndash;&ndash;as I
+read it in his laughing words, and the bold glance of
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202' name='page_202'></a>202</span>
+his eyes&ndash;&ndash;there came to me a knowledge of defeat,
+which seemed to rob me of all strength and purpose.
+I was not ready to yield yet; the man only angered me,
+and yet I began dimly to comprehend that the end was
+inevitable&ndash;&ndash;my courage was oozing away, and somewhere
+in this lonely, friendless wilderness the moment
+I dreaded would come, and I would have no power to
+resist. More than once in my solitude, hidden beneath
+the blankets, I wiped tears from my eyes as I sensed
+the truth; yet he never knew, nor did I mean he
+should.</p>
+<p>I had no knowledge of the date, nor a very clear
+conception of where we were, although it must have
+been either the fourth or fifth day since we left Port
+du Morts. The night before, we had camped at the
+mouth of a small stream, the surrounding forest growing
+down close to the shore, and so thick as to be almost
+impenetrable. The men had set up my tent so
+close to the water the waves broke scarcely a foot away,
+and the fire about which the others clustered for
+warmth was but a few yards distant.</p>
+<p>Wrapped in my blankets I saw De Artigny emerge
+from the darkness, and approach Cassion, who drew a
+map from his belt pocket, and spread it open on the
+ground in the glare of the fire. The two men bent
+over it, tracing the lines with finger tips, evidently determining
+their course for the morrow. Then De
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203' name='page_203'></a>203</span>
+Artigny made a few notes on a scrap of paper, arose
+to his feet, and disappeared.</p>
+<p>They had scarcely exchanged a word, and the feeling
+of enmity between them was apparent. Cassion
+sat quiet, the map still open, and stared after the
+younger man until he vanished in the darkness. The
+look upon his face was not a pleasant one.</p>
+<p>Impelled by a sudden impulse I arose to my feet,
+the blanket still draped about my shoulders, and crossed
+the open space to the fire. Cassion, hearing the sound
+of my approach, glanced around, his frown changing
+instantly into a smile.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, quite an adventure this,&rdquo; he said, adopting a
+tone of pleasantry. &ldquo;The first time you have left your
+tent, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The first time I have felt desire to do so,&rdquo; I retorted.
+&ldquo;I feel curiosity to examine your map.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And waited until I was alone; I appreciate the compliment,&rdquo;
+and he removed his hat in mock gallantry.
+&ldquo;There was a time when you would have come
+earlier.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your sarcasm is quite uncalled for. You have my
+pledge relative to the Sieur de Artigny, Monsieur,
+which suffices. If you do not care to give me glimpse
+of your map, I will retire again.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Pouf</i>! do not be so easily pricked, I spoke in jest.
+Ay, look at the paper, but the tracing is so poor &rsquo;tis no
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204' name='page_204'></a>204</span>
+better than a guess where we are. Sit you down,
+Madame, so the fire gives light, and I will show you
+our position the best I can.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Did not De Artigny know?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He thinks he does, but his memory is not over
+clear, as he was only over this course the once. &rsquo;Tis
+here he has put the mark, while my guess would be a
+few leagues beyond.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I bent over, my eyes seeking the points indicated. I
+had seen the map before, yet it told me little, for I
+was unaccustomed to such study, and the few points,
+and streams named had no real meaning to my mind.
+The only familiar term was Chicagou Portage, and I
+pointed to it with my fingers.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Is it there we leave the lake, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay; the rest will be river work. You see this
+stream? &rsquo;Tis called the Des Plaines, and leads into
+the Illinois. De Artigny says it is two miles inland,
+across a flat country. &rsquo;Twas P&egrave;re Marquette who
+passed this way first, but since then many have
+traversed it. &rsquo;Tis like to take us two days to make
+the portage.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And way up here is Port du Morts, where we
+crossed the opening into Green Bay, and we have come
+since all this distance. Surely &rsquo;tis not far along the
+shore now to the portage?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>, who knows! It looks but a step on the
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205' name='page_205'></a>205</span>
+map, yet &rsquo;tis not likely the distance has ever been
+measured.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What said the Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bah! the Sieur de Artigny; ever it is the Sieur de
+Artigny. &rsquo;Tis little he knows about it in my judgment.
+He would have it thirty leagues yet, but I make
+it we are ten leagues to the south of where he puts us.
+What, are you going already? Faith, I had hopes you
+might tarry here a while yet, and hold converse with
+me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I paused, in no way tempted, yet uncertain.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You had some word you wished to say, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There are words enough if you would listen.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no fault of yours if I do not. But not now,
+Monsieur. It is late, and cold. We take the boats
+early, and I would rest while I can.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He was on his feet, the map gripped in his hand,
+but made no effort to stop me, as I dropped him a
+curtsey, and retreated. But he was there still when I
+glanced back from out the safety of the tent, his forehead
+creased by a frown. When he finally turned
+away the map was crushed shapeless in his fingers.</p>
+<p>The morning dawned somewhat warmer, but with
+every promise of a storm, threatening clouds hanging
+above the water, sullen and menacing, their edges
+tipped with lightning. The roar of distant thunder
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206' name='page_206'></a>206</span>
+came to our ears, yet there was no wind, and Cassion
+decided that the clouds would drift southward, and
+leave us safe passage along the shore. His canoe had
+been wrenched in making landing the evening before,
+and had taken in considerable water during the night.
+This was bailed out, but the interior was so wet and
+uncomfortable that I begged to be given place in
+another boat, and Cassion consented, after I had exhibited
+some temper, ordering a soldier in the sergeant&rsquo;s
+canoe to exchange places with me.</p>
+<p>We were the last to depart from the mouth of the
+stream where we had made night camp, and I took
+more than usual interest, feeling oddly relieved to be
+away from Cassion&rsquo;s presence for an entire day. The
+man irritated me, insisting on a freedom of speech I
+could not tolerate, thus keeping me constantly on defense,
+never certain when his audacity would break
+bounds. So this morning it was a relief to sit up, free
+of my blanket, and watch the men get under way.</p>
+<p>We may have proceeded for half a league, when a
+fog swept in toward the land enveloping us in its folds,
+although we were close enough to the shore so as to
+keep safely together, the word being passed back down
+the line, and as we drew nearer I became aware that
+De Artigny&rsquo;s boat had turned about, and he was endeavoring
+to induce Cassion to go ashore and make
+camp before the storm broke. The latter, however,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207' name='page_207'></a>207</span>
+was obstinate, claiming we were close enough for
+safety, and finally, in angry voice, insisted upon proceeding
+on our course.</p>
+<p>De Artigny, evidently feeling argument useless,
+made no reply, but I noticed he held back his paddlers,
+and permitted Cassion&rsquo;s canoe to forge ahead. He
+must have discovered that I was not with Monsieur,
+for I saw him stare intently at each of the other canoes,
+as though to make sure of my presence, shading his
+eyes with one hand, as he peered through the thickening
+mist. This action evidenced the first intimation I
+had for days of his continued interest in my welfare,
+and my heart throbbed with sudden pleasure.
+Whether, or not, he felt some premonition of danger,
+he certainly spoke words of instruction to his Indian
+paddlers, and so manipulated his craft as to keep not
+far distant, although slightly farther from shore, than
+the canoe in which I sat.</p>
+<p>Cassion had already vanished in the fog, which
+swept thicker and thicker along the surface of the
+water, the nearer boats becoming mere indistinct shadows.
+Even within my own canoe the faces of those
+about me appeared gray and blurred, as the damp vapor
+swept over us in dense clouds. It was a ghastly scene,
+rendered more awesome by the glare of lightning which
+seemed to split the vapor, and the sound of thunder
+reverberating from the surface of the lake.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208' name='page_208'></a>208</span></div>
+<p>The water, a ghastly, greenish gray, heaved beneath,
+giving us little difficulty, yet terrifying in its suggestion
+of sullen strength, and the shore line was barely discernible
+to the left as we struggled forward. What
+obstinacy compelled Cassion to keep us at the task I
+know not&ndash;&ndash;perchance a dislike to yield to De
+Artigny&rsquo;s advice&ndash;&ndash;but the sergeant swore to himself,
+and turned the prow of our canoe inward, hugging
+the shore as closely as he dared, his anxious eyes
+searching every rift in the mist.</p>
+<p>Yet, dark and drear as the day was, we had no true
+warning of the approaching storm, for the vapor clinging
+to the water concealed from our sight the clouds
+above. When it came it burst upon us with mad
+ferocity, the wind whirling to the north, and striking
+us with all the force of three hundred miles of open
+sea. The mist was swept away with that first fierce
+gust, and we were struggling for life in a wild turmoil
+of waters. I had but a glimpse of it&ndash;&ndash;a glimpse of
+wild, raging sea; of black, scurrying clouds, so close
+above I could almost reach out and touch them; of
+dimly revealed canoes flung about like chips, driving
+before the blast.</p>
+<p>Our own was hurled forward like an arrow, the
+Indian paddlers working like mad to keep stern to
+the wind, their long hair whipping about. The soldiers
+crouched in the bottom, clinging grimly to any support,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209' name='page_209'></a>209</span>
+their white faces exhibiting the abasement of fear.
+The sergeant alone spoke, yelling his orders, as he
+wielded steering paddle, his hat blown from his head,
+his face ghastly with sudden terror. It was but the
+glimpse of an instant; then a paddle broke, the canoe
+swung sideways, balanced on the crest of a wave and
+went over.</p>
+<p>I was conscious of cries, shrill, instantly smothered,
+and then I sank, struggling hard to keep above water,
+yet borne down by the weight of the canoe. I came up
+again, choking and half strangled, and sought to grip
+the boat as it whirled past. My fingers found nothing
+to cling to, slipping along the wet keel, until I went
+down again, but this time holding my breath. My
+water-soaked garments, and heavy shoes made swimming
+almost impossible, yet I struggled to keep face
+above water. Two men had reached the canoe, and
+had somehow found hold. One of these was an Indian,
+but they were already too far away to aid me, and in
+another moment had vanished in the white crested
+waves. Not another of our boat&rsquo;s crew was visible,
+nor could I be sure of where the shore lay.</p>
+<p>Twice I went down, waves breaking over me, and
+flinging me about like a cork. Yet I was conscious,
+though strangely dazed and hopeless. I struggled, but
+more as if in a dream than in reality. Something
+black, shapeless, seemed to sweep past me through the
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210' name='page_210'></a>210</span>
+water; it was borne high on a wave, and I flung up
+my hands in protection; I felt myself gripped, lifted
+partially, then the grasp failed, and I dropped back
+into the churning water. The canoe, or whatever else
+it was, was gone, swept remorselessly past by the raging
+wind, but as I came up again to the surface a hand
+clasped me, drew me close until I had grip on a broad
+shoulder.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211' name='page_211'></a>211</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XVIII_ALONE_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY' id='CHAPTER_XVIII_ALONE_WITH_DE_ARTIGNY'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2>
+<h3>ALONE WITH DE ARTIGNY</h3>
+</div>
+<p>Beyond this I knew nothing; with the coming
+of help, the sense that I was no longer struggling
+unaided for life in those treacherous waters, all
+strength and consciousness left me. When I again
+awoke, dazed, trembling, a strange blur before my
+eyes, I was lying upon a sandy beach, with a cliff
+towering above me, its crest tree-lined, and I could
+hear the dash of waves breaking not far distant. I
+endeavored to raise myself to look about, but sank
+back helpless, fairly struggling for breath. An arm
+lifted my head from the sand, and I stared into a face
+bending above me, at first without recollection.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Lie still a moment,&rdquo; said a voice gently. &ldquo;You
+will breathe easier shortly, and regain strength.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I knew my fingers closed on the man&rsquo;s hand convulsively,
+but the water yet blinded my eyes. He must
+have perceived this for he wiped my face with a cloth,
+and it was then I perceived his face clearly, and
+remembered.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The Sieur de Artigny!&rdquo; I exclaimed.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212' name='page_212'></a>212</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Of course,&rdquo; he answered. &ldquo;Who else should it
+be, Madame? Please do not regret my privilege.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your privilege; &rsquo;tis a strange word you choose,
+Monsieur,&rdquo; I faltered, not yet having control of myself.
+&ldquo;Surely I have granted none.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Perchance not, as there was small chance,&rdquo; he
+answered, evidently attempting to speak lightly. &ldquo;Nor
+could I wait to ask your leave; yet surely I may esteem
+it a privilege to bring you ashore alive.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It was you then who saved me? I scarcely understood,
+Monsieur; I lost consciousness, and am dazed
+in mind. You leaped into the water from the canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; there was no other course left me. My boat
+was beyond yours, a few yards farther out in the lake,
+when the storm struck. We were partially prepared,
+for I felt assured there would be trouble.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You told Monsieur Cassion so,&rdquo; I interrupted, my
+mind clearing. &ldquo;It was to bring him warning you
+returned.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I urged him to land until we could be assured of
+good weather. My Indians agreed with me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And he refused to listen; then you permitted your
+canoe to fall behind; you endeavored to keep close to
+the boat I was in&ndash;&ndash;was that not true, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He laughed, but very softly, and the grave look did
+not desert his eyes.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You noted me then! Faith, I had no thought you
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213' name='page_213'></a>213</span>
+so much as glanced toward us. Well, and why should
+I not? Is it not a man&rsquo;s duty to seek to guard your
+safety in such an hour? Monsieur Cassion did not
+realize the peril, for he knows naught of the treachery
+of this lake, while I have witnessed its sudden storms
+before, and learned to fear them. So I deemed it best
+to be near at hand. For that you cannot chide me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, no, Monsieur,&rdquo; and I managed to sit up, and
+escape the pressure of his arm. &ldquo;To do that would
+be the height of ingratitude. Surely I should have
+died but for your help, yet I hardly know now what
+occurred&ndash;&ndash;you sprang from the canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, when I found all else useless. Never did I
+feel more deadly blast; no craft such as ours could
+face it. We were to your left and rear when your
+canoe capsized, and I bore down toward where you
+struggled in the water. An Indian got grip upon you
+as we swept by, but the craft dipped so that he let go,
+and then I jumped, for we could never come back, and
+that was the only chance. This is the whole story,
+Madame, except that by God&rsquo;s help, I got you ashore.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I looked into his face, impressed by the seriousness
+with which he spoke.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I&ndash;&ndash;I thank you, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, and held out
+my hand. &ldquo;It was most gallant. Are we alone here?
+Where are the others?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I do not know, Madame,&rdquo; he answered, his tone
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214' name='page_214'></a>214</span>
+now that of formal courtesy. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis but a short time
+since we reached this spot, and the storm yet rages.
+May I help you to stand, so you may perceive better
+our situation.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He lifted me to my feet, and I stood erect, my
+clothes dripping wet, and my limbs trembling so that
+I grasped his arm for support, and glanced anxiously
+about. We were on a narrow sand beach, at the edge
+of a small cove, so protected the waters were comparatively
+calm, although the trees above bowed to the
+blast, and out beyond the headland I could see huge
+waves, whitened with foam, and perceive the clouds of
+spray flung up by the rocks. It was a wild scene, the
+roar of the breakers loud and continuous, and the black
+clouds flying above with dizzy rapidity. All the horror
+which I had just passed through seemed typified in the
+scene, and I covered my face with my hands.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you think they&ndash;&ndash;they are all gone?&rdquo; I
+asked, forcing the words from me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, no,&rdquo; he answered eagerly, and his hand
+touched me. &ldquo;Do not give way to that thought. I
+doubt if any in your canoe made shore, but the others
+need not be in great danger. They could run before
+the storm until they found some opening in the coast
+line to yield protection. The sergeant was no <i>voyageur</i>,
+and when one of the paddles broke he steered wrong.
+With an Indian there you would have floated.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215' name='page_215'></a>215</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Then what can we do?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is naught that I see, but wait. Monsieur
+Cassion will be blown south, but will return when the
+storm subsides to seek you. No doubt he will think
+you dead, yet will scarcely leave without search. See,
+the sky grows lighter already, and the wind is less
+fierce. It would be my thought to attain the woods
+yonder, and build a fire to dry our clothes; the air
+chills.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I looked where he pointed, up a narrow rift in the
+rocks, yet scarcely felt strength or courage to attempt
+the ascent. He must have read this in my face, and
+seen my form shiver as the wind struck my wet garments,
+for he made instant decision.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, I have a better thought than that, for you are
+too weak to attempt the climb. Here, lie down,
+Madame, and I will cover you with the sand. It is
+warm and dry. Then I will clamber up yonder, and
+fling wood down; &rsquo;twill be but a short time until we
+have a cheerful blaze here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I shook my head, but he would listen to no negative,
+and so, at last, I yielded to his insistence, and he piled
+the white sand over me until all but my face was covered.
+To me the position was ridiculous enough, yet
+I appreciated the warmth and protection, and he toiled
+with enthusiasm, his tongue as busy as his hands in
+effort to make me comfortable.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216' name='page_216'></a>216</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the best thing possible; the warmth of your
+body will dry your clothes. Ah, it is turning out a
+worthy adventure, but will soon be over with. The
+storm is done already, although the waves still beat
+the shore fiercely. &rsquo;Tis my thought Monsieur Cassion
+will be back along this way ere dusk, and a canoe can
+scarce go past without being seen while daylight lasts,
+and at night we will keep a fire. There, is that better?
+You begin to feel warm?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then lie still, and do not worry. All will come
+out right in a few hours more. Now I will go above,
+and throw down some dry wood. I shall not be out of
+sight more than a few minutes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>From where I lay, my head on a hummock of sand,
+my body completely buried, I could watch him scale
+the rocks, making use of the rift in the face of the
+cliff, and finding no great difficulty. At the top he
+looked back, waved his hand, and then disappeared
+among the trees. All was silent about me, except for
+the dash of distant waves, and the rustle of branches
+far overhead. I gazed up at the sky, where the clouds
+were thinning, giving glimpses of faintest blue, and
+began to collect my own thoughts, and realize my
+situation.</p>
+<p>In spite of my promise to Cassion I was here alone
+with De Artigny, helpless to escape his presence, or to
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217' name='page_217'></a>217</span>
+be indifferent for the service he had rendered me. Nor
+had I slightest wish to escape. Even although it should
+be proven that the man was the murderer of my uncle,
+I could not break the influence he had over me, and
+now, when it was not proven, I simply must struggle
+to believe that he could be the perpetrator of the deed.
+All that I seemed truly conscious of was a relief at
+being free from the companionship of Cassion. I
+wanted to be alone, relieved from his attentions, and
+the fear of what he might attempt next. Beyond this
+my mind did not go, for I felt weak from the struggle
+in the water, and a mere desire to lie quiet and rest
+took possession of all my faculties.</p>
+<p>De Artigny appeared at the edge of the cliff, and
+called to reassure me of his presence. He had his
+arms filled with broken bits of wood which were tossed
+to the sand, and, a moment later, he descended the rift
+in the wall, and paused beside me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No sign of anyone up there,&rdquo; he said, and I felt
+not regretfully. &ldquo;The canoes must have been blown
+some distance down the coast.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Were you able to see far?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, several leagues, for we are upon a headland,
+and there is a wide sweep of bay below. The shore
+line is abrupt, and the waves still high. Indeed I saw
+no spot in all that distance where a boat might make
+safe landing. Are you becoming dry?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218' name='page_218'></a>218</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;I am at least warm, and already feel much
+stronger. Would it not be best, Monsieur, for us to
+scale the cliff, and wait our rescuers there, where we
+can keep lookout?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If you feel able to climb the rocks, although the
+passage is not difficult. A boat might pass us by here
+and never be seen, or know of our presence, unless we
+keep up a fire.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I held out my hand to him, and he helped me to my
+feet. The warmth of the sand while it had not entirely
+dried my clothing, had given me fresh vigor, and I
+stood erect, requiring no assistance. With this knowledge
+a new assurance seemed to take possession of
+me, and I looked about, and smiled.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am glad to know you can laugh,&rdquo; he said eagerly.
+&ldquo;I have felt that our being thus shipwrecked together
+was not altogether to your liking.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And why?&rdquo; I asked, pretending surprise. &ldquo;Being
+shipwrecked, of course, could scarcely appeal to me,
+but I am surely not ungrateful to you for saving my
+life.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;As to that, I did no more than any man might be
+expected to do,&rdquo; he protested. &ldquo;But you have avoided
+me for weeks past, and it can scarcely be pleasant now
+to be alone with me here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Avoided you! Rather should I affirm it was your
+own choice, Monsieur. If I recall aright I gave you
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219' name='page_219'></a>219</span>
+my confidence once, long ago on the Ottawa, and you
+refused my request of assistance. Since then you have
+scarcely been of our party.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He hesitated, as though doubtful of what he had
+best say.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It was never through indifference as to your welfare,&rdquo;
+he answered at last, &ldquo;but obedience to orders.
+I am but an employee on this expedition.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>My eyes met his.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Did Monsieur Cassion command that you keep in
+advance?&rdquo; I asked, &ldquo;and make your night camps beyond
+those of the main company?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Those were his special orders, for which I saw no
+need, except possibly his desire to keep us separated.
+Yet I did not know his reason, nor was it my privilege
+to ask. Had Monsieur Cassion any occasion to distrust
+me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I know not as to occasion, Monsieur, but he left
+Quebec disliking you because of our conference there,
+and some words La Barre spoke gave him fresh suspicion
+that you and I were friends, and should be
+watched. I do not altogether blame the man for he
+learned early that I thought little of him, and held it
+no honor to be his wife. Yet that distrust would have
+died, no doubt, had it not been fanned into flame by
+accident.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I was kept in his boat, and every instant guarded
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220' name='page_220'></a>220</span>
+by either himself, or P&egrave;re Allouez, his faithful servitor,
+until long after we passed Montreal, and entered the
+wilderness. That day I met you on the bluff was the
+first opportunity I had found to be alone. Your crew
+were beyond the rapids, and Cassion felt there could
+be no danger in yielding me liberty, although, had the
+<i>p&egrave;re</i> not been ill, &rsquo;tis doubtful if I had been permitted
+to disappear alone.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But he knew naught of our meeting?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You mistake, Monsieur. Scarcely had you gone
+when he appeared, and, by chance, noted your footprints,
+and traced them to where you descended the
+cliff. Of course he had no proof, and I admitted nothing,
+yet he knew the truth, and sought to pledge me
+not to speak with you again.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you made such pledge?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No; I permitted him to believe that I did, for
+otherwise there would have been an open quarrel.
+From then until now we have never met.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; he burst forth, &ldquo;but I have been oftentimes
+nearer you than you thought. I could not forget what
+you said to me at that last meeting, or the appeal you
+made for my assistance. I realize the position you are
+in, Madame, married by force to a man you despise, a
+wife only in name, and endeavoring to protect yourself
+by wit alone. I could not forget all this, nor be
+indifferent. I have been in your camp at night&ndash;&ndash;ay,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221' name='page_221'></a>221</span>
+more than once&ndash;&ndash;dreaming I might be of some aid
+to you, and to assure myself of your safety.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You have guarded me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;As best I could, without arousing the wrath of
+Monsieur Cassion. You are not angry? it was but
+the duty of a friend.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, I am not angry, Monsieur, yet it was not
+needed. I do not fear Cassion, so long as I can protect
+myself, for if he attempts evil it will find some
+form of treachery. But, Monsieur, later I gave him
+the pledge he asked.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The pledge! What pledge?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That I would neither meet, nor communicate with
+you until our arrival at Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>My eyes fell before his earnest gaze, and I felt my
+limbs tremble.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! Why? There was some special
+cause?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;listen. Do not believe this is
+my thought, yet I must tell you the truth. Hugo Chevet
+was found dead, murdered, at St. Ignace. &rsquo;Twas
+the morning of our departure, and your boat had already
+gone. Cassion accused you of the crime, as
+some of the men saw you coming from the direction
+where the body was found late at night, and others
+reported that you two had quarreled the evening before.
+Cassion would have tried you offhand, using his
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222' name='page_222'></a>222</span>
+authority as commander of the expedition, but promised
+not to file charges until we reached St. Louis, if
+I made pledge&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twas then I gave him my word.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny straightened up, the expression on his
+face one of profound astonishment.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He&ndash;&ndash;he accused me,&rdquo; he asked, &ldquo;of murder to
+win your promise?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; he believed the charge true, and I
+pledged myself to assure you a fair trial.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then you believed also that I was guilty of the
+foul crime?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I caught my breath, yet there was nothing for me to
+do but give him a frank answer.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I&ndash;&ndash;I have given no testimony, Monsieur,&rdquo; I faltered,
+&ldquo;but I&ndash;&ndash;I saw you in the moonlight bending
+over Chevet&rsquo;s dead body.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223' name='page_223'></a>223</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XIX_WE_EXCHANGE_CONFIDENCES' id='CHAPTER_XIX_WE_EXCHANGE_CONFIDENCES'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2>
+<h3>WE EXCHANGE CONFIDENCES</h3>
+</div>
+<p>My eyes fell before his; I could not look into his
+face, yet I had a sense that he was actually
+glad to hear my words. There was no anger, rather
+happiness and relief in the gray eyes.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you actually believed I struck the blow? You
+thought me capable of driving a knife into the man&rsquo;s
+back to gain revenge?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, what could I think?&rdquo; I urged eagerly.
+&ldquo;It did not seem possible, yet I saw you with my own
+eyes. You knew of the murder, but you made no
+report, raised no alarm, and in the morning your boat
+was gone before the body was found by others.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;True, yet there was a reason which I can confess
+to you. You also discovered the body that night, yet
+aroused no alarm. I saw you. Why did you remain
+silent? Was it to protect me from suspicion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I bent my head, but failed to find words with which
+to answer. De Artigny scarcely permitted me time.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That is the truth; your silence tells me it was for
+my sake you remained still. Is it not possible, Adele,
+that my purpose was the same? Listen to me, my
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224' name='page_224'></a>224</span>
+girl, and have faith in my words&ndash;&ndash;I am not guilty of
+Hugo Chevet&rsquo;s death. I did not like the man, it is
+true, and we exchanged words in anger while loading
+the boats, but I never gave the matter second thought.
+That was not the first night of this journey that I
+sought to assure myself of your safety.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I know Monsieur Cassion, and of what he is
+capable, and felt that some time there would occur
+between you a struggle&ndash;&ndash;so at every camping place,
+where it was possible, I have watched. It was for that
+purpose I approached the Mission House. I gained
+glimpse within, and saw Cassion asleep on a bench, and
+knew you had retired to the chamber above. I was
+satisfied, and started to return to the camp. On my
+way back I found Chevet&rsquo;s body at the edge of the
+wood. I discovered how he had been killed&ndash;&ndash;a knife
+thrust in the back.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But you made no report; raised no alarm.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I was confused, unable to decide what was best
+for me to do. I had no business being there. My first
+impulse was to arouse the Mission House; my second
+to return to camp, and tell the men there. With this
+last purpose in view I entered the wood to descend the
+hill, but had hardly done so when I caught sight of
+you in the moonlight, and remained there hidden,
+watching your movements with horror. I saw you go
+straight to the body, assure yourself the man was dead;
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225' name='page_225'></a>225</span>
+then return to the Mission House, and enter your room
+by way of the kitchen roof. Do you realize what your
+actions naturally meant to me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I stared at him, scarcely able to speak, yet in some
+way my lips formed words.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you thought I did it?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What else could I think? You were hiding there;
+you examined the body; you crept secretly in through
+the window, and gave no alarm.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The horror of it all struck me like a blow, and I
+covered my eyes with my hands, no longer able to
+restrain my sobs. De Artigny caught my hands, and
+uncovered my face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do not break down, little girl,&rdquo; he entreated. &ldquo;It
+is better so, for now we understand each other. You
+sought to shield me, and I endeavored to protect you.
+&rsquo;Twas a strange misunderstanding, and, but for the
+accident to the canoe, might have had a tragic ending.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You would never have told?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Of seeing you there? of suspecting you? Could
+you think that possible?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But you would have been condemned; the evidence
+was all against you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Let us not talk of that now,&rdquo; he insisted. &ldquo;We
+have come back to a faith in each other. You believe
+my word?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226' name='page_226'></a>226</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;And I yours.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>His hand clasp tightened, and there was that in his
+eyes which frightened me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, no, Monsieur,&rdquo; I exclaimed, and drew back
+quickly. &ldquo;Do not say more, for I am here with you
+alone, and there will be trouble enough when Cassion
+returns.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do I not know that,&rdquo; he said, yet releasing my
+hands. &ldquo;Still it can surely do no harm for us to
+understand each other. You care nothing for Cassion;
+you dislike, despise the man, and there is naught sacred
+in your marriage. We are in the wilderness, not
+Quebec, and La Barre has little authority here. You
+have protected me with your silence&ndash;&ndash;was it not because
+you cared for me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; you have been my friend.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your friend! Is that all?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Is that not enough, Monsieur? I like you well; I
+would save you from injustice. You could not respect
+me if I said more, for I am Monsieur Cassion&rsquo;s wife
+by rite of Holy Church. I do not fear him&ndash;&ndash;he is a
+coward; but I fear dishonor, Monsieur, for I am Adele
+la Chesnayne. I would respect myself, and you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The light of conquest vanished from the gray eyes.
+For a moment he stood silent and motionless; then he
+drew a step backward, and bowed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your rebuke is just, Madame,&rdquo; he said soberly.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227' name='page_227'></a>227</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;We of the frontier grow careless in a land where
+might is right, and I have had small training save in
+camp and field. I crave your pardon for my offense.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So contrite was his expression I had to smile, realizing
+for the first time the depth of his interest in my
+good will, yet the feeling which swayed me was not
+altogether that of pleasure. He was not one to yield
+so quietly, or to long restrain the words burning his
+tongue, yet I surrendered to my first impulse, and
+extended my hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is nothing to pardon, Sieur de Artigny,&rdquo; I
+said frankly. &ldquo;There is no one to whom I owe more
+of courtesy than you. I trust you fully, and believe
+your word, and in return I ask the same faith. Under
+the conditions confronting us we must aid each other.
+We have both made mistakes in thus endeavoring to
+shield one another from suspicion, and, as a result, are
+both equally in peril. Our being alone together here
+will enrage Monsieur Cassion, and he will use all his
+power for revenge. My testimony will only make your
+case more desperate should I confess what I know, and
+you might cast suspicion upon me&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You do not believe I would.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, I do not, and yet, perchance, it might be better
+for us both if I made full confession. I hesitate merely
+because Cassion would doubt my word; would conclude
+that I merely sought to protect you. Before
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228' name='page_228'></a>228</span>
+others&ndash;&ndash;fair-minded judges at St. Louis&ndash;&ndash;I should
+have no hesitancy in telling the whole story, for there
+is nothing I did of which I am ashamed, but here,
+where Cassion has full authority, such a confession
+would mean your death.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He would not dare; I am an officer of the Sieur
+de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The more reason why he would. I know Monsieur
+Cassion even better than you do. He has conversed
+with me pretty freely in the boat, and made clear his
+hatred of La Salle, and his desire to do him evil. No
+fear of your chief will ever deter him, for he believes
+La Barre has sufficient power now in this country to
+compel obedience. I overheard the Governor&rsquo;s orders
+to keep you under close surveillance, and Cassion will
+jump at the chance of finding you guilty of crime.
+Now my broken pledge gives him ample excuse.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But it was not broken except through necessity,&rdquo;
+he urged. &ldquo;He surely cannot blame you because I
+saved your life.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I doubt if that has slightest weight. All he will
+care about is our being here alone together. That fact
+will obscure all else in his mind.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He believes then that you feel interest in me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have never denied it; the fact which rankles,
+however, is his knowledge that I feel no interest whatever
+in him. But we waste time, Monsieur, in fruitless
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229' name='page_229'></a>229</span>
+discussion. Our only course is a discovery of Hugo
+Chevet&rsquo;s real murderer. Know you anything to warrant
+suspicion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny did not answer at once, his eyes looking
+out on the white crested waters of the lake.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Madame,&rdquo; he said at length gravely. &ldquo;The
+last time Chevet was seen alive, so far as I now know,
+was when he left the boats in company with Monsieur
+Cassion to return to the Mission House.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;At dusk?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It was already quite dark.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They did not arrive together, and Cassion reported
+that Chevet had remained at the beach in charge of the
+canoes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You saw Cassion when he arrived?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, and before; I was at the window, and
+watched him approach across the open space. He was
+alone, and appeared at ease.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What did he do, and say, after he entered the
+house?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Absolutely nothing to attract notice; he seemed
+very weary, and, as soon as he had eaten, lay down on
+the bench, and fell asleep.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Are you sure he slept?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I felt no doubt; there was nothing strange about
+his actions, but as soon as possible I left the room.
+You surely do not suspect him?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230' name='page_230'></a>230</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;He was the last to be seen with Chevet; they left
+the beach together, yet the murdered man failed to
+appear at the Mission House, and Cassion falsely reported
+him left in charge at the beach.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But no one could act so indifferent, after just committing
+such a crime. When you looked in through
+the window what did you see?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only the priests about the table talking, and Cassion
+seemingly sound asleep. Could there be any reason
+why he should desire the death of Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I know of none. My uncle felt bitter over the
+concealment of my fortune, and no doubt the two had
+exchanged words, but there was no open quarrel.
+Chevet was rough and headstrong, yet he was not
+killed in fight, for the knife thrust was from behind.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, a coward&rsquo;s blow. Chevet possessed no papers
+of value?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I shook my head.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If so, no mention was ever made to me. But,
+Monsieur, you are still wet, and must be cold in this
+wind. Why do you not build the fire, and dry your
+clothing?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The wind does have an icy feel,&rdquo; he admitted,
+&ldquo;but this is a poor spot. Up yonder in the wood
+shadow there is more warmth, and besides it affords
+better outlook for the canoes. Have you strength now
+to climb the bluff?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231' name='page_231'></a>231</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;The path did not appear difficult, and it is dreary
+enough here. I will try.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I did not even require his aid, and was at the top
+nearly as soon as he. It was a pleasant spot, a heavy
+forest growing almost to the edge, but with green
+carpet of grass on which one could rest, and gaze off
+across the wide waste of waters. Yet there was little
+to attract the eyes except the ceaseless roll of the
+waves, and the curve of the coast line, against which
+the breakers still thundered, casting high in air their
+white spray. It was a wild, desolate scene, a wilderness
+wherever the eyes turned.</p>
+<p>I stood silent, gazing to the southward, but there
+were no canoes visible, although the storm had ceased,
+and the waves were no longer high enough to prevent
+their return. They must have been driven below the
+distant point, and possibly so injured as to make repairs
+necessary. When I finally turned away I found
+that De Artigny had already lighted a fire with flint
+and steel in a little hollow within the forest. He
+called to me to join him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is nothing to see,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and the warmth
+is welcome. You had no glimpse of the boats?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; I admitted. &ldquo;Do you really believe they
+survived?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There was no reason why they should not, if
+properly handled. I have controlled canoes in far worse
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232' name='page_232'></a>232</span>
+storms. They are doubtless safely ashore beyond the
+point yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And will return seeking us?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Seeking you, at least. Cassion will learn what
+occurred, and certainly will never depart without seeking
+to discover if you are alive. The thought that you
+may be with me will only serve to spur him to quicker
+action. My fear is he may be delayed by some accident,
+and we might suffer from lack of food.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I had not thought how helpless we were.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, we are not desperate,&rdquo; and he laughed, getting
+up from his knees. &ldquo;You forget I am bred to this
+life, and have been alone in the wilderness without
+arms before. The woods are full of game, and it is
+not difficult to construct traps, and the waters are filled
+with fish which I will devise some means of catching.
+You are not afraid to be left alone?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; in surprise. &ldquo;Where are you going?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To learn more of our surroundings, and arrange
+some traps for wild game. I will not be away long
+but someone should remain here to signal any canoe
+returning in search.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I watched him disappear among the trees, without
+regret, or slightest sense of fear at thus being left
+alone. The fire burned brightly, and I rested where
+the grateful warmth put new life into my body. The
+silence was profound, depressing, and a sense of intense
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233' name='page_233'></a>233</span>
+loneliness stole over me. I felt a desire to get
+away from the gloom of the woods, and climbed the
+bank to where I could look out once more across the
+waters.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234' name='page_234'></a>234</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XX_I_CHOOSE_MY_DUTY' id='CHAPTER_XX_I_CHOOSE_MY_DUTY'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2>
+<h3>I CHOOSE MY DUTY</h3>
+</div>
+<p>The view outspread before me revealed nothing
+new; the same dread waste of water extended
+to the horizon, while down the shore no movement was
+visible. As I rested there, oppressed by the loneliness,
+I felt little hope that the others of our party had escaped
+without disaster.</p>
+<p>De Artigny&rsquo;s words of cheer had been spoken merely
+to encourage me, to make me less despondent. Deep
+down in his heart the man doubted the possibility of
+those frail canoes withstanding the violence of the
+storm. It was this thought which had made him so
+anxious to secure food, for, if the others survived, and
+would return seeking us, as he asserted, surely they
+would appear before nightfall, and there would be no
+necessity for our snaring wild game in order to preserve
+life.</p>
+<p>De Artigny did not believe his own words; I even
+suspicioned that he had gone now alone to explore the
+shore-line; seeking to discover the truth, and the real
+fate of our companions. At first this conception of
+our situation startled me, and yet, strange as it may
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_235' name='page_235'></a>235</span>
+seem, my realization brought no deep regret. I was
+conscious of a feeling of freedom, of liberty, such as
+had not been mine since we departed from Quebec. I
+was no longer watched, spied upon, my every movement
+ordered, my speech criticized. More, I was
+delivered from the hated presence of Cassion, ever
+reminding me that I was his wife, and continually
+threatening to exercise his authority. Ay, and I was
+with De Artigny, alone with him, and the joy of this
+was so deep that I came to a sudden realization of the
+truth&ndash;&ndash;I loved him.</p>
+<p>In a way I must have known this before, yet, not
+until that moment, did the fact dawn upon me in full
+acknowledgement. I sank my head on my hands, my
+breath quickened by surprise, by shame, and felt my
+cheeks burn. I loved him, and believed he loved me.
+I knew then that all the happiness of life centered in
+this one fact; while between us arose the shadow of
+Cassion, my husband. True I loved him not; true I
+was to him wife only in name; true our marriage was
+a thing of shame, yet no less a fact, no less a barrier.
+I was a La Chesnayne to whom honor was a religion;
+a Catholic bowing humbly to the vow of Holy Church;
+a Frenchwoman taught that marriage was a sacred rite.</p>
+<p>The knowledge of my love for De Artigny brought
+me more fear than pleasure. I dare not dream, or
+hope; I must escape his presence while I retained moral
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236' name='page_236'></a>236</span>
+strength to resist temptation. I got to my feet, not
+knowing what I could do, yet with a wild conception
+of returning to the beach, and seeking to find a passage
+southward. I would go now along the shore, before
+De Artigny came back, and meet those returning
+canoes. In such action lay my only safety&ndash;&ndash;he
+would find me gone, would trace me along the sand,
+yet before I could be caught, I would have met the
+others, and thus escape the peril of being alone with
+him again.</p>
+<p>Even as I reached this decision, something arose in
+my throat and choked me, for my eyes saw just outside
+the curve of the shore-line, a canoe emerge from the
+shadows of the bluff. I cannot picture the reaction,
+the sudden shrinking fear which, in that instant, mastered
+me. They were coming, seeking me; coming to
+drag me back into slavery; coming to denounce De
+Artigny of crime, and demand his life.</p>
+<p>I know not which thought dominated me&ndash;&ndash;my own
+case, or his; but I realized instantly what course Cassion
+would pursue. His hatred of De Artigny would
+be fanned into flame by discovery that we were alone
+together. He possessed the power, the authority to
+put this man forever out of his way. To save him
+there remained but one possible plan&ndash;&ndash;he must reach
+Fort St. Louis, and friends before Cassion could bring
+him to trial. It was in my power to permit his escape
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237' name='page_237'></a>237</span>
+from discovery, mine alone. If I did otherwise I
+should be his murderer.</p>
+<p>I sank down out of sight, yet my decision was made
+in an instant. It did not seem to me then as though
+any other course could be taken. That De Artigny
+was innocent I had no doubt. I loved him, this I no
+longer denied to myself; and I could not possibly betray
+the man to the mad vengeance of Cassion. I
+peered forth, across the ridge of earth concealing me
+from observation, at the distant canoe. It was too far
+away for me to be certain of its occupants, yet I assured
+myself that Indians were at the paddles, while
+three others, whose dress designated them as whites,
+occupied places in the boat. The craft kept close to the
+shore, evidently searching for any sign of the lost
+canoe, and the man in the stern stood up, pointing, and
+evidently giving orders. There was that about the
+fellow&rsquo;s movements to convince me he must be Cassion,
+and the very sight of him strengthened my resolve.</p>
+<p>I turned, and ran down the bank to where the fire
+yet glowed dully in the hollow, emitting a faint spiral
+of blue smoke, dug dirt up with my hands, and covered
+the coals, until they were completely extinguished.
+Then I crept back to the bluff summit, and lay down to
+watch.</p>
+<p>The canoe rounded the curve in the shore, and
+headed straight across toward where I rested in concealment.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_238' name='page_238'></a>238</span>
+Their course would keep them too far away
+from the little strip of sand on which we had landed to
+observe the imprint of our feet, or the pile of wood
+De Artigny had flung down. I observed this with an
+intense feeling of relief, as I peered cautiously out
+from my covert.</p>
+<p>I could see now clearly the faces of those in the
+canoe&ndash;&ndash;the dark, expressionless countenances of the
+Indians, and the three white men, all gazing intently
+at the shore line, as they swept past, a soldier in the
+bow, and P&egrave;re Allouez and Cassion at the stern,
+the latter standing, gripping the steering paddle. The
+sound of his rasping, disagreeable voice reached me
+first.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;This is the spot,&rdquo; he exclaimed, pointing. &ldquo;I saw
+that headland just before the storm struck. But there
+is no wreck here, no sign of landing. What is your
+judgment, P&egrave;re?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That further search is useless, Monsieur,&rdquo; answered
+the priest. &ldquo;We have covered the entire coast,
+and found no sign of any survivor; no doubt they were
+all lost.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis likely true, for there was small hope for any
+swimmer in such a sea.&rdquo; Cassion&rsquo;s eyes turned to the
+others in the boat. &ldquo;And you, Descartes, you were in
+the canoe with the Sieur de Artigny, tell us again what
+happened, and if this be not the place.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239' name='page_239'></a>239</span></div>
+<p>The soldier in the bow lifted his head.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I know little of the place, Monsieur,&rdquo; he answered
+gruffly, &ldquo;though it would seem as if I recalled the
+forked tree yonder, showing through a rift in the fog.
+All I know is that one of the paddles broke in the
+sergeant&rsquo;s canoe, and over they went into the water.
+&rsquo;Twas as quick as that,&rdquo; and he snapped his fingers,
+&ldquo;and then a head or two bobbed up, but the canoe
+swept over them, and down they went again. Sieur
+de Artigny held our steering paddle, and, in an instant,
+he swung us that way, and there was the lady struggling.
+I reached out and touched her, but lost hold,
+and then the Sieur de Artigny leaped overboard, and
+the storm whirled us off into the fog. I saw no more.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You do not know that he reached her?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; the lady sank when I lost my grip;
+I do not even know if she came up again.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion stood motionless, staring intently at the
+bluff. I almost thought he must have seen me, but
+there was no outcry, and finally he seated himself.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Go on, round the long point yonder, and if there
+is no sign there we will return,&rdquo; he said grimly. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis
+my thought they were all drowned, and there is no
+need of our seeking longer. Pull on boys, and let us
+finish the job.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>They rounded the point, the P&egrave;re talking earnestly,
+but the canoe so far away I could not overhear his
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240' name='page_240'></a>240</span>
+words. Cassion paid small heed to what he urged, but,
+at last, angrily bade him be still, and, after a glance
+into the narrow basin beyond, swung the bow of the
+canoe about, and headed it southward, the return
+course further off shore. The Indians paddled with
+renewed energy, and, in a few moments, they were so
+far away their faces were indistinguishable, and I ventured
+to sit on the bank, my gaze still on the vanishing
+canoe.</p>
+<p>So intent was I that I heard no sound of approaching
+footsteps, and knew nothing of De Artigny&rsquo;s presence
+until he spoke.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is that yonder&ndash;&ndash;a canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I started, shrinking back, suddenly realizing what
+I had done, and the construction he might place upon
+my action.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I answered faintly, &ldquo;it&ndash;&ndash;it is a canoe.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But it is headed south; it is going away,&rdquo; he
+paused, gazing into my face. &ldquo;Did it not come this
+far?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I hesitated; he had furnished me with an excuse, a
+reason. I could permit him to believe the boat had not
+approached close enough to be signaled. It was, for
+an instant, a temptation, yet as I looked into his eyes I
+could not tell the lie. More, I felt the uselessness of
+any such attempt to deceive; he would discover the
+fire extinguished by dirt thrown on it, and thus learn
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241' name='page_241'></a>241</span>
+the truth. Far better that I confess frankly, and
+justify my action.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The canoe came here,&rdquo; I faltered, my voice betraying
+me. &ldquo;It went around the point yonder, and
+then returned.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you made no signal? You let them go, believing
+us dead?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I could not look at him, and I felt my cheeks burn
+with shame.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; but listen. No, do not touch me.
+Perhaps it was all wrong, yet I thought it right. I
+lay here, hidden from view, and watched them; I extinguished
+the fire so they could not see the smoke.
+They came so near I could hear their voices, and distinguish
+their words, yet I let them pass.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who were in the canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Besides the Indians, Cassion, P&egrave;re Allouez, and
+the soldier Descartes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He was with me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So I learned from his tale; &rsquo;twas he who sought
+to lift me from the water, and failed. Do you realize,
+Monsieur, why I chose to remain unseen? Why I
+have done what must seem an unwomanly act?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He was still gazing after the canoe, now a mere
+speck amid the waste of waters, but turned and looked
+into my face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Madame, yet I cannot deem your reason an
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242' name='page_242'></a>242</span>
+unworthy one&ndash;&ndash;yet wait; could it be fear for my
+life?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It was that, and that only, Monsieur. The truth
+came to me in a flash when I first perceived the canoe
+approaching yonder. I felt that hate rather than love
+urged Cassion to make search for us. He knew of
+your attempt at rescue, and if he found us here together
+alone, he would care for nothing save revenge.
+He has the power, the authority to condemn you, and
+have you shot. I saw no way to preserve your life,
+but to keep you out of his grip, until you were with
+your friends at Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You sacrificed yourself for me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no more than you did when you leaped from
+the canoe.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Pah</i>, that was a man&rsquo;s work; but now you risk
+more than life; you peril reputation&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; no more, at least, than it was
+already imperiled. Cassion need never know that I
+saw his searching party, and surely no one can justly
+blame me for being rescued from death. One does
+not ask, in such a moment, who the rescuer is. I feel
+I have chosen right, Monsieur, and yet I must trust
+you to never cause me to regret that I am the wife of
+Monsieur Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>To my surprise his face brightened, his eyes smiling,
+as he bowed low before me.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_243' name='page_243'></a>243</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Your confidence shall not be betrayed, Madame,&rdquo;
+he said gallantly. &ldquo;I pledge you my discretion whatever
+circumstances may arise. There is no cur in the
+De Artigny strain, and I fight my own battles. Some
+day I shall be face to face with Francois Cassion, and
+if then I fail to strike home it will be memory of your
+faith which restrains my hand. And now I rejoice
+that I can make your sacrifice less grievous.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In what way, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In that we are no longer entirely alone in our
+wilderness adventure. I have fortunately brought back
+with me a comrade, whose presence will rob Cassion
+of some sharpness of tongue. Shall we go meet him?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Meet him! a man, you mean? One rescued from
+the canoe?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, but more likely to serve us a good turn&ndash;&ndash;a
+soldier under Monsieur de la Durantaye, who has
+camp below at the portage to the Des Plaines. Out
+yonder I ran onto him, bearing some message from
+Green Bay&ndash;&ndash;an odd fellow, but with a gun at his
+shoulder, and a tongue with which to tell the truth on
+occasion. Come, Madame, there is naught now you
+need to fear.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_244' name='page_244'></a>244</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXI_WE_DECIDE_OUR_COURSE' id='CHAPTER_XXI_WE_DECIDE_OUR_COURSE'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2>
+<h3>WE DECIDE OUR COURSE</h3>
+</div>
+<p>With a feeling of relief in my heart, a sense that
+my reputation was safe, and that the good God
+had set the seal of His approval on the choice made, I
+accepted De Artigny&rsquo;s outstretched hand, and permitted
+him to assist me down the bank. The new
+arrival was just within the edge of the forest, bending
+over a freshly kindled fire, barely commencing to blaze,
+and beside him on the grass lay a wild fowl, already
+plucked of its feathers. So intent was the fellow at
+his task, he did not even lift his head until my companion
+hailed him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Barbeau, here is the lady of whom I spoke&ndash;&ndash;the
+wife of Monsieur Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He stood up, and made me a salute as though I were
+an officer, as odd a looking little man as ever I had
+seen, with a small, peaked face, a mop of black hair,
+and a pair of shrewd, humorous eyes. His dress was
+that of a <i>courier du bois</i>, with no trace of uniform
+save the blue forage cap gripped in one hand, yet he
+stood stiff as if on parade. In spite of his strange,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_245' name='page_245'></a>245</span>
+uncouth appearance there was that in his face which
+won my favor, and I held out my hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are a soldier of France, Monsieur de Artigny
+tells me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame, of the Regiment Carignan-Salliers,&rdquo;
+he answered.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I wonder have you served long? My father was
+an officer in that command&ndash;&ndash;Captain la Chesnayne.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The expression on the man&rsquo;s face changed magically.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You the daughter of Captain la Chesnayne,&rdquo; he
+exclaimed, the words bursting forth uncontrolled,
+&ldquo;and married to Cassion! how can this be?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You knew him then&ndash;&ndash;my father?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, Madame; I was with him at the Richelieu, at
+the village of the Mohawks; and at Bois le Blanc,
+where he died. I am Jacques Barbeau, a soldier for
+twenty years; did he not speak to you of me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I was but a girl when he was killed, and we seldom
+met, for he was usually on campaign. Yet what do
+you mean by thus expressing surprise at my marriage
+to Monsieur Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He hesitated, evidently regretting his impulsive
+speech, and glancing from my face into the stern eyes
+of De Artigny.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, Madame, I spoke hastily; it was not my
+place.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That may be true, Barbeau,&rdquo; replied the Sieur
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_246' name='page_246'></a>246</span>
+grimly, &ldquo;yet the words have been said, and the lady
+has a right to have them explained. Was there quarrel
+between her father and this Francois Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, there was, and bitter, although I know nothing
+as to the cause. Cassion, and La Barre&ndash;&ndash;he whom I
+now hear is Governor of New France&ndash;&ndash;were alike
+opposed to Captain la Chesnayne, and but for reports
+they made he would have been the colonel. He struck
+Cassion in the mess tent, and they were to fight the
+very morning the Iroquois met us at Bois le Blanc.
+&rsquo;Twas the talk of the men that the captain was shot
+from behind.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That I cannot say; yet the bullet entered behind
+the ear, for I was first to reach him, and he had no
+other enemy in the Regiment Carignan-Salliers. The
+feeling against M. Cassion was so strong that he resigned
+in a few months. You never heard this?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I could not answer, but stood silent with bowed
+head. I felt De Artigny place his hand on my
+shoulder.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The lady did not know,&rdquo; he said gravely, as
+though he felt the necessity of an explanation. &ldquo;She
+was at school in a convent at Quebec, and no rumor
+reached her. She is thankful to you for what you
+have said, Barbeau, and can trust you as her father&rsquo;s
+friend and comrade. May I tell him the truth,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_247' name='page_247'></a>247</span>
+Madame? The man may have other information of
+value.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I looked at the soldier, and his eyes were grave and
+honest.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; I answered, &ldquo;it can do no harm.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny&rsquo;s hand was still on my shoulder, but his
+glance did not seek my face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is some low trick here, Barbeau,&rdquo; he began
+soberly, &ldquo;but the details are not clear. Madame has
+trusted me as a friend, and confided all she knows, and
+I will tell the facts to you as I understand them. False
+reports were made to France regarding Captain la
+Chesnayne. We have not learned what they were, or
+who made them, but they were so serious that Louis,
+by royal decree, issued order that his estates revert to
+the crown. Later La Chesnayne&rsquo;s friends got the ear
+of the King, no doubt through Frontenac, ever loyal to
+him, and by royal order the estates were restored to
+his ownership. This order of restoration reached
+Quebec soon after La Barre was appointed Governor,
+and was never made public. It was suppressed by
+someone, and La Chesnayne was killed three months
+later, without knowing that he had won the favor of
+the King.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But Cassion knew; he was ever hand in glove with
+La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We have cause to suspect so, and now, after listening
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_248' name='page_248'></a>248</span>
+to your tale, to believe that Captain la Chesnayne&rsquo;s
+death was part of a carefully formed plot. By accident
+the lady here learned of the conspiracy, through overhearing
+a conversation, but was discovered by La
+Barre hiding behind the curtains of his office. To keep
+her quiet she was forced into marriage with Francois
+Cassion, and bidden to accompany him on this journey
+to Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I see,&rdquo; commented Barbeau shrewdly. &ldquo;Such
+marriage would place the property in their control by
+law. Had Cassion sought marriage previously?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>His eyes were upon me as he asked the question, and
+I answered him frankly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He visited often at the home of my Uncle, Hugo
+Chevet, and, while he never spoke to me directly of
+marriage, I was told he desired me for his wife and
+at the palace he so presented me to Monsieur La
+Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;On pledge of Chevet, no doubt. Your uncle knew
+of your fortune?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No; he supposed me penniless; he thought it a
+great honor done me by the favorite of the Governor&rsquo;s.
+&rsquo;Twas my belief he expected some reward for persuading
+me to accept the offer.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And this Chevet&ndash;&ndash;what became of him?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He accompanied us on the journey, also upon order
+of Monsieur la Barre, who, no doubt, thought he
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_249' name='page_249'></a>249</span>
+would be safer in the wilderness than in Quebec. He
+was murdered at St. Ignace.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Murdered?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, struck down from behind with a knife. No
+one knows who did it, but Cassion has charged the
+crime against Sieur de Artigny, and circumstances are
+such he will find it difficult to prove his innocence.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The soldier stood silent, evidently reviewing in his
+mind all that had been told him, his eyes narrowed into
+slits as he gazed thoughtfully at us both.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Bah</i>,&rdquo; he exclaimed at last, &ldquo;the riddle is not so
+hard to read, although, no doubt the trick has been well
+played. I know Governor La Barre, and this Francois
+Cassion, for I have served under both, while Monsieur
+la Chesnayne was my Captain, and friend. I was not
+always a soldier, Madame, and once I sought holy
+orders, but the flesh was weak. However, the experiment
+gave me education, and led to comradeship with
+those above me in station&ndash;&ndash;discipline in the wilderness
+is not rigid. Many a night at the campfire have I
+talked with my captain. And I have heard before of
+this Sieur de Artigny, and of how loyally he has served
+M. de la Salle. Monsieur de Tonty told the tale to
+M. de la Durantaye, mayhap a month ago, and I overheard.
+So I possess faith in him as a gallant man, and
+have desire to serve you both. May I tell you what,
+in my judgment, seems best for you to do?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_250' name='page_250'></a>250</span></div>
+<p>I glanced at De Artigny, and his eyes gave me
+courage.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, you are a French soldier,&rdquo; I answered,
+&ldquo;an educated man also, and my father&rsquo;s friend. I will
+listen gladly.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>His eyes smiled, and he swept the earth with his cap.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then my plan is this&ndash;&ndash;leave Monsieur Cassion to
+go his way, and let me be your guide southward. I
+know the trails, and the journey is not difficult. M. de
+la Durantaye is camped at the portage of the Des
+Plaines, having but a handful of men to be sure, yet
+he is a gallant officer, and no enemy to La Salle, although
+he serves the Governor. He will see justice
+done, and give you both safe convoy to Fort St. Louis,
+where De Tonty knows how to protect his officers.
+Faith! I would like to see Francois Cassion try to
+browbeat that one armed Italian&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twould be one time
+he would meet his match.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny laughed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, you are right there, my friend. I have felt
+the iron-hook, and witnessed how he wins his way
+with white and red. Yet he is no longer in command
+at Fort St. Louis; I bring him orders now from Sieur
+de la Salle bidding him not to interfere with the Governor&rsquo;s
+lieutenants. &rsquo;Tis the Chevalier De Baugis with
+whom we must reckon.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;True, he has control, and men enough, with Cassion&rsquo;s
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_251' name='page_251'></a>251</span>
+party, to enforce his order. And he is a hothead,
+conceited, and holding himself a bit better than
+others, because he bears commission in the King&rsquo;s
+Dragoons. &rsquo;Tis said that he and De Tonty have had
+many a stiff quarrel since he came; but he dare not go
+too far. There are good men there ready to draw
+sword if it ever come to blows&ndash;&ndash;De Tonty, Boisrondet,
+L&rsquo;Espirance, De Marle, and the Algonquins
+camped on the plain below. They would be tigers if
+the Italian spoke the word; while I doubt not M. de la
+Durantaye would throw his influence on the side of
+mercy; he has small love for the Captain of Dragoons.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I spoke quickly, and before De Artigny could voice
+decision.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We will accept your guidance, Monsieur. It is the
+best choice, and now the only one, for the time is past
+when we can expect the return of the canoes. Can we
+not at once begin the journey?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>It was an hour later, after we had eaten, that we
+left the bluff, and turned westward into the great
+woods. Barbeau led the way, moving along the bank
+of a small stream, and I followed, with De Artigny
+close behind. As we had nothing to carry, except the
+soldier&rsquo;s rifle and blanket, we made rapid progress,
+and in less than half an hour, we came to the Indian
+trail, which led southward from Green Bay to the head
+waters of the Des Plaines. It was so faint and dim, a
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_252' name='page_252'></a>252</span>
+mere trace through forest depths, that I would have
+passed it by unseen, but both my companions were
+woodsmen, and there was no sign their trained eyes
+overlooked.</p>
+<p>Once in the trail, however, there was no difficulty in
+following it, although it twisted here and there, in the
+avoiding of obstacles, ever seeking the easier route.
+Barbeau had passed this way before, and recalled many
+a land-mark, occasionally turning, and pointing out to
+us certain peculiarities he had observed on his journey
+north. Once he held us motionless while he crept
+aside, through an intervening fringe of trees to the
+shore of a small lake, coming back with two fine ducks
+dangling from his shoulder.</p>
+<p>Before dark we halted in a little opening, the grass
+green underfoot, and a bank of trees all about, and
+made night camp. There was water near at hand, and
+the fire quickly built gave cheer to the scene, as the
+men prepared supper. The adventures of the day had
+wearied me, and I was very content to lie on Barbeau&rsquo;s
+blanket, and watch them work. While the soldier
+cooked, De Artigny swiftly erected a shelter of boughs,
+within which I was to pass the night. After we had
+eaten, I retired at once, yet for a long time could not
+sleep, but lay looking out at the two men seated before
+the fire smoking. I could hear their voices, and scraps
+of conversation&ndash;&ndash;De Artigny telling the tale of the
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_253' name='page_253'></a>253</span>
+exploration of the great river to its mouth in the salt
+sea, and Barbeau relating many a strange adventure in
+the wilderness. It was a scene long to be remembered&ndash;&ndash;the
+black shadows all about, the silence of the great
+woods, the sense of loneliness, the red and yellow
+flames of the fire, and the two men telling tales of wild
+adventure amid the unknown.</p>
+<p>At last they grew weary also, and lay down, pillowed
+their heads on their arms, and rested motionless. My
+own eyes grew heavy, and I fell asleep.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_254' name='page_254'></a>254</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXII_WE_MEET_WITH_DANGER' id='CHAPTER_XXII_WE_MEET_WITH_DANGER'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2>
+<h3>WE MEET WITH DANGER</h3>
+</div>
+<p>It was late in the afternoon of the second day when
+we arrived at the forks of the Chicago river.
+There was a drizzle of rain in the air, and never saw I
+a more desolate spot; a bare, dreary plain, and away
+to the eastward a glimpse of the lake.</p>
+<p>A hut of logs, a mere shack scarcely fit for shelter,
+stood on a slight eminence, giving wide view in every
+direction, but it was unoccupied, the door ajar. Barbeau,
+in advance, stared at it in surprise, gave utterance
+to an oath, and ran forward to peer within. Close
+behind him I caught a glimpse of the interior, my own
+heart heavy with disappointment.</p>
+<p>If this miserable place had been the headquarters of
+M. de la Durantaye, evidently it was so no longer.
+Not a vestige of occupancy remained, save a rotten
+blanket on the floor, and a broken bench in one corner.
+Rude bunks lined two walls, and a table hewed from a
+log stood in the center of the dirt floor. On this was
+a paper pinned to the wood by a broken knife blade.
+Barbeau grasped it, and read the writing, handing it
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_255' name='page_255'></a>255</span>
+back to me. It was a scrawl of a few words, yet told
+the whole story.</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>&ldquo;Francois Cassion, under commission of Governor
+la Barre, arrived with party of soldiers and Indians.
+At his orders we accompany the force to Fort St.
+Louis.</p>
+<p class='ralign'>&ldquo;De la Durantaye.&rdquo;</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>&ldquo;Perhaps it is as well,&rdquo; commented De Artigny
+lightly. &ldquo;At least as far as my good health goes; but
+&rsquo;tis like to make a hard journey for you, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Is it far yet until we attain the fort?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A matter of twenty-five leagues; of no moment
+had we a boat in which to float down stream, but the
+trail, as I remember, is rough.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Perchance there may be a boat,&rdquo; interrupted Barbeau.
+&ldquo;There was the wreck of an Indian canoe a
+mile below here on the Des Plaines, not so damaged
+as to be beyond repair, and here is a hatchet which we
+will find useful.&rdquo; He stooped and picked it up from
+under the bench. &ldquo;One thing is certain&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis useless
+to remain here; they have left the place as bare as a
+desert. &rsquo;Tis my choice that we make the Des Plaines
+before dark.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And mine also; are you too greatly wearied,
+Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I? Oh, no! to escape this desolate place I will go
+gladly. Have men really lived here?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_256' name='page_256'></a>256</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, more than once,&rdquo; replied De Artigny. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis
+said the <i>engag&eacute;s</i> of P&egrave;re Marquette built this hut, and
+that it sheltered him an entire winter. Twice I have
+been here before, once for weeks, waiting the arrival
+of the <i>Griffin</i>, alone with Sieur de la Salle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The <i>Griffin</i>?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The ship which was to bring us provisions and
+men. &rsquo;Twas a year later we learned that she went
+down in the sea, with all aboard. How long was M. de
+la Durantaye on station here?&rdquo; he turned to
+Barbeau.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis three months since we came from St. Ignace&ndash;&ndash;a
+dreary time enough, and for what purpose I could
+never guess. In that time all we have seen has been
+Indian hunters. I cannot bear to remain even for
+another night. Are we ready, Madame? Shall we
+go?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Des Plaines was a narrow stream, flowing
+quietly through prairie land, although bordered along
+its shores by a thin fringe of trees. We moved down
+along its eastern bank for perhaps a half league, when
+we came to the edge of a swamp and made camp.
+De Artigny built a fire, and prepared my tent of
+boughs, while Barbeau waded out around a point in
+search of the wrecked canoe. He came back just at
+dusk towing it behind him through the shallow water,
+and the two men managed to drag it far enough up
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_257' name='page_257'></a>257</span>
+the bank to enable the water to drain out. Later, aided
+by a flaming torch, we looked it over, and decided the
+canoe could be made to float again. It required two
+days&rsquo; work, however, before we ventured to trust ourselves
+to its safety.</p>
+<p>But the dawn of the third day saw us afloat on the
+sluggish current, the two men plying improvised paddles
+to increase our speed, while I busied myself in
+keeping the frail craft free from water by constant use
+of a tin cup. This oozed in through numerous ill-fitting
+seams, but not fast enough to swamp us in midstream,
+although the amount gained steadily on me in
+spite of every effort, and we occasionally had to make
+shore to free us of the encumbrance.</p>
+<p>Yet this voyage south along the Des Plaines was far
+from unpleasant, despite the labor involved and the
+discomfort of the leaking canoe. The men were full
+of cheer and hope, some of it possibly assumed to
+strengthen my courage, but no less effective&ndash;&ndash;Barbeau
+telling many an anecdote of his long service in
+strange places, exhibiting a sense of humor which kept
+us in continuous laughter. He was, indeed, a typical
+adventurer, gay and debonair in presence of peril, and
+apparently without a care in the world. De Artigny
+caught something of the fellow&rsquo;s spirit, being young
+enough himself to love excitement, and related in turn,
+to the music of the splashing paddles, numerous incidents
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_258' name='page_258'></a>258</span>
+of his wild exploits with La Salle and De Tonty
+along the great rivers of the West.</p>
+<p>It all interested me, these glimpses of rough forest
+life, and I questioned them both eagerly, learning many
+a truth the histories fail to tell. Particularly did I listen
+breathlessly to the story of their adventurous first
+voyage along the Illinois, following the trail of raiding
+Iroquois, amid scenes of death and destruction. The
+very horrors pictured fascinated me even, although
+the grim reality was completely beyond my power of
+imagination.</p>
+<p>&rsquo;Twas thus we passed the hours of daylight, struggling
+with the current, forcing our way past obstacles,
+seeking the shore to drain off water, every moment
+bringing to us a new vista, and a new peril, yet ever
+encouraged by memory of those who had toiled along
+this stream before us. At night, under the stars and
+beside the blaze of campfire, Barbeau sang rollicking
+soldier songs, and occasionally De Artigny joined him
+in the choruses. To all appearances we were absolutely
+alone in the desolation of the wilderness. Not
+once in all that distance did we perceive sign of human
+life, nor had we cause to feel the slightest uneasiness
+regarding savage enemies.</p>
+<p>Both men believed there was peace in the valley,
+except for the jealousy between the white factions at
+Fort St. Louis, and that the various Algonquin tribes
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_259' name='page_259'></a>259</span>
+were living quietly in their villages under protection
+of the Rock. De Artigny described what a wonderful
+sight it was, looking down from the high palisades to
+the broad meadows below, covered with tepees, and
+alive with peaceful Indians. He named the tribes
+which had gathered there for protection, trusting in
+La Salle, and believing De Tonty their friend&ndash;&ndash;Illini,
+Shawnees, Abenakies, Miamis, Mohegans&ndash;&ndash;at one
+time reaching a total of twenty thousand souls. There
+they camped, guarded by the great fort towering above
+them, on the same sacred spot where years before the
+Jesuit Marquette had preached to them the gospel of
+the Christ. So we had no fear of savages, and rested
+in peace at our night camps, singing aloud, and sleeping
+without guard. Every day Barbeau went ashore
+for an hour, with his rifle, tramping along beside us
+through the shadowing forest screen, seeking game,
+and always coming back with plenty. We would hear
+the sharp report of his gun breaking the silence, and
+turn the prow of our canoe shoreward and pick him
+up again.</p>
+<p>Owing to the leaking of our canoe, and many difficulties
+experienced, we were three days in reaching the
+spot where the Illinois and the Fox rivers joined their
+waters, and swept forward in one broad stream. The
+time of our arrival at this spot was early in the afternoon,
+and, as De Artigny said Fort St. Louis was
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_260' name='page_260'></a>260</span>
+situated scarce ten miles below, our long journey
+seemed nearly ended. We anticipated reaching there
+before night, and, in spite of my fear of the reception
+awaiting us, my heart was light with hope and
+expectation.</p>
+<p>I was but a girl in years, excitement was still to me
+a delight, and I had listened to so many tales, romantic,
+wonderful, of this wilderness fortress, perched upon a
+rock, that my vivid imagination had weaved about it
+an atmosphere of marvel. The beauty of the view
+from its palisades, the vast concourse of Indians encamped
+on the plains below, and those men guarding
+its safety&ndash;&ndash;the faithful comrades of La Salle in
+explorations of the unknown, De Tonty, Boisrondet,
+and all the others, had long since become to my mind
+the incarnation of romantic adventure. Wilderness
+born, I could comprehend and appreciate their toils and
+dangers, and my dreams centered about this great,
+lonely rock on which they had established a home. But
+the end was not yet. Just below the confluence of the
+rivers there was a village of the Tamaroas, and the
+prow of our canoe touched the bank, while De Artigny
+stepped ashore amid a tangle of low-growing bushes,
+that he might have speech with some of the warriors,
+and thus learn conditions at the fort. With his foot
+on the bank, he turned laughing, and held out his
+hand to me.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_261' name='page_261'></a>261</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Come, Madame,&rdquo; he said pleasantly, &ldquo;you have
+never seen a village of our western tribes; it will interest
+you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I joined him gladly, my limbs feeling awkward
+under me, from long cramping in the boat, yet the
+climb was not difficult, and he held back the boughs
+to give me easy passage. Beyond the fringe of brush
+there was an open space, but as we reached this, both
+paused, stricken dumb by horror at the sight which met
+our view. The ground before us was strewn with
+dead, and mutilated bodies, and was black with ashes
+where the tepees had been burned, and their contents
+scattered broadcast.</p>
+<p>Never before had I seen such view of devastation,
+of relentless, savage cruelty, and I gave utterance to
+a sudden sob, and shrank back against De Artigny&rsquo;s
+arm, hiding my eyes with my hand. He stood and
+stared, motionless, breathing heavily, unconsciously
+gripping my arm.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>!&rdquo; he burst forth, at last. &ldquo;What
+meaneth this? Are the wolves again loose in the
+valley?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He drew me back, until we were both concealed
+behind a fringe of leaves, his whole manner alert, every
+instinct of the woodsman instantly awakened.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Remain here hidden,&rdquo; he whispered, &ldquo;until I learn
+the truth; we may face grave peril below.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_262' name='page_262'></a>262</span></div>
+<p>He left me trembling, and white-lipped, yet I made
+no effort to restrain him. The horror of those dead
+bodies gripped me, but I would not have him know
+the terror which held me captive. With utmost caution
+he crept forth, and I lay in the shadow of the
+covert, watching his movements. Body after body he
+approached seeking some victim alive, and able to tell
+the story. But there was none. At last he stood erect,
+satisfied that none beside the dead were on that awful
+spot, and came back to me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not one lives,&rdquo; he said soberly, &ldquo;and there are
+men, women and children there. The story is one
+easily told&ndash;&ndash;an attack at daylight from the woods
+yonder. There has been no fighting; a massacre of
+the helpless and unarmed.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But who did such deed of blood?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the work of the Iroquois; the way they
+scalped tells that, and besides I saw other signs.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The Iroquois,&rdquo; I echoed incredulous, for that name
+was the terror of my childhood. &ldquo;How came these
+savages so far to the westward?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Their war parties range to the great river,&rdquo; he
+answered. &ldquo;We followed their bloody trail when first
+we came to this valley. It was to gain protection from
+these raiders that the Algonquins gathered about the
+fort. We fought the fiends twice, and drove them
+back, yet now they are here again. Come, Adele, we
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_263' name='page_263'></a>263</span>
+must return to the canoe, and consult with Barbeau.
+He has seen much of Indian war.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The canoe rode close in under the bank, Barbeau
+holding it with grasp on a great root. He must have
+read in our faces some message of alarm, for he
+exclaimed before either of us could speak.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is it?&ndash;&ndash;the Iroquois?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; why did you guess that?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have seen signs for an hour past which made me
+fear this might be true. That was why I held the
+boat so close to the bank. The village has been
+attacked?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, surprised, and massacred; the ground is covered
+with the dead, and the tepees are burned. Madame
+is half crazed with the shock.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Barbeau took no heed, his eyes scarce glancing at
+me, so eager was he to learn details.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The fiends were in force then?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Their moccasin tracks were everywhere. I could
+not be sure where they entered the village, but they
+left by way of the Fox. I counted on the sand the
+imprint of ten canoes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Deep and broad?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, war boats; &rsquo;tis likely some of them would hold
+twenty warriors; the beasts are here in force.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>It was all so still, so peaceful about us that I felt
+dazed, incapable of comprehending our great danger.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_264' name='page_264'></a>264</span>
+The river swept past, its waters murmuring gently, and
+the wooded banks were cool and green. Not a sound
+awoke the echoes, and the horror I had just witnessed
+seemed almost a dream.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Where are they now?&rdquo; I questioned faintly.
+&ldquo;Have they gone back to their own country?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Small hope of that,&rdquo; answered De Artigny, &ldquo;or
+we would have met with them before this, or other
+signs of their passage. They are below, either at the
+fort, or planning attack on the Indian villages beyond.
+What think you, Barbeau?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have never been here,&rdquo; he said slowly, &ldquo;so cannot
+tell what chance the red devils might have against
+the white men at St. Louis. But they are below us on
+the river, no doubt of that, and engaged in some hell
+act. I know the Iroquois, and how they conduct war.
+&rsquo;Twill be well for us to think it all out with care before
+we venture farther. Come, De Artigny, tell me what
+you know&ndash;&ndash;is the fort one to be defended against
+Iroquois raiders?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis strong; built on a high rock, and approachable
+only at the rear. Given time they might starve the
+garrison, or drive them mad with thirst, for I doubt
+if there be men enough there to make sortie against
+a large war party.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But the Indian allies&ndash;&ndash;the Algonquins?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;One war whoop of an Iroquois would scatter them
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_265' name='page_265'></a>265</span>
+like sheep. They are no fighters, save under white
+leadership, and &rsquo;tis likely enough their villages are
+already like this one yonder, scenes of horror. I have
+seen all this before, Barbeau, and this is no mere raid
+of a few scattered warriors, seeking adventure and
+scalps; &rsquo;tis an organized war party. The Iroquois have
+learned of the trouble in New France, of La Salle&rsquo;s
+absence from this valley; they know of the few fighting
+men at the Rock, and that De Tonty is no longer
+in command. They are here to sweep the French out
+of this Illinois country, and have given no warning.
+They surprised the Indian villages first, killed every
+Algonquin they could find, and are now besieging the
+Rock. And what have they to oppose them? More
+than they thought, no doubt, for Cassion and De la
+Durantaye must have reached there safely, yet at the
+best, the white defenders will scarcely number fifty
+men, and quarreling among themselves like mad dogs.
+There is but one thing for us to do, Barbeau&ndash;&ndash;reach
+the fort.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, but how? There will be death now, haunting
+us every foot of the way.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny turned his head, and his eyes met mine
+questioningly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is a passage I know,&rdquo; he said gravely, &ldquo;below
+the south banks yonder, but there will be peril in
+it&ndash;&ndash;a peril to which I dread to expose the lady.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_266' name='page_266'></a>266</span></div>
+<p>I stood erect, no longer paralyzed by fear, realizing
+my duty.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do not hesitate because of me, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said
+calmly. &ldquo;French women have always done their part,
+and I shall not fail. Explain to us your plan.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_267' name='page_267'></a>267</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXIII_THE_WORDS_OF_LOVE' id='CHAPTER_XXIII_THE_WORDS_OF_LOVE'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXIII</h2>
+<h3>THE WORDS OF LOVE</h3>
+</div>
+<p>His eyes brightened, and his hand sought mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The spirit of the old days; the words of a
+soldier&rsquo;s daughter, hey, Barbeau?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A La Chesnayne could make no other choice,&rdquo; he
+answered loyally. &ldquo;But we have no time to waste
+here in compliment. You know a safe passage, you
+say?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not a safe one, yet a trail which may still remain
+open, for it is known to but few. Let us aboard, and
+cross to the opposite shore, where we will hide the
+canoe, and make our way through the forest. Once
+safely afoot yonder I will make my purpose clear.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>A dozen strokes landed us on the other bank, where
+the canoe was drawn up, and concealed among the
+bushes, while we descended a slight declivity, and
+found ourselves in the silence of a great wood. Here
+De Artigny paused to make certain his sense of
+direction.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I will go forward slightly in advance,&rdquo; he said, at
+last, evidently having determined upon his course.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And we will move slowly, and as noiselessly as
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_268' name='page_268'></a>268</span>
+possible. No one ever knows where the enemy are to
+be met with in Indian campaign, and we are without
+arms, except for Barbeau&rsquo;s gun.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I retain my pistol,&rdquo; I interrupted.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Of small value since its immersion in the lake; as
+to myself I must trust to my knife. Madame you will
+follow me, but merely close enough to make sure of
+your course through the woods, while Barbeau will
+guard the rear. Are both ready?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Perhaps it might be well to explain more clearly
+what you propose,&rdquo; said the soldier. &ldquo;Then if we
+become separated we could figure out the proper direction
+to follow.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not a bad thought that. It is a rough road ahead,
+heavily wooded, and across broken land. My route
+is almost directly west, except that we bear slightly
+south to keep well away from the river. Three leagues
+will bring us to a small stream which empties into the
+Illinois. There is a faint trail along its eastern bank
+which leads to the rear of the Rock, where it is possible
+for one knowing the way to attain the palisades
+of the fort. If we can attain this trail before dark we
+can make the remaining distance by night. Here, let
+me show you,&rdquo; and he drew with a sharp stick a hasty
+map on the ground. &ldquo;Now you understand; if we
+become separated, keep steadily westward until you
+reach a stream flowing north.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_269' name='page_269'></a>269</span></div>
+<p>In this order we took up the march, and as I had
+nothing to bear except a blanket, which I twisted about
+my shoulders, I found little difficulty in following my
+leader. At first the underbrush was heavy, and the
+ground very broken, so that oftentimes I lost sight
+entirely of De Artigny, but as he constantly broke
+branches to mark his passage, and the sun served as
+guidance, I had small difficulty in keeping the proper
+direction. To our right along the river appeared
+masses of isolated rock, and these we skirted closely,
+always in the shadow and silence of great trees.
+Within half an hour we had emerged from the retarding
+underbrush, and came out into an open wood,
+where the walking was much easier.</p>
+<p>I could look down the aisles of the trees for long
+distances, and no longer experienced any difficulty in
+keeping within sight of my leader. All sense of fear
+had passed away, we seemed so alone in the silent forest,
+although once I thought I heard the report of a
+distant gun, which brought back to mind a vision of
+that camp of death we had left behind. It was a
+wearisome tramp over the rough ground, for while
+De Artigny found passage through the hollows wherever
+possible, yet we were obliged to climb many hills,
+and once to pick our way cautiously through a sickly
+swamp, springing from hummock to hummock to keep
+from sinking deep in slimy ooze.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_270' name='page_270'></a>270</span></div>
+<p>De Artigny came back and aided me here, speaking
+words of encouragement, and assuring me that the
+trail we sought was only a short distance beyond. I
+laughed at his solicitude, claiming to be good for many
+a mile yet, and he left me, never realizing that I already
+staggered from weariness.</p>
+<p>However we must have made excellent progress, for
+the sun had not entirely disappeared when we emerged
+from the dark wood shadows into a narrow, grassy
+valley, through which flowed a silvery stream, not
+broad, but deep. Assured that this must be the water
+we sought, I sank to the ground, eager for a moment&rsquo;s
+rest, but De Artigny, tireless still, moved back and
+forward along the edge of the forest to assure himself
+of the safety of our surroundings. Barbeau joined
+him, and questioned.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We have reached the trail?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, beside the shore yonder; see you anything of
+Indian tepees across the stream to the left?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Below, there are wigwams there just in the edge
+of the grove. You can see the outlines from here; but
+I make out no moving figures.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Deserted then; the cowards have run away. They
+could not have been attacked, or the tepees would have
+been burned.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;An Algonquin village?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Miamis. I had hoped we might gain assistance
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_271' name='page_271'></a>271</span>
+there, but they have either joined the whites in the
+fort, or are hiding in the woods. &rsquo;Tis evident we must
+save ourselves.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And how far is it?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To the fort? A league or two, and a rough climb
+at the farther end through the dark. We will wait
+here until after dusk, eat such food as we have without
+fire, and rest up for a bit of venture. The next
+trip will test us all, and Madame is weary enough
+already.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;An hour will put me right,&rdquo; I said, smiling at him,
+yet making no attempt to rise. &ldquo;I have been in a boat
+so long I have lost all strength in my limbs.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We feel that, all of us,&rdquo; cheerily, &ldquo;but come Barbeau,
+unpack, and let us have what cheer we can.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I know not when food was ever more welcome,
+although it was simple enough to be sure&ndash;&ndash;a bit of
+hard cracker, and some jerked deer meat, washed down
+by water from the stream&ndash;&ndash;yet hunger served to make
+these welcome. We were at the edge of the wood,
+already growing dark and dreary with the shadows of
+approaching night. The wind, what there was, was
+from the south, and, if there was any firing at the
+fort, no sound of it reached us. Once we imagined
+we saw a skulking figure on the opposite bank&ndash;&ndash;an
+Indian Barbeau insisted&ndash;&ndash;but it disappeared so suddenly
+as to make us doubt our own eyes.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_272' name='page_272'></a>272</span></div>
+<p>The loneliness and peril of our situation had tendency
+to keep us silent, although De Artigny endeavored
+to cheer me with kindly speech, and gave Barbeau careful
+description of the trail leading to the fort gate. If
+aught happened to him, we were to press on until we
+attained shelter. The way in which the words were
+said brought a lump into my throat, and before I knew
+the significance of the action, my hand clasped his. I
+felt the grip of his fingers, and saw his face turn toward
+me in the dusk. Barbeau got to his feet, gun in hand,
+and stood shading his eyes.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I would like a closer view of that village yonder,&rdquo;
+he said, &ldquo;and will go down the bank a hundred yards
+or so.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill do no harm,&rdquo; returned De Artigny, still
+clasping my hand. &ldquo;There is time yet before we make
+our venture.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He disappeared in the shadows, leaving us alone,
+and I glanced aside at De Artigny&rsquo;s face, my heart
+beating fiercely.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You did not like to hear me speak as I did?&rdquo; he
+questioned quietly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; I answered honestly, &ldquo;the thought startled
+me. If&ndash;&ndash;if anything happened to you, I&ndash;&ndash;I should
+be all alone.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He bent lower, still grasping my fingers, and seeking
+to compel my eyes to meet his.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_273' name='page_273'></a>273</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Adele,&rdquo; he whispered, &ldquo;why is it necessary for us
+to keep up this masquerade?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What masquerade, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;This pretense at mere friendship,&rdquo; he insisted,
+&ldquo;when we could serve each other better by a frank
+confession of the truth. You love me&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; and I tried to draw my hand away. &ldquo;I
+am the wife of Francois Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I care nothing for that unholy alliance. You are
+his only by form. Do you know what that marriage
+has cost me? Insults, ever since we left Quebec. The
+coward knew I dare not lay hand upon him, because
+he was your husband. We would have crossed steel
+a hundred times, but for my memory of you. I could
+not kill the cur, for to do so would separate us forever.
+So I bore his taunts, his reviling, his curses, his
+orders that were insults. You think it was easy? I
+am a woodsman, a lieutenant of La Salle&rsquo;s, and it has
+never before been my way to receive insult without a
+blow. We are not of that breed. Yet I bore it for
+your sake&ndash;&ndash;why? Because I loved you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Monsieur!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis naught to the shame of either of us,&rdquo; he continued,
+now speaking with a calmness which held me
+silent. &ldquo;And I wish you to know the truth, so far as
+I can make it clear. This has been in my mind for
+weeks, and I say it to you now as solemnly as though
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_274' name='page_274'></a>274</span>
+I knelt before a father confessor. You have been to
+me a memory of inspiration ever since we first met
+years ago at that convent in Quebec. I dreamed of
+you in the wilderness, in the canoe on the great river,
+and here at St. Louis. Never did <i>voyageur</i> go eastward
+but I asked him to bring me word from you, and
+each one, bore from me a message of greeting.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I received none, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I know that; even Sieur de la Salle failed to learn
+your dwelling place. Yet when he finally chose me
+as his comrade on this last journey, while I would
+have followed him gladly even to death, the one hope
+which held me to the hardships of the trail, was the
+chance thus given of seeking you myself.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It was I you sought then at the home of Hugo
+Chevet? not service under Francois Cassion? Yet,
+when we met, you knew me not.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nay; I had no thought that you were there. &rsquo;Twas
+told me in Quebec&ndash;&ndash;for what cause I cannot decide&ndash;&ndash;that
+you had returned to France. I had given up all
+hope, and that very fact made me blind to your
+identity. Indeed, I scarce comprehended that you were
+really Adele la Chesnayne, until we were alone together
+in the palace of the Intendant. After I left you there,
+left you facing La Barre; left you knowing of your
+forced engagement to his commissaire, I reached a
+decision&ndash;&ndash;I meant to accompany his party to Montreal,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_275' name='page_275'></a>275</span>
+find some excuse on the way for quarrel, and
+return to Quebec&ndash;&ndash;and you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He paused, but I uttered no word, conscious that my
+cheeks were burning hotly, and afraid to lift my eyes
+to his face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You know the rest. I have made the whole journey;
+I have borne insult, the charge of crime, merely
+that I might remain, and serve you. Why do I say
+this? Because tonight&ndash;&ndash;if we succeed in getting
+through the Indian lines&ndash;&ndash;I shall be again among my
+old comrades, and shall be no longer a servant to
+Francois Cassion. I shall stand before him a man, an
+equal, ready to prove myself with the steel&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur,&rdquo; I burst forth, &ldquo;that must not be;
+for my sake you will not quarrel!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;For your sake? You would have me spare him?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, why do you put it thus, Monsieur! It is so
+hard for me to explain. You say you love me, and&ndash;&ndash;and
+the words bring me joy. Ay, I confess that. But
+do you not see that a blow from your hand struck at
+Francois Cassion would separate us forever? Surely
+that is not the end you seek. I would not have you
+bear affront longer, yet no open quarrel will serve to
+better our affairs. Certainly no clash of swords. Perhaps
+it cannot be avoided, for Cassion may so insult
+you when he sees us together, as to let his insolence
+go beyond restraint. But I beg of you, Monsieur, to
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_276' name='page_276'></a>276</span>
+hold your hand, to restrain your temper&ndash;&ndash;for my
+sake.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You make it a trial, a test?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes&ndash;&ndash;it is a test. But, Monsieur, there is more
+involved here than mere happiness. You must be
+cleared of the charge of crime, and I must learn the
+truth of what caused my marriage. Without these
+facts the future can hold out no hope for either of us.
+And there is only one way in which this end can be
+accomplished&ndash;&ndash;a confession by Cassion. He alone
+knows the entire story of the conspiracy, and there is
+but one way in which he can be induced to talk.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You mean the same method you proposed to me
+back on the Ottawa?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I faced him frankly, my eyes meeting his, no shade
+of hesitation in my voice.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur, I mean that. You refused me
+before, but I see no harm, no wrong in the suggestion.
+If the men we fought were honorable I might hesitate&ndash;&ndash;but
+they have shown no sense of honor. They have
+made me their victim, and I am fully justified in turning
+their own weapons against them. I have never
+hesitated in my purpose, and I shall not now. I shall
+use the weapons which God has put into my hands to
+wring from him the bitter truth&ndash;&ndash;the weapons of a
+woman, love, and jealousy. Monsieur, am I to fight
+this fight alone?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_277' name='page_277'></a>277</span></div>
+<p>At first I thought he would not answer me, although
+his hand grip tightened, and his eyes looked down into
+mine, as though he would read the very secret of my
+heart.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Perhaps I did not understand before,&rdquo; he said at
+last, &ldquo;all that was involved in your decision. I must
+know now the truth from your own lips before I pledge
+myself.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ask me what you please; I am not too proud to
+answer.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I think there must be back of this choice of yours
+something more vital than hate, more impelling than
+revenge.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;May I ask you what?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur, and I feel no shame in answering;
+I love you! Is that enough?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Enough! my sweetheart&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Hush!&rdquo; I interrupted, &ldquo;not now&ndash;&ndash;Barbeau returns
+yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_278' name='page_278'></a>278</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXIV_WE_ATTACK_THE_SAVAGES' id='CHAPTER_XXIV_WE_ATTACK_THE_SAVAGES'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXIV</h2>
+<h3>WE ATTACK THE SAVAGES</h3>
+</div>
+<p>It was already so dark that the soldier was almost
+upon us before I perceived his shadow, but it was
+evident enough from his first words that he had overheard
+none of our conversation.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There are no Indians in the village,&rdquo; he said
+gruffly, leaning on his gun, and staring at us. &ldquo;I got
+across to a small island, along the trunk of a dead tree,
+and had good view of the whole bank yonder. The
+tepees stand, but not a squaw, nor a dog is left.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Were there any canoes in sight along the shore?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only one, broken beyond repair.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then, as I read the story, the tribe fled down the
+stream, either to join the others on the Illinois, or the
+whites at the fort. They were evidently not attacked,
+but had news of the coming of the Iroquois, and
+escaped without waiting to give battle. &rsquo;Tis not likely
+the wolves will overlook this village long. Are we
+ready to go forward?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, the venture must be made, and it is dark
+enough now.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny&rsquo;s hand pressed my shoulder.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_279' name='page_279'></a>279</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;I would that I could remain with you, Madame,&rdquo;
+he said quietly, &ldquo;but as I know the way my place is
+in advance. Barbeau must be your protector.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nor could I ask for a braver. Do not permit any
+thought of me to make you less vigilant, Monsieur.
+You expect to gain the fort unseen?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis merely a chance we take&ndash;&ndash;the only one,&rdquo; he
+explained briefly. &ldquo;I cannot even be certain the fort
+is in state of siege, yet, without doubt those warriors
+who went down the river would be in position to prevent
+our approaching the rock by canoe. There is a
+secret path here, known only to La Salle&rsquo;s officers,
+which, however, should give us entrance, unless some
+wandering Iroquois has discovered it by accident. We
+must approach with the utmost caution, yet I do not
+anticipate great peril. Barbeau, do not become separated
+from Madame, but let me precede you by a
+hundred paces&ndash;&ndash;you will have no trouble following
+the trail.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He disappeared in the darkness, vanishing silently,
+and we stood motionless waiting our turn to advance.
+Neither spoke, Barbeau leaning forward, his gun extended,
+alert and ready. The intense darkness, the
+quiet night, the mystery lurking amid those shadows
+beyond, all combined to arouse within me a sense of
+danger. I could feel the swift pounding of my heart,
+and I clasped the sleeve of the soldier&rsquo;s jacket merely
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_280' name='page_280'></a>280</span>
+to assure myself of his actual presence. The pressure
+of my fingers caused him to glance about.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do not be frightened, Madame,&rdquo; he whispered
+encouragingly. &ldquo;There would be firing yonder if the
+Iroquois blocked our path.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Fear not for me,&rdquo; I answered, surprised at the
+steadiness of my voice. &ldquo;It is the lonely silence which
+makes me shrink; as soon as we advance I shall have
+my nerve again. Have we not waited long enough?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, come; but be careful where you place your
+feet.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He led the way, walking with such slow caution,
+that, although I followed step by step, not a sound
+reached my ears. Dark as the night was, our eyes,
+accustomed to the gloom, were able to distinguish the
+marks of the trail, and follow its windings without
+much difficulty. Many a moccasined foot had passed
+that way before us, beating down a hard path through
+the sod, and pressing aside the low bushes which helped
+to conceal the passage. At first we followed rather
+closely the bank of the stream; then the narrow trail
+swerved to the right, entering a gap between two hills,
+ever tending to a higher altitude. We circled about
+large rocks, and up a ravine, through which we found
+barely room for passage, the walls rising steep and
+high on either side. It was intensely dark down there,
+yet impossible for us to escape the trail, and at the
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_281' name='page_281'></a>281</span>
+end of that passage we emerged into an open space,
+enclosed with woods, and having a grit of sand under
+foot. Here the trail seemed to disappear, but Barbeau
+struck straight across, and in the forest shade
+beyond we found De Artigny waiting.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do not shoot,&rdquo; he whispered. &ldquo;I was afraid you
+might misjudge the way here, as the sand leaves no
+clear trace. The rest of the passage is through the
+woods, and up a steep hill. You are not greatly
+wearied, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, no; I have made some false steps in the dark,
+but the pace has been slow. Do we approach the
+fort?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A half league beyond; a hundred yards more, and
+we begin the climb. There we will be in the zone of
+danger, although thus far I perceive no sign of Indian
+presence. Have you, Barbeau?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;None except this feather of a war bonnet I picked
+up at the big rock below.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A feather! Is it Iroquois?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is cut square, and no Algonquin ever does that.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, let me see! You are right, Barbeau; &rsquo;twas
+dropped from a Tuscarora war bonnet. Then the
+wolves have been this way.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Could it not be possible,&rdquo; I asked, &ldquo;that the
+feather was spoil of war dropped by some Miami in
+flight?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_282' name='page_282'></a>282</span></div>
+<p>He shook his head.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Possible perhaps, but not probable; some white
+man may have passed this way with trophy, but no
+Illinois Indian would dare such venture. I have seen
+them before in Iroquois foray. I like not the sign,
+Barbeau, yet there is naught for us to do now, but go
+on. We dare not be found without the fort at daybreak.
+Keep within thirty paces of me, and guard the
+lady well.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>It was a dense woods we entered, and how Barbeau
+kept to the trail will ever be to me a mystery. No
+doubt the instinct of a woodsman guided him somewhat,
+and then, with his moccasined feet, he could
+feel the slight depression in the earth, and thus cling
+to the narrow path. I would have been lost in a
+moment, had I not clung to him, and we moved forward
+like two snails, scarcely venturing to breathe, our
+motions as silent as a wild panther stalking its prey.</p>
+<p>Except for a faint rustling of leaves overhead no
+sound was distinguishable, although once we were
+startled by some wild thing scurrying across our path,
+the sudden noise it made causing me to give utterance
+to a half-stifled cry. I could feel how tense was every
+muscle in the soldier&rsquo;s body, as he advanced steadily
+step by step, his gun flung forward, each nerve
+strained to the utmost.</p>
+<p>We crossed the wood, and began to climb among
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_283' name='page_283'></a>283</span>
+loose stones, finally finding solid rock beneath our feet,
+the path skirting the edge of what seemed to be a deep
+gash in the earth, and winding about wherever it
+could find passage. The way grew steeper and
+steeper, and more difficult to traverse, although, as we
+thus rose above the tree limit, the shadows became less
+dense, and we were able dimly to perceive objects a
+yard or two in advance. I strained my eyes over Barbeau&rsquo;s
+shoulder, but could gain no glimpse of De
+Artigny. Then we rounded a sharp edge of rock, and
+met him blocking the narrow way.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The red devils are there,&rdquo; he said, his voice barely
+audible. &ldquo;Beyond the curve in the bank. &rsquo;Twas God&rsquo;s
+mercy I had glimpse in time, or I would have walked
+straight into their midst. A stone dropping into the
+ravine warned me, and I crept on all fours to where
+I could see.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You counted them?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Hardly that in this darkness; yet &rsquo;tis no small
+party. &rsquo;Twould be my judgment there are twenty
+warriors there.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And the fort?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Short rifle shot away. Once past this party, and
+the way is easy. Here is my thought Barbeau. There
+is no firing, and this party of wolves are evidently
+hidden in ambush. They have found the trail, and
+expect some party from the fort to pass this way.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_284' name='page_284'></a>284</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Or else,&rdquo; said the other thoughtfully, &ldquo;they lie
+in wait for an assault at daylight&ndash;&ndash;that would be
+Indian war.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;True, such might be their purpose, but in either
+case one thing remains true&ndash;&ndash;they anticipate no
+attack from below. All their vigilance is in the other
+direction. A swift attack, a surprise will drive them
+into panic. &rsquo;Tis a grave risk I know, but there is no
+other passage to the fort.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If we had arms, it might be done.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We&rsquo;ll give them no time to discover what we have&ndash;&ndash;a
+shot, a yell, a rush forward. &rsquo;Twill all be over
+with before a devil among them gets his second breath.
+Then &rsquo;tis not likely the garrison is asleep. If we
+once get by there will be help in plenty to hold back
+pursuit. &rsquo;Tis a desperate chance I admit, but have
+you better to propose?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The soldier stood silent, fingering his gun, until
+De Artigny asked impatiently:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You have none?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I know not the passage; is there no way around?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No; this trail leads alone to the fort gate. I anticipated
+this, and thought it all out as I came along. In
+the surprise at the first attack, the savages will never
+know whether we be two or a dozen. They will have
+no guard in this direction, and we can creep almost
+upon them before attempting a rush. The two in
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_285' name='page_285'></a>285</span>
+advance should be safely past before they recover
+sufficiently to make any fight. It will be all done in
+the dark, you know.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You will go first, with the lady?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No; that is to be your task; I will cover the rear.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I heard these words, yet it was not my privilege to
+protest. Indeed, I felt that he was right, and my
+courage made response to his decision.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If this be the best way possible,&rdquo; I said quietly,
+for both men glanced questioningly at me, &ldquo;then do
+not think of me as helpless, or a burden. I will do
+all I can to aid you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Never have I doubted that,&rdquo; exclaimed De Artigny
+heartily. &ldquo;So then the affair is settled. Barbeau,
+creep forward about the bank; be a savage now, and
+make no noise until I give the word. You next,
+Madame, and keep close enough to touch your leader.
+The instant I yell, and Barbeau fires, the two of you
+leap up, and rush forward. Pay no heed to me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You would have us desert you, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It will be every one for himself,&rdquo; he answered
+shortly. &ldquo;I take my chance, but shall not be far
+behind.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>We clasped hands, and then, as Barbeau advanced
+to the corner, I followed, my only thought now to
+do all that was required of me. I did not glance backward,
+yet was aware that De Artigny was close behind.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_286' name='page_286'></a>286</span>
+My heart beat fiercely, but I was not conscious of fear,
+although a moment later, I could perceive the dim
+figures of savages. They were but mere vague shadows
+in the night, and I made no attempt to count them,
+only realizing that they were grouped together in the
+trail. I could not have told how they faced, but there
+was a faint sound of guttural speech, which proved
+them unsuspicious of danger. Barbeau, lying low like
+a snake, crept cautiously forward, making not the
+slightest noise, and closely hugging the deeper shadow
+of the bank. I endeavored to imitate his every motion,
+almost dragging my body forward by gripping my fingers
+into the rock-strewn earth.</p>
+<p>We advanced by inches, pausing now and then to
+listen breathlessly to the low murmur of the Indian
+voices, and endeavoring to note any change in the
+posture of the barely distinguishable figures. There
+was no alarm, no changing of places, and the success
+of our approach brought to us new confidence. Once
+a savage form, appearing grotesque in its blanket, suddenly
+stood erect, and we shrunk close to the ground
+in terror of discovery. An instant of agony followed,
+in which we held our breath, staring through the dark,
+every nerve throbbing. But the fellow merely stretched
+his arms lazily, uttered some guttural word, and
+resumed his place.</p>
+<p>Once the gleam of a star reflected from a rifle barrel
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_287' name='page_287'></a>287</span>
+as its owner shifted position; but nothing else
+occurred to halt our steady advance. We were within
+a very few yards of them, so close, indeed, I could distinguish
+the individual forms, when Barbeau paused,
+and, with deliberate caution, rose on one knee. Realizing
+instantly that he was preparing for the desperate
+leap, I also lifted my body, and braced myself for the
+effort. De Artigny touched me, and spoke, but his
+voice was so low it scarcely reached my ears.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do not hesitate; run swift, and straight. Give
+Barbeau the signal.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>What followed is to me a delirium of fever, and
+remains in memory indistinct and uncertain. I reached
+out, and touched Barbeau; I heard the sudden roar of
+De Artigny&rsquo;s voice, the sharp report of the soldier&rsquo;s
+rifle. The flame cut the dark as though it was the
+blade of a knife, and, in the swift red glare, I saw a
+savage fling up his arms and fall headlong. Then all
+was chaos, confusion, death. Nothing touched me,
+not even a gripping hand, but there were Indian shots,
+giving me glimpse of the hellish scene, of naked
+bodies, long waving hair, eyes mad with terror, and
+red arms brandished, the rifles they bore shining in
+the red glare.</p>
+<p>I saw Barbeau grip his gun by the barrel and strike
+as he ran. Again and again it fell crunching against
+flesh. A savage hand slashed at him with a gleaming
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_288' name='page_288'></a>288</span>
+knife, but I struck the red arm with my pistol butt,
+and the Indian fell flat, leaving the way open. We
+dashed through, but Barbeau grasped me, and thrust
+me ahead of him, and whirled about, with uplifted
+rifle to aid De Artigny who faced two warriors,
+naked knife in hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Run, Madame, for the fort,&rdquo; he shouted above
+the uproar. &ldquo;To my help, Barbeau!&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_289' name='page_289'></a>289</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXV_WITHIN_THE_FORT' id='CHAPTER_XXV_WITHIN_THE_FORT'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXV</h2>
+<h3>WITHIN THE FORT</h3>
+</div>
+<p>I doubt if I paused a second, yet that was enough
+to give me glimpse of the weird scene. I saw De
+Artigny lunge with his knife, a huge savage reeling
+beneath the stroke, and Barbeau cleave passage to the
+rescue, the stock of his gun shattered as he struck
+fiercely at the red devils who blocked his path.</p>
+<p>Outnumbered, helpless for long in that narrow
+space, their only hope lay in a sortie by the garrison,
+and it was my part to give the alarm. Even as I
+sprang forward, a savage leaped from the ruck, but
+I escaped his hand, and raced up the dark trail, the one
+thought urging me on. God knows how I made it&ndash;&ndash;to
+me &rsquo;tis but a memory of falls over unseen obstacles,
+of reckless running; yet the distance could have been
+scarce more than a hundred yards, before my eyes
+saw the darker shadow of the stockade outlined against
+the sky.</p>
+<p>Crying out with full strength of my voice I burst
+into the little open space, then tripped and fell just as
+the gate swung wide, and I saw a dozen dark forms
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_290' name='page_290'></a>290</span>
+emerge. One leaped forward and grasped me, lifting
+me partly to my feet.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! a woman!&rdquo; he exclaimed in startled
+voice. &ldquo;What means this, in Heaven&rsquo;s name?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Quick,&rdquo; I gasped, breaking away, able now to
+stand on my own feet. &ldquo;They are fighting there&ndash;&ndash;two
+white men&ndash;&ndash;De Artigny&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What, Rene! Ay, lads, to the rescue! Cartier,
+take the lady within. Come with me you others.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>They swept past me, the leader well in advance. I
+felt the rush as they passed, and had glimpse of vague
+figures &rsquo;ere they disappeared in the darkness. Then
+I was alone, except for the bearded soldier who
+grasped my arm.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who was that?&rdquo; I asked, &ldquo;the man who led?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Boisrondet, Francois de Boisrondet.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;An officer of La Salle&rsquo;s? You then are of his
+company?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am,&rdquo; a bit proudly, &ldquo;but most of the lads yonder
+belong with De Baugis. Now we fight a common
+foe, and forget our own quarrel. Did you say Rene de
+Artigny was in the fighting yonder?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; he and a soldier named Barbeau.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The fellow stood silent, shifting his feet.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas told us he was dead,&rdquo; he said finally, with
+effort. &ldquo;Some more of La Barre&rsquo;s men arrived three
+days ago by boat, under a popinjay they call Cassion
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_291' name='page_291'></a>291</span>
+to recruit De Baugis&rsquo; forces. De la Durantaye was
+with him from the portage, so that now they outnumber
+us three to one. You know this Cassion,
+Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, I traveled with his party from Montreal.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, then you will know the truth no doubt. De
+Tonty and Cassion were at swords points over a charge
+the latter made against Rene de Artigny&ndash;&ndash;that he
+had murdered one of the party at St. Ignace.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Hugo Chevet, the fur trader.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, that was the name. We of La Salle&rsquo;s company
+know it to be a lie. <i>Sacre</i>! I have served with
+that lad two years, and &rsquo;tis not in his nature to knife
+any man in the back. And so De Tonty said, and he
+gave Cassion the lie straight in his teeth. I heard their
+words, and but for De Baugis and De la Durantaye,
+Francois Cassion would have paid well for his false
+tongue. Now you can tell him the truth.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I shall do that, but even my word, I fear, will not
+clear De Artigny of the charge. I believe the man to
+be innocent; in my heart there is no doubt, yet there
+is so little to be proven.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Cassion speaks bitterly; he is an enemy.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur Cassion is my husband,&rdquo; I said regretfully.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your pardon, Madame. Ah, I understand it all
+now. You were supposed to have been drowned in
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_292' name='page_292'></a>292</span>
+the great lake, but were saved by De Artigny. &rsquo;Twill
+be a surprise for Monsieur, but in this land, we witness
+strange things. <i>Mon Dieu</i>! see, they come yonder;
+&rsquo;tis Boisrondet and his men.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>They approached in silence, mere shadowy figures,
+whose numbers I could not count, but those in advance
+bore a helpless body in their arms, and my heart
+seemed to stop its beating, until I heard De Artigny&rsquo;s
+voice in cheerful greeting.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What, still here, Madame, and the gate beyond
+open,&rdquo; he took my hand, and lifted it to his lips. &ldquo;My
+congratulations; your work was well done, and our
+lives thank you. Madame Cassion, this is my comrade,
+Francois Boisrondet, whose voice I was never
+more glad to hear than this night. I commend him to
+your mercy.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Boisrondet, a mere shadow in the night, swept the
+earth with his hat.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I mind me the time,&rdquo; he said courteously, &ldquo;when
+Rene did me equal service.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The savages have fled?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas short, and sweet, Madame, and those who
+failed to fly are lying yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yet some among you are hurt?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Barbeau hath an ugly wound&ndash;&ndash;ay, bear him
+along, lads, and have the cut looked to&ndash;&ndash;but as for
+the rest of us, there is no serious harm done.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_293' name='page_293'></a>293</span></div>
+<p>I was gazing at De Artigny, and marked how he
+held one hand to his side.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you, Monsieur; you are unscathed?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Except for a small wound here, and a head which
+rings yet from savage blows&ndash;&ndash;no more than a night&rsquo;s
+rest will remedy. Come, Madame &rsquo;tis time we were
+within, and the gates closed.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Is there still danger then? Surely now that we are
+under protection there will be no attack?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not from those we have passed, but &rsquo;tis told me
+there are more than a thousand Iroquois warriors in
+the valley, and the garrison has less than fifty men all
+told. It was luck we got through so easily. Ay,
+Boisrondet, we are ready.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>That was my first glimpse of the interior of a frontier
+fort, and, although I saw only the little open space
+lighted by a few waving torches, the memory abides
+with distinctness. A body of men met us at the gate,
+dim, indistinct figures, a few among them evidently
+soldiers from their dress, but the majority clothed in
+the ordinary garb of the wilderness. Save for one
+Indian squaw, not a woman was visible, nor did I
+recognize a familiar face, as the fellows, each man
+bearing a rifle, surged about us in noisy welcome,
+eagerly questioning those who had gone forth to our
+rescue. Yet we were scarcely within, and the gates
+closed, when a man pressed his way forward through
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_294' name='page_294'></a>294</span>
+the throng, in voice of authority bidding them stand
+aside. A blazing torch cast its red light over him,
+revealing a slender figure attired in frontier garb, a
+dark face, made alive by a pair of dense brown eyes,
+which met mine in a stare of surprise.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Back safe, Boisrondet,&rdquo; he exclaimed sharply,
+&ldquo;and have brought in a woman. &rsquo;Tis a strange sight
+in this land. Were any of our lads hurt?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;None worth reporting, Monsieur. The man they
+carried was a soldier of M. de la Durantaye. He was
+struck down before we reached the party. There is
+an old comrade here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;An old comrade! Lift the torch, Jacques. Faith,
+there are so few left I would not miss the sight of such
+a face.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He stared about at us, for an instant uncertain; then
+took a quick step forward, his hand outstretched.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Rene de Artigny!&rdquo; he cried, his joy finding
+expression in his face. &ldquo;Ay, an old comrade, indeed,
+and only less welcome here than M. de la Salle himself.
+&rsquo;Twas a bold trick you played tonight, but not unlike
+many another I have seen you venture. You bring me
+message from Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only that he has sailed safely for France to have
+audience with Louis. I saw him aboard ship, and was
+bidden to tell you to bide here in patience, and seek
+no quarrel with De Baugis.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_295' name='page_295'></a>295</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Easy enough to say; but in all truth I need not
+seek quarrel&ndash;&ndash;it comes my way without seeking. De
+Baugis was not so bad&ndash;&ndash;a bit high strung, perhaps,
+and boastful of his rank, yet not so ill a comrade&ndash;&ndash;but
+there is a newcomer here, a popinjay named Cassion,
+with whom I cannot abide. Ah, but you know
+the beast, for you journeyed west in his company.
+<i>Sacre</i>! the man charged you with murder, and I gave
+him the lie to his teeth. Not two hours ago we had
+our swords out, but now you can answer for yourself.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny hesitated, his eyes meeting mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I fear, Monsieur de Tonty,&rdquo; he said finally, &ldquo;the
+answer may not be so easily made. If it were point
+of sword now, I could laugh at the man, but he possesses
+some ugly facts difficult to explain.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yet &rsquo;twas not your hand which did the deed?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I pledge you my word to that. Yet this is no
+time to talk of the matter. I have wounds to be looked
+to, and would learn first how Barbeau fares. You
+know not the lady; but of course not, or your tongue
+would never have spoken so freely&ndash;&ndash;Monsieur de
+Tonty, Madame Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He straightened up, his eyes on my face. For an
+instant he stood motionless; then swept the hat from
+his head, and bent low.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your pardon, Madame; we of the wilderness become
+rough of speech. I should have known, for a
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_296' name='page_296'></a>296</span>
+rumor reached me of your accident. You owe life,
+no doubt, to Sieur de Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; he has been my kind friend.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He would not be the one I love else. We know
+men on this frontier, Madame, and this lad hath seen
+years of service by my side.&rdquo; His hand rested on
+De Artigny&rsquo;s shoulder. &ldquo;&rsquo;Twas only natural then
+that I should resent M. Cassion&rsquo;s charge of murder.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I share your faith in the innocence of M. de
+Artigny,&rdquo; I answered firmly enough, &ldquo;but beyond this
+assertion I can say nothing.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Naturally not, Madame. Yet we must move
+along. You can walk, Rene?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, my hurts are mostly bruises.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The torches led the way, the dancing flames lighting
+up the scene. There was hard, packed earth under our
+feet, nor did I realize yet that this Fort St. Louis occupied
+the summit of a great rock, protected on three
+sides by precipices, towering high above the river.
+Sharpened palisades of logs surrounded us on every
+side, with low log houses built against them, on the
+roofs of which riflemen could stand in safety to guard
+the valley below.</p>
+<p>The central space was open except for two small
+buildings, one from its shape a chapel, and the other,
+as I learned later, the guardhouse. A fire blazed at
+the farther end of the enclosure, with a number of men
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_297' name='page_297'></a>297</span>
+lounging about it, and illumined the front of a more
+pretentious building, which apparently extended across
+that entire end. This building, having the appearance
+of a barrack, exhibited numerous doors and windows,
+with a narrow porch in front, on which I perceived
+a group of men.</p>
+<p>As we approached more closely, De Tonty walking
+between De Artigny and myself, a soldier ran up the
+steps, and made some report. Instantly the group
+broke, and two men strode past the fire, and met us.
+One was a tall, imposing figure in dragoon uniform, a
+sword at his thigh, his face full bearded; the other
+whom I recognized instantly with a swift intake of
+breath, was Monsieur Cassion. He was a stride in
+advance, his eyes searching me out in the dim light, his
+face flushed from excitement.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>! what is this I hear,&rdquo; he exclaimed,
+staring at the three of us as though doubting the evidence
+of his own eyes. &ldquo;My wife alive? Ay, by my
+faith, it is indeed Adele.&rdquo; He grasped me by the arm,
+but even at that instant his glance fell upon De
+Artigny, and his manner changed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Saint Anne! and what means this! So &rsquo;tis with
+this rogue you have been wandering the wilderness!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He tugged at his sword, but the dragoon caught his
+arm.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nay, wait, Cassion. &rsquo;Twill be best to learn the
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_298' name='page_298'></a>298</span>
+truth before resorting to blows. Perchance Monsieur
+Tonty can explain clearly what has happened.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is explained already,&rdquo; answered the Italian, and
+he took a step forward as though to protect us. &ldquo;These
+two, with a soldier of M. de la Durantaye, endeavored
+to reach the fort, and were attacked by Iroquois. We
+dispatched men to their rescue, and have all now safe
+within the palisades. What more would you learn,
+Messieurs?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion pressed forward, and fronted him, angered
+beyond control.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We know all that,&rdquo; he roared savagely. &ldquo;But I
+would learn why they hid themselves from me. Ay,
+Madame, but I will make you talk when once we are
+alone! But now I denounce this man as the murderer
+of Hugo Chevet, and order him under arrest. Here,
+lads, seize the fellow.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_299' name='page_299'></a>299</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXVI_IN_DE_BAUGIS_QUARTERS' id='CHAPTER_XXVI_IN_DE_BAUGIS_QUARTERS'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXVI</h2>
+<h3>IN DE BAUGIS&rsquo; QUARTERS</h3>
+</div>
+<p>De Tonty never gave way an inch, as a dozen
+soldiers advanced at Cassion&rsquo;s order.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Wait men!&rdquo; he said sternly. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no time, with
+Iroquois about, to start a quarrel, yet if a hand be
+laid on this lad here in anger, we, who are of La Salle&rsquo;s
+Company, will protect him with our lives&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You defend a murderer?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No; a comrade. Listen to me, Cassion, and you
+De Baugis. I have held quiet to your dictation, but no
+injustice shall be done to comrade of mine save by
+force of arms. I know naught of your quarrel, or
+your charges of crime against De Artigny, but the lad
+is going to have fair play. He is no <i>courier du bois</i>
+to be killed for your vengeance, but an officer under
+Sieur de la Salle, entitled to trial and judgment.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He was my guide; I have authority.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not now, Monsieur. &rsquo;Tis true he served you, and
+was your <i>engag&eacute;</i> on the voyage hither. But even in
+that service, he obeyed the orders of La Salle. Now,
+within these palisades, he is an officer of this garrison,
+and subject only to me.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_300' name='page_300'></a>300</span></div>
+<p>De Baugis spoke, his voice cold, contemptuous.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You refuse obedience to the Governor of New
+France?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; I am under orders to obey. There
+will be no trouble between us if you are just to my
+men. La Barre is not here to decide this, but I am.&rdquo;
+He put his hand on De Artigny&rsquo;s shoulder. &ldquo;Monsieur
+Cassion charges this man with murder. He is
+an officer of my command, and I arrest him. He shall
+be protected, and given a fair trial. What more can
+you ask?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You will protect him! help him to escape, rather!&rdquo;
+burst out Cassion. &ldquo;That is the scheme, De Baugis.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your words are insult, Monsieur, and I bear no
+more. If you seek quarrel, you shall have it. I am
+your equal, Monsieur, and my commission comes from
+the King. Ah, M. de la Durantaye, what say you of
+this matter?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>A man, broad shouldered, in the dress of a woodsman,
+elbowed his way through the throng of soldiers.
+He had a strong, good-humored face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In faith, I heard little of the controversy, yet &rsquo;tis
+like I know the gist of it, as I have just conversed with
+a wounded soldier of mine, Barbeau, who repeated the
+story as he understood it. My hand to you, Sieur de
+Artigny, and it seems to me, Messieurs, that De Tonty
+hath the right of it.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_301' name='page_301'></a>301</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;You take his side against us who hath the authority
+of the Governor?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Pah! that is not the issue. Tis merely a question
+of justice to this lad here. I stand for fair trial with
+Henri de Tonty, and will back my judgment with my
+sword.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>They stood eye to eye, the four of them, and the
+group of soldiers seemed to divide, each company
+drawing together. Cassion growled some vague threat,
+but De Baugis took another course, gripping his companion
+by the arm.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Francois, &rsquo;tis not worth the danger,&rdquo; he
+expostulated. &ldquo;There will be no crossing of steel.
+Monsieur Cassion, no doubt, hath reason to be angered&ndash;&ndash;but
+not I. The man shall have his trial, and we
+will learn the right and wrong of all this presently.
+Monsieur Tonty, the prisoner is left in your charge.
+Fall back men&ndash;&ndash;to your barracks. Madame, permit
+me to offer you my escort.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To where, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To the only quarters fitted for your reception,&rdquo;
+he said gallantly, &ldquo;those I have occupied since arrival
+here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You vacate them for me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;With the utmost pleasure,&rdquo; bowing gallantly. &ldquo;I
+beg of you their acceptance; your husband has been
+my guest, and will join with me in exile.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_302' name='page_302'></a>302</span></div>
+<p>I glanced at De Tonty, who yet stood with hand on
+De Artigny&rsquo;s shoulder, a little cordon of his own men
+gathered closely about them. My eyes encountered
+those of the younger officer. As I turned away I
+found myself confronted by Cassion. The very sight
+of his face brought me instant decision, and I spoke
+my acceptance before he could utter the words trembling
+on his lips.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I will use your quarters gladly, Captain de Baugis,&rdquo;
+I said quietly, &ldquo;but will ask to be left there undisturbed.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Most assuredly, Madame&ndash;&ndash;my servant will
+accompany you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then good-night, Messieurs,&rdquo; I faced Cassion,
+meeting his eyes frankly. &ldquo;I am greatly wearied, and
+would rest; tomorrow I will speak with you, Monsieur.
+Permit me to pass.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He stood aside, unable to affront me, although the
+anger in his face, was evidence enough of brewing
+trouble. No doubt he had boasted of me to De Baugis,
+and felt no desire now to have our true relations exposed
+thus publicly. I passed him, glancing at none
+of the others, and followed the soldier across the
+beaten parade. A moment later I was safely hidden
+within a two-roomed cabin.</p>
+<p>Everything within had an appearance of neatness,
+almost as if a woman had arranged its furnishings. I
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_303' name='page_303'></a>303</span>
+glanced about in pleased surprise, as the soldier placed
+fresh fuel on the cheerful fire blazing in the fireplace,
+and drew closer the drapery over the single window.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Madame will find it comfortable?&rdquo; he said, pausing
+at the door.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Quite so,&rdquo; I answered. &ldquo;One could scarcely anticipate
+so delightful a spot in this Indian land.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur de Baugis has the privilege of Sieur de
+la Salle&rsquo;s quarters,&rdquo; he answered, eager to explain,
+&ldquo;and besides brought with him many comforts of his
+own. But for the Iroquois we would be quite happy.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They have proven dangerous?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not to us within the fort. A few white men were
+surprised without and killed, but, except for shortness
+of provisions and powder and ball, we are safe enough
+here. Tomorrow you will see how impregnable is
+the Rock from savage attack.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have heard there are a thousand Iroquois in the
+valley.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, and possibly more, and we are but a handful
+in defense, yet their only approach is along that path
+you came tonight. The cowardly Illini fled down the
+river; had they remained here we would have driven
+the vermin out before this, for &rsquo;tis said they fight well
+with white leaders.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I made no reply, and the man disappeared into the
+darkness, closing the heavy door behind him, and leaving
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_304' name='page_304'></a>304</span>
+me alone. I made it secure with an oaken bar, and
+sank down before the fire on a great shaggy bear skin.
+I was alone at last, safe from immediate danger, able
+to think of the strange conditions surrounding me, and
+plan for the future. The seriousness of the situation
+I realized clearly, and also the fact that all depended
+on my action&ndash;&ndash;even the life of Rene de Artigny.</p>
+<p>I sat staring into the fire, no longer aware of fatigue,
+or feeling any sense of sleepiness. The thick log walls
+of the cabin shut out all noise; I was conscious of a
+sense of security, of protection, and yet comprehended
+clearly what the new day would bring. I should have
+to face Cassion, and in what spirit could I meet him
+best? Thus far I had been fortunate in escaping his
+denunciation, but I realized the reason which had compelled
+his silence&ndash;&ndash;pride, the fear of ridicule, had
+sealed his lips. I was legally his wife, given to him
+by Holy Church, yet for weeks, months, during all our
+long wilderness journey, I had held aloof from him,
+mocking his efforts, and making light of his endeavors.
+It had been maddening, no doubt, and rendered worse
+by his growing jealousy of De Artigny.</p>
+<p>Then I had vanished, supposedly drowned in the
+great lake. He had sought me vainly along the shore,
+and finally turned away, convinced of my death, and
+that De Artigny had also perished.</p>
+<p>Once at the fort, companioning with De Baugis, and
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_305' name='page_305'></a>305</span>
+with no one to deny the truth of his words, his very
+nature would compel him to boast of his marriage to
+Adele la Chesnayne. No doubt he had told many a
+vivid tale of happiness since we left Quebec. Ay, not
+only had he thus boasted of conquests over me, but he
+had openly charged De Artigny with murder, feeling
+safe enough in the belief that we were both dead. And
+now when we appeared before him alive and together,
+he had been for the moment too dazed for expression.
+Before De Baugis he dare not confess the truth, yet
+this very fact would only leave him the more furious.
+And I knew instinctively the course the man would
+pursue. His one thought, his one purpose, would be
+revenge&ndash;&ndash;nothing would satisfy him except the death
+of De Artigny. Personally I had little to fear; I knew
+his cowardice, and that he would never venture to use
+physical force with me. Even if he did I could rely
+upon the gallantry of De Tonty, and of De Baugis for
+protection. No, he would try threats, entreaties, slyness,
+cajolery, but his real weapon to overcome my
+opposition would be De Artigny. And there he
+possessed power.</p>
+<p>I felt in no way deceived as to this. The ugly facts,
+as Cassion was able to present them, would without
+doubt, condemn the younger man. He had no defense
+to offer, except his own assertion of innocence. Even
+if I told what I knew it would only strengthen the
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_306' name='page_306'></a>306</span>
+chain of circumstance, and make his guilt appear
+clearer.</p>
+<p>De Tonty would be his friend, faithful to the end;
+and I possessed faith in the justice of De Baugis, yet
+the facts of the case could not be ignored&ndash;&ndash;and these,
+unexplained, tipped with the venom of Cassion&rsquo;s
+hatred, were sufficient to condemn the prisoner. And
+he was helpless to aid himself; if he was to be saved,
+I must save him. How? There was but one possible
+way&ndash;&ndash;discovery of proof that some other committed
+the crime. I faced the situation hopelessly, confessing
+frankly to myself that I loved the man accused; that
+I would willingly sacrifice myself to save him.</p>
+<p>I felt no shame at this acknowledgment, and in my
+heart there was no shadow of regret. Yet I sat there
+stunned, helpless, gazing with heavy eyes into the fire,
+unable to determine a course of action, or devise any
+method of escape.</p>
+<p>Unable longer to remain quiet, I got to my feet, and
+my eyes surveyed the room. So immersed in thought
+I had not before really noted my surroundings, but
+now I glanced about, actuated by a vague curiosity.
+The hut contained two rooms, the walls of squared
+logs, partially concealed by the skins of wild animals,
+the roof so low I could almost touch it with my hand.</p>
+<p>A table and two chairs, rudely made with axe and
+knife, comprised the entire furniture, but a small mirror,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_307' name='page_307'></a>307</span>
+unframed, hung suspended against the farther
+wall. I glanced at my reflection in the glass, surprised
+to learn how little change the weeks had made in my
+appearance. It was still the face of a girl which gazed
+back at me, with clear, wide-open eyes, and cheeks
+flushed in the firelight. Strange to say the very sight
+of my youthfulness was a disappointment and brought
+with it doubt. How could I fight these men? how
+could I hope to win against their schemes, and plans
+of vengeance?</p>
+<p>I opened the single window, and leaned out, grateful
+for the fresh air blowing against my face, but unable
+to perceive the scene below shrouded in darkness. Far
+away, down the valley, was the red glow of a fire, its
+flame reflecting over the surface of the river. I knew
+I stared down into a great void, but could hear no
+sound except a faint gurgle of water directly beneath.
+I closed the window shutter, and, urged by some impulse,
+crossed over to the door leading to the other
+apartment. It was a sleeping room, scarcely more than
+a large closet, with garments hanging on pegs against
+the logs, and two rude bunks opposite the door. But
+the thing which captured my eyes was a bag of brown
+leather lying on the floor at the head of one of the
+bunks&ndash;&ndash;a shapeless bag, having no distinctive mark
+about it, and yet which I instantly recognized&ndash;&ndash;since
+we left Quebec it had been in our boat.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_308' name='page_308'></a>308</span></div>
+<p>As I stood staring at it, I remembered the words of
+De Baugis, &ldquo;your husband has been my guest.&rdquo; Ay,
+that was it&ndash;&ndash;this had been Cassion&rsquo;s quarters since
+his arrival, and this was his bag, the one he kept beside
+him in the canoe, his private property. My heart
+beat wildly in the excitement of discovery, yet there
+was no hesitation; instantly I was upon my knees tugging
+at the straps. They yielded easily, and I forced
+the leather aside, gaining glimpse of the contents.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_309' name='page_309'></a>309</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXVII_I_SEND_FOR_DE_TONTY' id='CHAPTER_XXVII_I_SEND_FOR_DE_TONTY'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXVII</h2>
+<h3>I SEND FOR DE TONTY</h3>
+</div>
+<p>I discovered nothing but clothes at first&ndash;&ndash;moccasins,
+and numerous undergarments&ndash;&ndash;together
+with a uniform, evidently new, and quite gorgeous.
+The removal of these, however, revealed a
+pocket in the leather side, securely fastened, and on
+opening this with trembling fingers, a number of papers
+were disclosed.</p>
+<p>Scarcely venturing to breathe, hardly knowing what
+I hoped to find, I drew these forth, and glanced hastily
+at them. Surely the man would bear nothing unimportant
+with him on such a journey; these must be
+papers of value, for I had noted with what care he
+had guarded the bag all the way. Yet at first I discovered
+nothing to reward my search&ndash;&ndash;there was a
+package of letters, carefully bound with a strong cord,
+a commission from La Barre, creating Cassion a Major
+of Infantry, a number of receipts issued in Montreal,
+a list of goods purchased at St. Ignace, and a roster of
+men composing the expedition.</p>
+<p>At last from one corner of the pocket, I drew forth
+a number of closely written pages, evidently the Governor&rsquo;s
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_310' name='page_310'></a>310</span>
+instruction. They were traced in so fine a hand
+that I was obliged to return beside the fire to decipher
+their contents. They were written in detail, largely
+concerned with matters of routine, especially referring
+to relations with the garrison of the fort, and Cassion&rsquo;s
+authority over De Baugis, but the closing paragraph
+had evidently been added later, and had personal interest.
+It read: &ldquo;Use your discretion as to De Artigny,
+but violence will hardly be safe; he is thought too well
+of by La Salle, and that fox may get Louis&rsquo; ear again.
+We had best be cautious. Chevet, however, has no
+friends, and, I am told, possesses a list of the La
+Chesnayne property, and other documents which had
+best be destroyed. Do not fail in this, nor fear results.
+We have gone too far to hesitate now.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I took this page, and thrust it into my breast. It was
+not much, and yet it might prove the one needed link.
+I ran through the packet of letters, but they apparently
+had no bearing on the case. Several were from
+women; others from officers, mere gossipy epistles of
+camp and field. Only one was from La Barre, and
+that contained nothing of importance, except the writer
+urged Cassion to postpone marriage until his return
+from the West, adding, &ldquo;there is no suspicion, and I
+can easily keep things quiet until then.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Assured that I had overlooked nothing, I thrust the
+various articles back, restrapped the bag, and returned
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_311' name='page_311'></a>311</span>
+to the outer room. As I paused before the fire, someone
+rapped at the door. I stood erect, my fingers
+gripping the pistol which I still retained. Again the
+raps sounded, clearly enough defined in the night, yet
+not violent, or threatening.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who is there?&rdquo; I asked.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your husband, my dear&ndash;&ndash;Francois Cassion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But why do you come? It was the pledge of De
+Baugis that I was to be left here alone.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A fair pledge enough, although I was not consulted.
+From the look of your eyes little difference if
+I had been. You are as sweet in disposition as ever,
+my dear; yet never mind that&ndash;&ndash;we&rsquo;ll soon settle our
+case now, I warrant you. Meanwhile I am content to
+wait until my time comes. &rsquo;Tis not you I seek tonight,
+but my dressing case.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your dressing case?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, you know it well, a brown leather bag I bore
+with me during our journey.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And where is it, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Beneath the bunk in the sleeping room. Pass it
+out to me, and I will ask no more.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be safer if you keep your word,&rdquo; I said
+quietly, &ldquo;for I still carry Hugo Chevet&rsquo;s pistol, and
+know how to use it. Draw away from the door, Monsieur,
+and I will thrust out the bag.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I lowered the bar, opening the door barely wide
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_312' name='page_312'></a>312</span>
+enough to permit the bag&rsquo;s passage. The light from
+the fire gleamed on the barrel of the pistol held in my
+hand. It was the work of an instant, and I saw nothing
+of Cassion, but, as the door closed, he laughed
+scornfully.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Tis your game tonight, Madame,&rdquo; he said spitefully,
+&ldquo;but tomorrow I play my hand. I thank you
+for the bag, as it contains my commission. By virtue
+of it I shall assume command of this Fort St. Louis,
+and I know how to deal with murderers. I congratulate
+you on your lover, Madame&ndash;&ndash;good night.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I dropped into the nearest seat, trembling in every
+limb. It was not personal fear, nor did I in my heart
+resent the insult of his last words. De Artigny was
+my lover, not in mere lip service, but in fact. I was
+not ashamed, but proud, to know this was true. The
+only thing of which I was ashamed was my relationship
+with Cassion; and my only thought now was how
+that relationship could be ended, and De Artigny&rsquo;s life
+saved. The paper I had found was indeed of value,
+yet I realized it alone was not enough to offset the
+charges which Cassion would support by his own evidence
+and that of his men. This mere suggestion in
+La Barre&rsquo;s handwriting meant nothing unless we could
+discover also in Cassion&rsquo;s possession the documents
+taken from Chevet And these, beyond doubt, had
+been destroyed. Over and over again in my mind I
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_313' name='page_313'></a>313</span>
+turned these thoughts, but only to grow more confused
+and uncertain. All the powers of hate were
+arrayed against us, and I felt helpless and alone.</p>
+<p>I must have slept finally from sheer exhaustion,
+although I made no attempt to lie down. It was broad
+daylight, when I awoke, aroused by pounding on the
+door. To my inquiry a voice announced food, and I
+lowered the bar, permitting an orderly to enter bearing
+a tray, which he deposited on the table. Without
+speaking he turned to leave the room, but I suddenly
+felt courage to address him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You were not of our party,&rdquo; I said gravely. &ldquo;Are
+you a soldier of M. de Baugis?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Madame,&rdquo; and he turned facing me, his countenance
+a pleasant one. &ldquo;I am not a soldier at all, but
+I serve M. de Tonty.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, I am glad of that. You will bear to your
+master a message?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Perhaps, Madame,&rdquo; his tone somewhat doubtful.
+&ldquo;You are the wife of Monsieur Cassion?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do not hesitate because of that,&rdquo; I hastened to
+say, believing I understood his meaning. &ldquo;While it is
+true I am legally the wife of Francois Cassion, my
+sympathies now are altogether with the Sieur de
+Artigny. I would have you ask M. de Tonty to confer
+with me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_314' name='page_314'></a>314</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;You have served with De Artigny? You know
+him well?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Three years, Madame; twice he saved my life on
+the great river. M. de Tonty shall receive your message.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I could not eat, although I made the endeavor, and
+finally crossed to the window, opened the heavy wooden
+shutters, and gazed without. What a marvelous scene
+that was! Never before had my eyes looked upon so
+fair a view, and I stood silent, and fascinated. My
+window opened to the westward, and I gazed down
+from the very edge of the vast rock into the wide valley.
+Great tree tops were below, and I had to lean far
+out to see the silvery waters lapping the base of the
+precipice, but, a little beyond, the full width of the
+noble stream became visible, decked with islands, and
+winding here and there between green-clad banks, until
+it disappeared in the far distance. The sun touched
+all with gold; the wide meadows opposite were vivid
+green, while many of the trees crowning the bluffs had
+already taken on rich autumnal coloring. Nor was
+there anywhere in all that broad expanse, sign of war
+or death. It was a scene of peace, so silent, so beautiful,
+that I could not conceive this as a land of savage
+cruelty. Far away, well beyond rifle shot, two loaded
+canoes appeared, skimming the surface of the river.
+Beyond these, where the meadows swept down to the
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_315' name='page_315'></a>315</span>
+stream, I could perceive black heaps of ashes, and here
+and there spirals of smoke, the only visible symbols of
+destruction. A haze hid the distant hills, giving to
+them a purple tinge, like a frame encircling the picture.
+It was all so soft in coloring my mind could not
+grasp the fact that we were besieged by warriors of
+the Iroquois, and that this valley was even now being
+swept and harried by those wild raiders of the woods.</p>
+<p>I had neglected to bar the door, and as I stood there
+gazing in breathless fascination, a sudden step on the
+floor caused me to turn in alarm. My eyes encountered
+those of De Tonty, who stood hat in hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Tis a fair view, Madame,&rdquo; he said politely. &ldquo;In
+all my travels I have seen no nobler domain.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It hath a peaceful look,&rdquo; I answered, still struggling
+with the memory. &ldquo;Can it be true the savages
+hold the valley?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All too true&ndash;&ndash;see, yonder, where the smoke still
+shows, dwelt the Kaskaskias. Not a lodge is left, and
+the bodies of their dead strew the ground. Along
+those meadows three weeks since there were the happy
+villages of twelve tribes of peaceful Indians; today
+those who yet live are fleeing for their lives.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And this fort, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Safe enough, I think, although no one of us can
+venture ten yards beyond the gate. The Rock protects
+us, Madame, yet we are greatly outnumbered, and
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_316' name='page_316'></a>316</span>
+with no ammunition to waste. &rsquo;Twas the surprise of
+the raid which left us thus helpless. Could we have
+been given time to gather our friendly Indians together
+the story would be different.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They are not cowards then?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not with proper leadership. We have seen them
+fight often since we invaded this land. &rsquo;Tis my
+thought many of them are hiding now beyond those
+hills, and may find some way to reach us. I suspected
+such an effort last night, when I sent out the rescue
+party which brought you in. Ah, that reminds me,
+Madame; you sent for me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, M. de Tonty. I can speak to you frankly?
+You are the friend of Sieur de Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Faith, I hope I am, Madame, but I know not what
+has got into the lad&ndash;&ndash;he will tell me nothing.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I suspected as much, Monsieur. It was for that
+reason I have sent for you. He has not even told you
+the story of our journey?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, as brief as a military report&ndash;&ndash;not a fact I
+could not have guessed. There is a secret here, which
+I have not discovered. Why is M. Cassion so wild
+for the lad&rsquo;s blood? and how came there to be trouble
+between Rene, and the fur trader? Bah! I know the
+lad is no murderer, but no one will tell me the facts.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then I will, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said gravely. &ldquo;It was
+because of my belief that Sieur de Artigny would refuse
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_317' name='page_317'></a>317</span>
+explanation that I sent for you. The truth need
+not be concealed; not from you, at least, the commander
+of Fort St. Louis&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Pardon, Madame, but I am not that. La Salle
+left me in command with less than a dozen men. De
+Baugis came later, under commission from La Barre,
+but he also had but a handful of followers. To save
+quarrel we agreed to divide authority, and so got along
+fairly well, until M. Cassion arrived with his party.
+Then the odds were altogether on the other side, and
+De Baugis assumed command by sheer force of rifles.
+&rsquo;Twas La Salle&rsquo;s wish that no resistance be made, but,
+faith, with the Indians scattered, I had no power.
+This morning things have taken a new phase. An
+hour ago M. Cassion assumed command of the garrison
+by virtue of a commission he produced from the
+Governor La Barre, naming him major of infantry.
+This gives him rank above Captain de Baugis, and,
+besides, he bore also a letter authorizing him to take
+command of all French troops in this valley, if, in his
+judgment, circumstances rendered it necessary. No
+doubt he deemed this the proper occasion.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To assure the conviction, and death of De
+Artigny?&rdquo; I asked, as he paused. &ldquo;That is your
+meaning, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I cannot see it otherwise,&rdquo; he answered slowly,
+&ldquo;although I hesitate to make so grave a charge in
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_318' name='page_318'></a>318</span>
+your presence, Madame. Our situation here is scarcely
+grave enough to warrant his action, for the fort is in
+no serious danger from the Iroquois. De Baugis, while
+no friend of mine, is still a fair minded man, and
+merciful. He cannot be made a tool for any purpose
+of revenge. This truth Major Cassion has doubtless
+learned, and hence assumes command himself to carry
+out his plans.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I looked into the soldier&rsquo;s dark, clear-cut face, feeling
+a confidence in him, which impelled me to hold out
+my hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;M. de Tonty,&rdquo; I said, determined now to address
+him in all frankness. &ldquo;It is true that I am legally the
+wife of this man of whom you speak, but this only
+enables me to know his motives better. This condemnation
+of Sieur de Artigny is not his plan alone;
+it was born in the brain of La Barre, and Cassion
+merely executes his orders. I have here the written
+instructions under which he operates.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I held out to him the page from La Barre&rsquo;s letter.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_319' name='page_319'></a>319</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXVIII_THE_COURT_MARTIAL' id='CHAPTER_XXVIII_THE_COURT_MARTIAL'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2>
+<h3>THE COURT MARTIAL</h3>
+</div>
+<p>De Tonty took the paper from my hand, glanced
+at it, then lifted his eyes inquiringly to mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis in the governor&rsquo;s own hand. How came this
+in your possession?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I found it in Cassion&rsquo;s private bag last night, under
+the berth yonder. Later he came and carried the
+bag away, never suspecting it had been opened. His
+commission was there also. Read it, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He did so slowly, carefully, seeming to weigh every
+word, his eyes darkening, and a flush creeping into his
+swarthy cheeks.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; he exclaimed at last. &ldquo;I care not
+whether the man be your husband, but this is a damnable
+conspiracy, hatched months ago in Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I bowed my head.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Beyond doubt, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you found nothing more? no documents taken
+from Hugo Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;None, Monsieur; they were either destroyed in
+accordance with La Barre&rsquo;s instructions, or else M.
+Cassion has them on his person.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_320' name='page_320'></a>320</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;But I do not understand the reason for such foul
+treachery. What occurred back in New France to
+cause the murder of Chevet, and this attempt to convict
+De Artigny of the crime?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Sit here, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, my voice trembling,
+&ldquo;and I will tell you the whole story. I must tell you,
+for there is no one else in Fort St. Louis whom I can
+trust.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He sat silent, and bareheaded, his eyes never leaving
+my face as I spoke. At first I hesitated, my words
+hard to control, but as I continued, and felt his sympathy,
+speech became easier. All unconsciously his
+hand reached out and rested on mine, as though in
+encouragement, and only twice did he interrupt my
+narrative with questions. I told the tale simply, concealing
+nothing, not even my growing love for De
+Artigny. The man listening inspired my utmost confidence&ndash;&ndash;I
+sought his respect and faith. As I came to
+the end his hand grasp tightened, but, for a moment,
+he remained motionless and silent, his eyes grave with
+thought.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a strange, sad case,&rdquo; he said finally, &ldquo;and the
+end is hard to determine. I believe you, Madame, and
+honor your choice. The case is strong against De
+Artigny; even your testimony is not for his defense.
+Does M. Cassion know you saw the young man that
+night?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_321' name='page_321'></a>321</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;He has dropped a remark, or two, which shows
+suspicion. Possibly some one of the men saw me outside
+the Mission House, and made report.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then he will call you as witness. If I know the
+nature of Cassion his plan of trial is a mere form,
+although doubtless he will ask the presence of Captain
+de Baugis, and M. de la Durantaye. Neither will oppose
+him, so long as he furnishes the proof necessary
+to convict. He will give his evidence, and call the
+Indian, and perchance a soldier or two, who will swear
+to whatever he wishes. If needed he may bring you in
+also to strengthen the case. De Artigny will make no
+defense, because he has no witnesses, and because he
+has a fool notion that he might compromise you by
+telling the whole truth.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then there is no hope? nothing we can do?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Madame; not now. I shall not be consulted,
+nor asked to be present. I am under strict order from
+La Salle not to oppose La Barre&rsquo;s officers, and, even if
+I were disposed to disobey my chief, I possess no force
+with which to act. I have but ten men on whom I
+could rely, while they number over forty.&rdquo; He leaned
+closer, whispering, &ldquo;Our policy is to wait, and act
+after the prisoner has been condemned.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How? You mean a rescue?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, there lies the only hope. There is one man
+here who can turn the trick. He is De Artigny&rsquo;s comrade
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_322' name='page_322'></a>322</span>
+and friend. Already he has outlined a plan to
+me, but I gave no encouragement. Yet, now, that I
+know the truth, I shall not oppose. Have you courage,
+Madame, to give him your assistance? &rsquo;Tis like to be a
+desperate venture.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I drew a deep breath, but with no sense of fear.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur. Who is the man I am to trust?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Francois de Boisrondet, the one who led the rescue
+party last night.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A gallant lad.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, a gentleman of France, a daring heart. Tonight&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The door opened, and the figure of a man stood outlined
+against the brighter glow without. De Tonty
+was on his feet fronting the newcomer, ere I even
+realized it was Cassion who stood there, glaring at us.
+Behind him two soldiers waited in the sunshine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is the meaning of this, M. de Tonty?&rdquo; he
+exclaimed, with no pretense at friendliness. &ldquo;A rather
+early morning call, regarding which I was not even
+consulted. Have husbands no rights in this wilderness
+paradise?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Such rights as they uphold,&rdquo; returned the Italian,
+erect and motionless. &ldquo;I am always at your service,
+M. Cassion. Madame and I have conversed without
+permission. If that be crime I answer for it now, or
+when you will.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_323' name='page_323'></a>323</span></div>
+<p>It was in Cassion&rsquo;s heart to strike. I read the desire
+in his eyes, in the swift clutch at his sword hilt; but
+the sarcastic smile on De Tonty&rsquo;s thin lips robbed him
+of courage.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis best you curb your tongue,&rdquo; he snarled, &ldquo;or
+I will have you in the guardhouse with De Artigny. I
+command now.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So I hear. Doubtless you could convict me as
+easily.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What do you mean?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only that your whole case is a tissue of lies.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Pah! you have her word for it, no doubt. But
+you will all sing a different song presently. Ay, and
+it will be her testimony which will hang the villain.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is this you say, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;my testimony?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Just that&ndash;&ndash;the tale of what you saw in the Mission
+garden at St. Ignace. <i>Sacre</i>, that shot hits, does
+it! You thought me asleep, and with no knowledge of
+your escapade, but I had other eyes open that night,
+my lady. Now will you confess the truth?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I shall conceal nothing, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be best that you make no attempt,&rdquo; he
+sneered, his old braggart spirit reasserting itself as De
+Tonty kept silent. &ldquo;I have guard here to escort you
+to the Commandant&rsquo;s office.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You do me honor.&rdquo; I turned to De Tonty.
+&ldquo;Shall I go, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_324' name='page_324'></a>324</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;I think it best, Madame,&rdquo; he replied soberly, his
+dark eyes contemptuously surveying Cassion. &ldquo;To
+refuse would only strengthen the case against the
+prisoner. M. Cassion will not, I am sure, deny me the
+privilege of accompanying you. Permit me to offer
+my arm.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I did not glance toward Cassion, but felt no doubt
+as to the look on his face; yet he would think twice
+before laying hand on this stern soldier who had offered
+me protection. The guard at the door fell aside
+promptly, and permitted us to pass. Some order was
+spoken, in a low tone, and they fell in behind with
+rifles at trail. Once in the open I became, for the first
+time, aware of irregular rifle firing, and observed in
+surprise, men posted upon a narrow staging along the
+side of the log stockade.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Is the fort being attacked?&rdquo; I asked.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There has been firing for some days,&rdquo; he answered,
+&ldquo;but no real attack. The savages merely hide
+yonder amid the rocks and woods, and strive to keep
+us from venturing down the trail. Twice we have
+made sortie, and driven them away, but &rsquo;tis a useless
+waste of fighting.&rdquo; He called to a man posted above
+the gate. &ldquo;How is it this morning, Jules?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The soldier glanced about cautiously, keeping his
+head below cover.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Thick as flies out there, Monsieur,&rdquo; he answered,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_325' name='page_325'></a>325</span>
+&ldquo;and with a marksman or two among them. Not ten
+minutes since Bowain got a ball in his head.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And no orders to clear the devils out?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;only to watch that they do not
+form for a rush.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Commandant&rsquo;s office was built against the last
+stockade&ndash;&ndash;a log hut no more pretentious than the
+others. A sentry stood at each side of the closed door,
+but De Tonty ignored them, and ushered me into the
+room. It was not large, and was already well filled, a
+table littered with papers occupying the central space,
+De Baugis and De la Durantaye seated beside it, while
+numerous other figures were standing pressed against
+the walls. I recognized the familiar faces of several
+of our party, but before I recovered from my first
+embarrassment De Baugis arose, and with much politeness
+offered me a chair.</p>
+<p>De Tonty remained beside me, his hand resting on
+my chair back, as he coolly surveyed the scene. Cassion
+pushed past, and occupied a vacant chair, between
+the other officers, laying his sword on the table. My
+eyes swept about the circle of faces seeking De
+Artigny, but he was not present. But for a slight
+shuffling of feet, the silence was oppressive. Cassion&rsquo;s
+unpleasant voice broke the stillness.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;M. de Tonty, there is a chair yonder reserved for
+your use.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_326' name='page_326'></a>326</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;I prefer remaining beside Madame Cassion,&rdquo; he
+answered calmly. &ldquo;It would seem she has few friends
+in this company.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We are all her friends,&rdquo; broke in De Baugis, his
+face flushing, &ldquo;but we are here to do justice, and
+avenge a foul crime. &rsquo;Tis told us that madame possesses
+certain knowledge which has not been revealed.
+Other witnesses have testified, and we would now
+listen to her word. Sergeant of the guard, bring in
+the prisoner.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He entered by way of the rear door, manacled, and
+with an armed soldier on either side. Coatless and
+bareheaded, he stood erect in the place assigned him,
+and as his eyes swept the faces, his stern look changed
+to a smile as his glance met mine. My eyes were still
+upon him, seeking eagerly for some message of guidance,
+when Cassion spoke.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;M. de Baugis will question the witness.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The court will pardon me,&rdquo; said De Artigny.
+&ldquo;The witness to be heard is Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Certainly; what means your interruption?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;To spare the lady unnecessary embarrassment.
+She is my friend, and, no doubt, may find it difficult to
+testify against me. I merely venture to ask her to
+give this court the exact truth.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your words are impertinent.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, M. de Baugis,&rdquo; I broke in, understanding all
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_327' name='page_327'></a>327</span>
+that was meant. &ldquo;Sieur de Artigny has spoken in
+kindness, and has my thanks. I am ready now to bear
+witness frankly.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion leaned over whispering, but De Baugis
+merely frowned, and shook his head, his eyes on my
+face. I felt the friendly touch of M. de Tonty&rsquo;s hand
+on my shoulder, and the slight pressure brought me
+courage.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is it you desire me to tell, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The story of your midnight visit to the Mission
+garden at St. Ignace, the night Hugo Chevet was
+killed. Tell it in your own words, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>As I began my voice trembled, and I was obliged to
+grip the arms of the chair to keep myself firm. There
+was a mist before my eyes, and I saw only De Artigny&rsquo;s
+face, as he leaned forward eagerly listening. Not
+even he realized all I had witnessed that night, and yet
+I must tell the truth&ndash;&ndash;the whole truth, even though
+the telling cost his life. The words came faster, and
+my nerves ceased to throb. I read sympathy in De
+Baugis&rsquo; eyes, and addressed him alone. Twice he
+asked me questions, in so kindly a manner as to win
+instant reply, and once he checked Cassion when he
+attempted to interrupt, his voice stern with authority.
+I told the story simply, plainly, with no attempt at
+equivocation, and when I ceased speaking the room
+was as silent as a tomb. De Baugis sat motionless, but
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_328' name='page_328'></a>328</span>
+Cassion stared at me across the table, his face dark
+with passion.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Wait,&rdquo; he cried as though thinking me about to
+rise. &ldquo;There are questions yet.&rdquo;</p>
+<p> &ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; said De Baugis coldly. &ldquo;If there are
+questions it is my place to ask them.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay,&rdquo; angrily beating his hand on the board, &ldquo;but
+it is plain to be seen the woman has bewitched you.
+No, I will not be denied; I am Commandant here, and
+with force enough behind me to make my will law.
+Scowl if you will, but here is La Barre&rsquo;s commission,
+and I dare you ignore it. So answer me, Madame&ndash;&ndash;you
+saw De Artigny bend over the body of Chevet&ndash;&ndash;was
+your uncle then dead?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I know not, Monsieur; but there was no movement.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why did you make no report?&ndash;&ndash;was it to shield
+De Artigny?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I hesitated, yet the answer had to be made.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The Sieur de Artigny was my friend, Monsieur.
+I did not believe him guilty, yet my evidence would
+have cast suspicion upon him. I felt it best to remain
+still, and wait.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You suspected another?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not then, Monsieur, but since.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion sat silent, not overly pleased with my reply,
+but De Baugis smiled grimly.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_329' name='page_329'></a>329</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;By my faith,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;the tale gathers interest.
+You have grown to suspicion another since, Madame&ndash;&ndash;dare
+you name the man?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>My eyes sought the face of De Tonty, and he nodded
+gravely.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It can do no harm, Madame,&rdquo; he muttered softly.
+&ldquo;Put the paper in De Baugis&rsquo; hand.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I drew it, crumpled, from out the bosom of my
+dress, rose to my feet, and held it forth to the Captain
+of Dragoons. He grasped it wonderingly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is this, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;One page from a letter of instruction. Read it,
+Monsieur; you will recognize the handwriting.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_330' name='page_330'></a>330</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXIX_CONDEMNED' id='CHAPTER_XXIX_CONDEMNED'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXIX</h2>
+<h3>CONDEMNED</h3>
+</div>
+<p>He opened the paper gravely, shadowing the page
+with one hand so that Cassion was prevented
+from seeing the words. He read slowly, a frown on
+his face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the writing of Governor La Barre, although
+unsigned,&rdquo; he said at last.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How came the page in your possession?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I removed it last night from a leather bag found
+beneath the sleeping bunk in the quarters assigned me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do you know whose bag it was?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Certainly; it was in the canoe with me all the way
+from Quebec&ndash;&ndash;M. Cassion&rsquo;s.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your husband?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Baugis&rsquo; eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at
+me; then his glance fell upon Cassion, who was leaning
+forward, his mouth open, his face ashen gray. He
+straightened up as he met De Baugis&rsquo; eyes, and gave
+vent to an irritating laugh.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Sacre</i>, &rsquo;tis quite melodramatic,&rdquo; he exclaimed
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_331' name='page_331'></a>331</span>
+harshly. &ldquo;But of little value else. I acknowledge the
+letter, M. de Baugis, but it bears no relation to this
+affair. Perchance it was unhappily worded, so that
+this woman, eager to save her lover from punishment&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Tonty was on his feet, his sword half drawn.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a foul lie,&rdquo; he thundered hotly. &ldquo;I will not
+stand silent before such words.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Messieurs,&rdquo; and De Baugis struck the table. &ldquo;This
+is a court, not a mess room. Be seated, M. de Tonty;
+no one in my presence will be permitted to besmirch
+the honor of Captain la Chesnayne&rsquo;s daughter. Yet I
+must agree with Major Cassion that this letter in no
+way proves that he resorted to violence, or was even
+urged to do so. The governor in all probability suggested
+other means. I could not be led to believe he
+countenanced the commission of crime, and shall ask to
+read the remainder of his letter before rendering decision.
+You found no other documents, Madame?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;None bearing on this case.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The papers supposed to be taken from the dead
+body of Chevet?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then I cannot see that the status of the prisoner is
+changed, or that we have any reason to charge the
+crime to another. You are excused, Madame, while
+we listen to such other witnesses as may be called.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_332' name='page_332'></a>332</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;You wish me to retire?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I would prefer you do so.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I arose to my feet, hesitating and uncertain. It was
+evident enough that the court intended to convict the
+prisoner. All the hatred and dislike engendered by
+years of controversy with La Salle, all the quarrels
+and misunderstandings of the past few months between
+the two rival commanders at the fort, was now
+finding natural outlet in this trial of Rene de Artigny.
+He was officer of La Salle, friend of De Tonty, and
+through his conviction they could strike at the men
+they both hated and feared. More, they realized also
+that such action would please La Barre. Whatever
+else had been accomplished by my exhibit of the governor&rsquo;s
+letter, it had clearly shown De Baugis that his
+master desired the overthrow of the young explorer.
+And while he felt slight friendship for Cassion, he was
+still La Barre&rsquo;s man, and would obey his orders. He
+wished me out of the way for a purpose. What purpose?
+That I might not hear the lying testimony of
+those soldiers and Indians, who would swear as they
+were told.</p>
+<p>Tears misted my eyes, so the faces about me were
+blurred, but, before I could find words in which to
+voice my indignation, De Tonty stood beside me, and
+grasped my arm.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is no use, Madame,&rdquo; he said coldly enough,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_333' name='page_333'></a>333</span>
+although his voice shook. &ldquo;You only invite insult
+when you deal with such curs. They represent their
+master, and have made verdict already&ndash;&ndash;let us go.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Baugis, Cassion, De la Durantaye were upon
+their feet, but the dragoon first found voice.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Were those words addressed to me, M. de
+Tonty?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, and why not! You are no more than La
+Barre&rsquo;s dog. Listen to me, all three of you. &rsquo;Twas
+Sieur de la Salle&rsquo;s orders that I open the gates of this
+fort to your entrance, and that I treat you courteously.
+I have done so, although you took my kindness to be
+sign of weakness, and have lorded it mightily since
+you came. But this is the end; from now it is war
+between us, Messieurs, and we will fight in the open.
+Convict Rene de Artigny from the lies of these hirelings,
+and you pay the reckoning at the point of my
+sword. I make no threat, but this is the pledged word
+of Henri de Tonty. Make passage there! Come,
+Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>No one stopped us; no voice answered him. Almost
+before I realized the action, we were outside in the
+sunlight, and he was smiling into my face, his dark
+eyes full of cheer.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It will make them pause and think&ndash;&ndash;what I said,&rdquo;
+he exclaimed, &ldquo;yet will not change the result.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They will convict?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_334' name='page_334'></a>334</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Beyond doubt, Madame. They are La Barre&rsquo;s
+men, and hold commission only at his pleasure. With
+M. de la Durantaye it is different, for he was soldier
+of Frontenac&rsquo;s, yet I have no hope he will dare stand
+out against the rest. We must find another way to
+save the lad, but when I leave you at the door yonder
+I am out of it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You, Monsieur! what can I hope to accomplish
+without your aid?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Far more than with it, especially if I furnish a
+good substitute. I shall be watched now, every step I
+take. &rsquo;Tis like enough De Baugis will send me challenge,
+though the danger that Cassion would do so is
+slight. It is the latter who will have me watched. No,
+Madame, Boisrondet is the lad who must find a way
+out for the prisoner; they will never suspicion him, and
+the boy will enjoy the trick. Tonight, when the fort
+becomes quiet, he will find way to explain his plans.
+Have your room dark, and the window open.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is but one, Monsieur, outward, above the
+precipice.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That will be his choice; he can reach you thus
+unseen. &rsquo;Tis quite possible a guard may be placed at
+your door.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He left me, and walked straight across the parade
+to his own quarters, an erect, manly figure in the sun,
+his long black hair falling to his shoulders. I drew a
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_335' name='page_335'></a>335</span>
+chair beside the door, which I left partially open, so
+that I might view the scene without. There was no
+firing now, although soldiers were grouped along the
+western stockade, keeping guard over the gate. I sat
+there for perhaps an hour, my thoughts sad enough,
+yet unconsciously gaining courage and hope from the
+memory of De Tonty&rsquo;s words of confidence. He was
+not a man to fail in any deed of daring, and I had
+already seen enough of this young Boisrondet, and
+heard enough of his exploits, to feel implicit trust in
+his plans of rescue. Occasionally a soldier of the garrison,
+or a <i>courier du bois</i>, of La Salle&rsquo;s company,
+passed, glancing at me curiously, yet I recognized no
+familiar face, and made no attempt to speak, lest the
+man might prove an enemy. I could see the door of
+the guardhouse, and, at last, those in attendance at the
+trial emerged, talking gravely, as they scattered in
+various directions. The three officers came forth together,
+proceeding directly across toward De Tonty&rsquo;s
+office, evidently with some purpose in view. No doubt,
+angered at his words, they sought satisfaction. I
+watched until they disappeared within the distant doorway,
+De Baugis the first to enter. A moment later one
+of the soldiers who had accompanied us from Quebec,
+a rather pleasant-faced lad, whose injured hand I had
+dressed at St. Ignace, approached where I sat, and
+lifted his hand in salute.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_336' name='page_336'></a>336</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;A moment, Jules,&rdquo; I said swiftly. &ldquo;You were at
+the trial?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And the result?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The Sieur de Artigny was held guilty, Madame,&rdquo;
+he said regretfully, glancing about as though to assure
+himself alone. &ldquo;The three officers agreed on the verdict,
+although I know some of the witnesses lied.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You know&ndash;&ndash;who?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;My own mate for one&ndash;&ndash;Georges Descartes; he
+swore to seeing De Artigny follow Chevet from the
+boats, and that was not true, for we were together all
+that day. I would have said so, but the court bade me
+be still.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, they were not seeking such testimony. No
+matter what you said, Jules, De Artigny would have
+been condemned&ndash;&ndash;it was La Barre&rsquo;s orders.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame, so I thought.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Did the Sieur de Artigny speak?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A few words, Madame, until M. Cassion ordered
+him to remain still. Then M. de Baugis pronounced
+sentence&ndash;&ndash;it was that he be shot tomorrow.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The hour?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I heard none mentioned, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And a purpose in that also to my mind. This gives
+them twenty-four hours in which to consummate murder.
+They fear De Tonty and his men may attempt
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_337' name='page_337'></a>337</span>
+rescue; &rsquo;tis to find out the three have gone now to his
+quarters. That is all, Jules; you had best not be seen
+talking here with me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I closed the door, and dropped the bar securely into
+place. I knew the worst now, and felt sick and faint.
+Tears would not come to relieve, yet it seemed as
+though my brain ceased working, as if I had lost all
+physical and mental power. I know not how long I
+sat there, dazed, incompetent to even express the vague
+thoughts which flashed through my brain. A rapping
+on the door aroused me. The noise, the insistent raps
+awoke me as from sleep.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who wishes entrance?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I&ndash;&ndash;Cassion; I demand speech with you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;For what purpose, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> Does a man have to give excuse for
+desiring to speak with his own wife? Open the door,
+or I&rsquo;ll have it broken in. Have you not yet learned I
+am master here?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I drew the bar, no longer with any sense of fear, but
+impelled by a desire to hear the man&rsquo;s message. I
+stepped back, taking refuge behind the table, as the
+door opened, and he strode in, glancing first at me,
+then suspiciously about the apartment.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are alone?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Assuredly, Monsieur; did you suspect others to be
+present?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_338' name='page_338'></a>338</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Hell&rsquo;s fire! How did I know; you have time
+enough to spare for others, although I have had no
+word with you since you came. I come now only to
+tell you the news.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If it be the condemnation of Sieur de Artigny, you
+may spare your words.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You know that! Who brought you the message?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What difference, Monsieur? I would know the result
+without messenger. You have done your master&rsquo;s
+will. What said De Tonty when you told him?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion laughed, as though the memory was
+pleasant.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Faith, Madame, if you base your hopes there on
+rescue you&rsquo;ll scarce meet with great result. De Tonty
+is all bark. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> I went in to hold him to account
+for his insult, and the fellow met us with such
+gracious speech, that the four of us drank together
+like old comrades. The others are there yet, but I had
+a proposition to make you&ndash;&ndash;so I left them.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A proposition, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, a declaration of peace, if you will. Listen
+Adele, for this is the last time I speak you thus fairly.
+I have this De Artigny just where I want him now.
+His life is in my hands. I can squeeze it out like that;
+or I can open my fingers, and let him go. Now you
+are to decide which it is to be. Here is where you
+choose, between that forest brat and me.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_339' name='page_339'></a>339</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Choose between you? Monsieur you must make
+your meaning more clear.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>, is it not clear already? Then I will
+make it so. You are my wife by law of Holy Church.
+Never have you loved me, yet I can pass that by, if you
+grant me a husband&rsquo;s right. This De Artigny has
+come between us, and now his life is in my hands. I
+know not that you love the brat, yet you have that interest
+in him which would prevent forgiveness of me
+if I show no mercy. So now I come and offer you his
+life, if you consent to be my wife in truth. Is that
+fair?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It may so sound,&rdquo; I answered calmly, &ldquo;yet the
+sacrifice is all mine. How would you save the man?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By affording him opportunity to escape during the
+night; first accepting his pledge never to see you
+again.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Think you he would give such pledge?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion laughed sarcastically.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bah, what man would not to save his life! It is
+for you to speak the word.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I stood silent, hesitating to give final answer. Had
+I truly believed De Artigny&rsquo;s case hopeless I might
+have yielded, and made pledge. But as I gazed into
+Cassion&rsquo;s face, smiling with assurance of victory, all
+my dislike of the man returned, and I shrank back in
+horror. The sacrifice was too much, too terrible; besides
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_340' name='page_340'></a>340</span>
+I had faith in the promises of De Tonty, in the
+daring of Boisrondet. I would trust them, aye, and
+myself, to find some other way of rescue.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I said firmly, &ldquo;I understand your
+proposition, and refuse it. I will make no pledge.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You leave him to die?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If it be God&rsquo;s will. I cannot dishonor myself, even
+to save life. You have my answer. I bid you go.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Never did I see such look of beastly rage in the face
+of any man. He had lost power of speech, but his
+fingers clutched as though he had my throat in their
+grip. Frightened, I stepped back, and Chevet&rsquo;s pistol
+gleamed in my hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You hear me, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;go!&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_341' name='page_341'></a>341</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXX_I_CHOOSE_MY_FUTURE' id='CHAPTER_XXX_I_CHOOSE_MY_FUTURE'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXX</h2>
+<h3>I CHOOSE MY FUTURE</h3>
+</div>
+<p>He backed out the door, growling and threatening.
+I caught little of what he said, nor did I in the
+least care. All I asked, or desired, was to be alone, to
+be free of his presence. I swung the door in his very
+face, and fastened the bar. Through the thick wood
+his voice still penetrated in words of hatred. Then it
+ceased, and I was alone in the silence, sinking down
+nerveless beside the table, my face buried in my hands.</p>
+<p>I had done right; I knew I had done right, yet the
+reaction left me weak and pulseless. I saw now clearly
+what must be done. Never could I live with this Cassion;
+never again could I acknowledge him as husband.
+Right or wrong, whatever the Church might do, or the
+world might say, I had come to the parting of the
+ways; here and now I must choose my own life, obey
+the dictates of my own conscience. I had been wedded
+by fraud to a man I despised; my hatred had grown
+until now I knew that I would rather be dead than live
+in his presence.</p>
+<p>If this state of mind was sin, it was beyond my
+power to rid myself of the curse; if I was already condemned
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_342' name='page_342'></a>342</span>
+of Holy Church because of failure to abide
+by her decree, then there was naught left but for me
+to seek my own happiness, and the happiness of the
+man I loved.</p>
+<p>I lifted my head, strengthened by the very thought,
+the red blood tingling again through my veins. The
+truth was mine; I felt no inclination to obscure it. The
+time had come for rejoicing, and action. I loved Rene
+de Artigny, and, although he had never spoken the
+word, I knew he loved me. Tomorrow he would be
+in exile, a wanderer of the woods, an escaped prisoner,
+under condemnation of death, never again safe within
+reach of French authority. Ay, but he should not go
+alone; in the depths of those forests, beyond the arm
+of the law, beyond even the grasp of the Church, we
+should be together. In our own hearts love would
+justify. Without a qualm of conscience, without even
+a lingering doubt, I made the choice, the final decision.</p>
+<p>I know not how long it took me to think this all out,
+until I had accepted fate; but I do know the decision
+brought happiness and courage. Food was brought me
+by a strange Indian, apparently unable to speak
+French; nor would he even enter the room, silently
+handing me the platter through the open door. Two
+sentries stood just without&ndash;&ndash;soldiers of De Baugis, I
+guessed, as their features were unfamiliar. They
+gazed at me curiously, as I stood in the doorway, but
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_343' name='page_343'></a>343</span>
+without changing their attitudes. Plainly I was held
+prisoner also; M. Cassion&rsquo;s threat was being put
+into execution. This knowledge merely served to
+strengthen my decision, and I closed, and barred the
+door again, smiling as I did so.</p>
+<p>It grew dusk while I made almost vain effort to eat,
+and, at last, pushing the pewter plate away, I crossed
+over, and cautiously opened the wooden shutter of the
+window. The red light of the sunset still illumined the
+western sky, and found glorious reflection along the
+surface of the river. It was a dizzy drop to the bed
+of the stream below, but Indians were on the opposite
+bank, beyond rifle shot, in considerable force, a half-dozen
+canoes drawn up on the sandy shore, and several
+fires burning. They were too far away for me to
+judge their tribe, yet a number among them sported
+war bonnets, and I had no doubt they were Iroquois.</p>
+<p>So far as I could perceive elsewhere there was no
+movement, as my eyes traveled the half circle, over a
+wide vista of hill and dale, green valley and dark
+woods, although to the left I could occasionally hear
+the sharp report of a rifle, in evidence that besieging
+savages were still watchful of the fort entrance. I
+could not lean out far enough to see in that direction,
+yet as the night grew darker the vicious spits of fire
+became visible. Above me the solid log walls arose but
+a few feet&ndash;&ndash;a tall man might stand upon the window
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_344' name='page_344'></a>344</span>
+ledge, and find grip of the roof; but below was the
+sheer drop to the river&ndash;&ndash;perchance two hundred feet
+beneath. Already darkness shrouded the water, as the
+broad valley faded into the gloom of the night.</p>
+<p>There was naught for me to do but sit and wait.
+The guard which M. Cassion had stationed at the door
+prevented my leaving the room, but its more probable
+purpose was to keep others from communicating with
+me. De Tonty had evidently resorted to diplomacy,
+and instead of quarreling with the three officers when
+they approached him, had greeted them all so genially
+as to leave the impression that he was disposed to permit
+matters to take their natural course. He might be
+watched of course, yet was no longer suspicioned as
+likely to help rescue the prisoner. All their fear now
+was centered upon me, and my possible influence.</p>
+<p>If I could be kept from any further communication
+with either De Artigny, or De Tonty, it was scarcely
+probable that any of the garrison would make serious
+effort to interfere with their plans. De Tonty&rsquo;s apparent
+indifference, and his sudden friendliness with
+De Baugis and Cassion, did not worry me greatly. I
+realized his purpose in thus diverting suspicion. His
+pledge of assistance had been given me, and his was
+the word of a soldier and gentleman. In some manner,
+and soon&ndash;&ndash;before midnight certainly&ndash;&ndash;I would receive
+message from Boisrondet.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_345' name='page_345'></a>345</span></div>
+<p>Yet my heart failed me more than once as I waited.
+How long the time seemed, and how deadly silent was
+the night. Crouched close beside the door I could
+barely hear the muttered conversation of the soldiers
+on guard; and when I crossed to the open window I
+looked out upon a black void, utterly soundless. Not
+even the distant crack of a rifle now broke the solemn
+stillness, and the only spot of color visible was the dull
+red glow of a campfire on the opposite bank of the
+river. I had no way of computing time, and the lagging
+hours seemed centuries long, as terrifying doubts
+assailed me.</p>
+<p>Every new thought became an agony of suspense.
+Had the plans failed? Had Boisrondet discovered the
+prisoner so closely guarded as to make rescue impossible?
+Had his nerve, his daring, vanished before the
+real danger of the venture? Had De Artigny refused
+to accept the chance? What had happened; what was
+happening out there in the mystery?</p>
+<p>All I could do was pray, and wait. Perhaps no
+word would be given me&ndash;&ndash;the escape might already
+be accomplished, and I left here to my fate. Boisrondet
+knew nothing of my decision to accompany De
+Artigny in his exile. If the way was difficult and dangerous,
+he might not consider it essential to communicate
+with me at all. De Tonty had promised, to be
+sure, yet he might have failed to so instruct the younger
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_346' name='page_346'></a>346</span>
+man. I clung to the window, the agony of this possibility,
+driving me wild.</p>
+<p><i>Mon Dieu!</i> was that a noise overhead? I could see
+nothing, yet, as I leaned further out, a cord touched
+my face. I grasped it, and drew the dangling end in.
+It was weighted with a bit of wood. A single coal
+glowed in the fireplace, and from this I ignited a
+splinter, barely yielding me light enough to decipher
+the few words traced on the white surface: &ldquo;Safe so
+far; have you any word?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>My veins throbbed; I could have screamed in delight,
+or sobbed in sudden joy and relief. I fairly
+crept to the window on hands and knees, animated now
+with but one thought, one hope&ndash;&ndash;the desire not to be
+left here behind, alone. I hung far out, my face upturned,
+staring into the darkness. The distance was
+not great, only a few feet to the roof above, yet so
+black was the night that the edge above me blended
+imperceptibly against the sky. I could perceive no
+movement, no outline. Could they have already gone?
+Was it possible that they merely dropped this brief
+message, and instantly vanished? No, the cord still
+dangled; somewhere in that dense gloom, the two men
+peered over the roof edge waiting my response.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I called up softly, unable to restrain
+my eagerness.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame,&rdquo; it was De Artigny&rsquo;s voice, although
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_347' name='page_347'></a>347</span>
+a mere whisper. &ldquo;You have some word for
+me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, listen; is there any way by which I can join
+you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Join me&ndash;&ndash;here?&rdquo; astonishment at my request
+made him incoherent. &ldquo;Why, Madame, the risk is
+great&ndash;&ndash;&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Never mind that; my reason is worthy, nor have
+we time now to discuss the matter. Monsieur Boisrondet
+is there a way?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I heard them speak to each other, a mere murmur of
+sound; then another voice reached my ears clearly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We have a strong grass rope, Madame, which will
+safely bear your weight. The risk will not be great.
+I have made a noose, and will lower it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I reached it with my hand, but felt a doubt as my
+fingers clasped it.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis very small, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But strong enough for double your weight, as
+&rsquo;twas Indian woven. Put foot in the noose, and hold
+tight. There are two of us holding it above.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The memory of the depth below frightened me, yet
+I crept forth on the narrow sill, clinging desperately to
+the taut rope, until I felt my foot safely pressed into
+the noose, which tightened firmly about it.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Now,&rdquo; I said, barely able to make my lips speak.
+&ldquo;I am ready.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_348' name='page_348'></a>348</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Then swing clear, Madame; we&rsquo;ll hold you safe.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I doubt if it was a full minute in which I swung out
+over that gulf amid the black night. My heart seemed
+to stop beating, and I retained no sense other than to
+cling desperately to the swaying cord which alone held
+me from being dashed to death on the jagged rocks
+below. Inch by inch they drew me up, the continuous
+jerks yielding a sickening sensation, but the distance
+was so short, I could scarcely realize the full danger,
+before De Artigny grasped me with his hands, and
+drew me in beside him on the roof. I stood upon my
+feet, trembling from excitement, yet encouraged in my
+purpose, by his first words of welcome.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Adele,&rdquo; he exclaimed, forgetful of the presence of
+his comrade. &ldquo;Surely you had serious cause for joining
+us here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Am I welcome, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Can you doubt? Yet surely it was not merely to
+say farewell that you assumed such risk?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur, it was not to say farewell. I would
+accompany you in your flight. Do not start like that
+at my words; I cannot see your face&ndash;&ndash;perhaps if I
+could I should lose courage. I have made my choice,
+Monsieur. I will not remain the slave of M. Cassion.
+Whether for good or evil I give you my faith.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You&ndash;&ndash;you,&rdquo; his hands grasped mine. &ldquo;You
+mean you will go with me into exile, into the woods?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_349' name='page_349'></a>349</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But do you realize what it all means? I am a
+fugitive, a hunted man; never again can I venture
+within French civilization. I must live among savages.
+No, no, Adele, the sacrifice is too great. I cannot
+accept of it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do you love me, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>&ndash;&ndash;yes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then there is no sacrifice. My heart would break
+here. God! Would you doom me to live out my life
+with that brute&ndash;&ndash;that murderer? I am a young
+woman, a mere girl, and this is my one chance to save
+myself from hell. I am not afraid of the woods, of
+exile, of anything, so I am with you. I would rather
+die than go to him&ndash;&ndash;to confess him husband.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The lady is right, Rene,&rdquo; Boisrondet said earnestly.
+&ldquo;You must think of her as well as yourself.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Think of her! <i>Mon Dieu</i>, of whom else do I
+think. Adele, do you mean your words? Would you
+give up all for me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But do you know what your choice means?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I stood before him, brave in the darkness.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur I have faced it all. I know; the choice
+is made&ndash;&ndash;will you take me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Then I was in his strong arms, and for the first time,
+his lips met mine.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_350' name='page_350'></a>350</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXXI_WE_REACH_THE_RIVER' id='CHAPTER_XXXI_WE_REACH_THE_RIVER'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXXI</h2>
+<h3>WE REACH THE RIVER</h3>
+</div>
+<p>It was the voice of Boisrondet which recalled us to
+a sense of danger.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is late, and we must not linger here,&rdquo; he insisted,
+touching De Artigny&rsquo;s sleeve. &ldquo;The guard may discover
+your absence, Rene, before we get beyond the
+stockade. Come, we must move quickly.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, and with more than ever to give us courage,
+Francois. Yet how can we get Madame safely over
+the logs?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;She must venture the same as we. Follow me
+closely, and tread with care.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So dark was the night I was obliged to trust entirely
+to De Artigny&rsquo;s guidance, but it was evident that both
+men were familiar with the way, and had thoroughly
+considered the best method of escape. No doubt De
+Tonty and his young lieutenant had arranged all details,
+so as to assure success. We traversed the flat
+roofs of the chain of log houses along the west side of
+the stockade until we came to the end. The only light
+visible was a dull glow of embers before the guardhouse
+near the center of the parade, which revealed a
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_351' name='page_351'></a>351</span>
+group of soldiers on duty. The stockade extended
+some distance beyond where we halted, crouched low
+on the flat roof to escape being seen. There would be
+armed men along that wall, especially near the gates,
+guarding against attack, but the darkness gave us no
+glimpse. There was no firing, no movement to be
+perceived. The two men crept to the edge, and looked
+cautiously over, and I clung close to De Artigny,
+nervous from the silence, and afraid to become separated.
+Below us was the dense blackness of the gorge.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;This is the spot,&rdquo; whispered De Artigny, &ldquo;and no
+alarm yet. How far to the rocks?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;De Tonty figured the distance at forty feet below
+the stockade; we have fifty feet of rope here. The
+rock shelf is narrow, and the great risk will be not to
+step off in the darkness. There should be an iron ring
+here somewhere&ndash;&ndash;ay, here it is; help me draw the
+knot taut, Rene.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do we&ndash;&ndash;do we go down here, Monsieur?&rdquo; I
+questioned, my voice faltering.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Here, or not at all; there are guards posted yonder
+every two yards. This is our only chance to escape
+unseen.&rdquo; Boisrondet tested the rope, letting it slip
+slowly through his hands down into the darkness below,
+until it hung at full length. &ldquo;It does not touch,&rdquo;
+he said, &ldquo;yet it cannot lack more than a foot or two.
+Faith! We must take the risk. I go first Rene&ndash;&ndash;hush! &rsquo;tis
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_352' name='page_352'></a>352</span>
+best so&ndash;&ndash;the lady would prefer that you
+remain, while I test the passage. The devil himself
+may be waiting there.&rdquo; He gazed down, balancing
+himself on the edge, the cord gripped in his hands.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Now mind my word; once on the rock below I
+will signal with three jerks on the cord. Haul up then
+slowly, so as to make no noise; make a noose for the
+lady&rsquo;s foot, and lower her with care. You have the
+strength?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, for twice her weight.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good; there will be naught to fear, Madame, for I
+will be below to aid your footing. When I give the
+signal again Rene will descend and join us.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The rope is to be left dangling?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Only until I return. Once I leave you safe beyond
+the Iroquois, &rsquo;tis my part to climb this rope again.
+Some task that,&rdquo; cheerfully, &ldquo;yet De Tonty deems it
+best that no evidence connect us with this escape.
+What make you the hour?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Between one and two.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Which will give me time before daydawn; so here,
+I chance it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He swung himself over the edge, and slipped silently
+down into the black mystery. We leaned over to
+watch, but could see nothing, our only evidence of his
+progress, the jerking of the cord. De Artigny&rsquo;s hand
+closed on mine.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_353' name='page_353'></a>353</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Dear,&rdquo; he whispered tenderly, &ldquo;we are alone now&ndash;&ndash;you
+are sorry?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am happier than I have ever been in my life,&rdquo; I
+answered honestly. &ldquo;I have done what I believe to be
+right, and trust God. All I care to know now is that
+you love me.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;With every throb of my heart,&rdquo; he said solemnly.
+&ldquo;It is my love which makes me dread lest you regret.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That will never be, Monsieur; I am of the frontier,
+and do not fear the woods. Ah! he has reached
+the rock safely&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis the signal.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny drew up the cord, testing it to make
+sure the strands held firm, and made careful noose,
+into which he slipped my foot.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Now, Adele, you are ready?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, sweetheart; kiss me first.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You have no fear?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not with your strong hands to support, but do not
+keep me waiting long below.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Ay, but I was frightened as I swung off into the
+black void, clinging desperately to that slight rope,
+steadily sinking downward. My body rubbed against
+the rough logs, and then against rock. Once a jagged
+edge wounded me, yet I dare not release my grip, or
+utter a sound. I sank down, down, the strain ever
+greater on my nerves. I retained no knowledge of distance,
+but grew apprehensive of what awaited me below.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_354' name='page_354'></a>354</span>
+Would the rope reach to the rock? Would I
+swing clear? Even as these thoughts began to horrify,
+I felt a hand grip me, and Boisrondet&rsquo;s whisper gave
+cheerful greeting.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is all right, Madame; release your foot, and
+trust me. Good, now do not venture to move, until
+Rene joins us. Faith, he wastes little time; he is coming
+now.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I could see nothing, not even the outlines of my companion,
+who stood holding the cord taut. I could feel
+the jagged face of the rock, against which I stood, and
+ventured, by reaching out with one foot, to explore
+my immediate surroundings. The groping toe touched
+the edge of the narrow shelf, and I drew back startled
+at thought of another sheer drop into the black depths.
+My heart was still pounding when De Artigny found
+foothold beside me. As he swung free from the cord,
+his fingers touched my dress.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A fine test of courage that, Adele,&rdquo; he whispered,
+&ldquo;but with Francois here below there was small peril.
+Now what next?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A ticklish passage for a few yards. Stand close
+until I get by; now cling to the wall, and follow me.
+Once off this shelf we can plan our journey. Madame,
+take hold of my jacket. Rene, you have walked this
+path before.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, years since, but I recall its peril.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_355' name='page_355'></a>355</span></div>
+<p>We crept forward, so cautiously it seemed we
+scarcely moved, the rock shelf we traversed so narrow
+in places that I could scarce find space in which to
+plant my feet firmly. Boisrondet whispered words of
+guidance back to me, and I could feel De Artigny
+touch my skirt as he followed, ready to grip me if I
+fell. Yet then I experienced no fear, no shrinking,
+my every thought centered on the task. Nor was the
+way long. Suddenly we clambered onto a flat rock,
+crossed it, and came to the edge of a wood, with a
+murmur of water not far away. Here Boisrondet
+paused, and we came close about him. There seemed
+to be more light here, although the tree shadows were
+grim, and the night rested about us in impressive
+silence.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Here is where the river trail comes down,&rdquo; and
+Boisrondet made motion to the left. &ldquo;You should
+remember that well, Rene.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I was first to pass over it; it leads to the water
+edge.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; not so easily followed in the night, yet you
+are woodsman enough to make it. So far as we know
+from above the Iroquois have not discovered there is
+a passage here. Listen, Rene; I leave you now, for
+those were De Tonty&rsquo;s orders. He said that from now
+on you would be safe alone. Of course he knew nothing
+of Madame&rsquo;s purpose.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_356' name='page_356'></a>356</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur shall not find me a burden,&rdquo; I interrupted.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am sure of that,&rdquo; he said gallantly, &ldquo;and so
+think it best to return while the night conceals my
+movements. There will be hot words when M. Cassion
+discovers your escape, and my chief may need my
+sword beside him, if it comes to blows. Is my decision
+to return right, Rene?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, right; would that I might be with you. But
+what plan did M. de Tonty outline for me to follow?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas what I started to tell. At the edge of the
+water, but concealed from the river by rocks, is a small
+hut where we keep hidden a canoe ready fitted for any
+secret service. &rsquo;Twas Sieur de la Salle&rsquo;s thought that
+it might prove of great use in time of siege. No doubt
+it is there now just as we left it, undiscovered of the
+Iroquois. This will bear you down the river until daylight,
+when you can hide along shore.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is a rifle?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Two of them, with powder and ball.&rdquo; He laid his
+hand on the other&rsquo;s shoulder. &ldquo;There is nothing more
+to say, and time is of value. Farewell, my friend.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Farewell,&rdquo; their fingers clasped. &ldquo;There will be
+other days, Francois; my gratitude to M. de Tonty.&rdquo;
+Boisrondet stepped back, and, hat in hand, bowed
+to me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Adieu, Madame; a pleasant journey.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_357' name='page_357'></a>357</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;A moment, Monsieur,&rdquo; I said, a falter in my voice.
+&ldquo;You are M. de Artigny&rsquo;s friend, an officer of France,
+and a Catholic.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you think that I am right in my choice? that
+I am doing naught unworthy of my womanhood?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Even in the darkness I saw him make the symbol of
+the cross, before he bent forward and kissed my hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Madame,&rdquo; he said gravely, &ldquo;I am but a plain soldier,
+with all my service on the frontier. I leave to the
+priests the discussion of doctrines, and to God my punishment
+and reward. I can only answer you as De Artigny&rsquo;s
+friend, and an officer of France. I give you
+honor, and respect, and deem your love and trust far
+more holy than your marriage. My faith, and my
+sword are yours, Madame.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I felt his lips upon my hand, yet knew not he had
+gone. I stood there, my eyes blinded with tears at his
+gallant words, only becoming conscious of his disappearance,
+when De Artigny drew me to him, his cheek
+pressed against my hair.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He has gone! we are alone!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, dear one; but I thank God for those last
+words. They have given me courage, and faith. So
+my old comrades believe us right the criticism of others
+does not move me. You love me, Adele? you do not
+regret?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_358' name='page_358'></a>358</span></div>
+<p>My arms found way about his neck; my lips uplifted
+to his.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, I shall never regret; I trust God, and
+you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>How he ever found his way along that dim trail I
+shall never know. Some memory of its windings, together
+with the instinct of a woodsman, must have
+given guidance, while no doubt his feet, clad in soft
+Indian moccasins, enabled him to feel the faint track,
+imperceivable in the darkness. It led along a steep
+bank, through low, tangled bushes, and about great
+trees, with here and there a rock thrust across the path,
+compelling detour. The branches scratched my face,
+and tore my dress, confusing me so that had I not
+clung to his arm, I should have been instantly lost in
+the gloom. Our advance was slow and cautious, every
+step taken in silence. Snakes could not have moved
+with less noise, and the precaution was well taken.
+Suddenly De Artigny stopped, gripping me in warning.
+For a moment there was no sound, except the distant
+murmur of waters, and the chatter of some night bird.
+Yet some instinct of the woods held the man motionless,
+listening. A twig cracked to our left, and then
+a voice spoke, low and rumbling. It sounded so close
+at hand the fellow could scarcely have been five yards
+away. Another voice answered, and we were aware
+of bodies, stealing along through the wood; there was
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_359' name='page_359'></a>359</span>
+a faint rustling of dead leaves, and the occasional
+swish of a branch. We crouched low in the trail,
+fairly holding our breath, every nerve tense. There
+was no sound from below, but in the other direction
+one warrior&ndash;&ndash;I could see the dim outline of his naked
+figure&ndash;&ndash;passed within reach of my outstretched hand.</p>
+<p>Assured that all had passed beyond hearing De Artigny
+rose to his feet, and assisted me to rise, his
+hand still grasping mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Iroquois, by the look of that warrior,&rdquo; he whispered,
+&ldquo;and enough of them to mean mischief. I
+would I knew their language.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas the tongue of the Tuscaroras,&rdquo; I answered.
+&ldquo;My father taught me a little of it years ago. The
+first words spoken were a warning to be still; the other
+answered that the white men are all asleep.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And I am not sure but that is true. If De Tonty
+was in command the walls would be well guarded, but
+De Baugis and Cassion know nothing of Indian war.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You believe it to be an assault?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It hath the look; &rsquo;tis not Indian nature to gather
+thus at this night hour, without a purpose. But, <i>pouf</i>,
+there is little they can do against that stockade of logs
+for all their numbers. It is our duty to be well away
+by daylight.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The remaining distance to the water&rsquo;s edge was not
+far&ndash;&ndash;a direct descent amid a litter of rocks, shadowed
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_360' name='page_360'></a>360</span>
+by great trees. Nothing opposed our passage, nor did
+we hear any sound from the savages concealed in the
+forest above. De Artigny led the way along the shore
+until we reached the log hut. Its door stood open; the
+canoe was gone.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_361' name='page_361'></a>361</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXXII_WE_MEET_SURPRISE' id='CHAPTER_XXXII_WE_MEET_SURPRISE'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXXII</h2>
+<h3>WE MEET SURPRISE</h3>
+</div>
+<p>Not until we had felt carefully from wall to wall
+did we admit our disappointment. There were
+no overshadowing trees here, and what small glimmer
+of light came from the dull skies found reflection on
+river and rocks, so that we could perceive each other,
+and gain dim view of our surroundings.</p>
+<p>Of the canoe there was absolutely no trace, and, if
+arms had been hidden there also, they had likewise
+disappeared. The very fact that the door stood wide
+open, its wooden lock broken, told the story clearly. I
+remained silent, staring about through the semi-darkness
+of the interior, rendered speechless by a feeling
+of utter helplessness. De Artigny, after an utterance
+of disappointment, felt his way along the walls;
+as he came back to the open door our eyes met, and
+he must have read despair in mine, for he smiled
+encouragingly.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Swept bare, little girl,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Not so much
+as an ounce of powder left. The savages got here
+before us, it seems. Never mind; we shall have to
+travel a ways on woodcraft, and it will not be the first
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_362' name='page_362'></a>362</span>
+wilderness journey I have made without arms. Did
+De Tonty mention to you where he believed the Illini
+were in hiding?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;are they Indians?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; the river tribes, the most loyal of all to
+La Salle. It was one of their villages we saw on the
+bank of the stream as we approached the fort from the
+west, I told Boisrondet that it stood there deserted,
+but not destroyed, and it was our judgment the inhabitants
+were hiding among the river bluffs. Without
+canoes they could not travel far, and are probably concealed
+out yonder. If we can find them our greatest
+peril is past.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They are friendly?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, and have never shed white blood. I know
+them well, and with leadership they would be a match
+even for the Iroquois. De Tonty led them once against
+these same warriors, and they fought like fiends.
+Come, we will follow the stream, and see if we cannot
+find trace of their covert.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>It was but a cluster of rocks where the hut stood,
+and a few yards below we found the forest creeping
+down to the very bank of the river. The sky had
+lightened above us, the obscuring clouds opening to
+let the silver gleam of stars through, and we paused a
+moment gazing back, and upward at the vast rock on
+which perched the beleaguered fort. We could dimly
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_363' name='page_363'></a>363</span>
+perceive the vague outline of it silhouetted against the
+lighter arch of sky. In massive gloom and silence it
+seemed to dominate the night, the grim forest sweeping
+up to its very walls. Not a gleam of light appeared;
+not a sound reached us. I felt De Artigny&rsquo;s
+arm about me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I would that I really knew what was going on
+yonder &rsquo;neath the screen of trees,&rdquo; he said gravely.
+&ldquo;Some Indian trick, perchance, which it might be in
+my power to circumvent&ndash;&ndash;at least bear to the lads
+fair warning.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You would risk life for that?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, my own readily. That is a lesson of the wilderness;
+the duty of a comrade. But for your presence
+I should be climbing the hill seeking to learn the
+purpose of those savages&ndash;&ndash;else I was no true soldier
+of France.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What think you their purpose is, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;An attack in force at dawn. Those who passed
+us were heavily armed, and crept forward stealthily,
+stripped and painted for war. There were other parties,
+no doubt, creeping up through the woods from
+all sides. &rsquo;Tis my thought the hour has struck for
+them to make their great effort. They have scattered
+the friendly Indians, killed them, or driven them in
+terror down the river. Their villages have been
+destroyed. Now all the warriors who have been at
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_364' name='page_364'></a>364</span>
+that business have returned, filled with blood lust, and
+eager to strike at the French.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But they cannot win? Surely they cannot capture
+the fort, Monsieur? Why it is all rock?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;On three sides&ndash;&ndash;yes; but to the south there is
+ample space for attack in force. Those woods yonder
+would conceal a thousand savages within a few
+hundred yards of the fort gates. And what of the defense?
+Opposing them is one hundred and fifty feet
+of stockade, protected at best by fifty rifles. There
+are no more in the fort, officers, Indians, and all; and
+Boisrondet says scarcely a dozen rounds of powder
+and ball to a man. If the Iroquois know this&ndash;&ndash;and
+why should they not?&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twill be no great feat of arms
+to batter their way in. I would do that which is right,
+Adele, if I saw clearly.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I clung to his hands, staring back still at the grim
+outline of the silent fort. I understood his thoughts,
+his desire to aid his comrades; but, for a moment, my
+mind was a blank. I could not let him go, alone, to
+almost certain death. No, nor would he abandon me
+on such a mission! Was there no other way by which
+we could serve? Suddenly a thought crept into my
+mind.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I asked breathlessly, &ldquo;where do you
+suppose those Illini Indians to be?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Back from the river, in a glen of caves and rocks.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_365' name='page_365'></a>365</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;How far from here?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Four or five miles; there is a trail from the mouth
+of the creek.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you know the way? and there might be many
+warriors there? they will remember you, and obey your
+orders?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He straightened up, aroused as the full meaning of
+my questioning occurred to him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, there is a chance there, if we find them in
+time, and in force enough to make foray. <i>Sacre!</i> I
+know not why such thought has not come to me before.
+Could we but fall on those devils from the rear in surprise,
+even with a third their number, they would run
+like cats. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> I thank you for the thought.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>We plunged into the forest, no longer endeavoring
+to advance silently, but inspired with a desire to
+achieve our goal as soon as possible. At the mouth of
+a stream entering the river, De Artigny picked me up
+in his arms, and waded across. On the opposite bank
+he sought eagerly on hands and knees for the old trace
+he dimly remembered. At last he stood erect.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, lass, it&rsquo;s here, and to be easily followed. What
+hour do you make it now?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;About three.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So I would have said; and &rsquo;tis not daylight until
+after five. We can scarce make it, yet we will try.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>It was not as dark here away from the gloom of
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_366' name='page_366'></a>366</span>
+the Rock; the forest was open, and yet I will never
+know how De Artigny succeeded in following that dim
+trail at so rapid a gait. As for me I could see nothing
+of any path, and merely followed him blindly, not even
+certain of the nature of the ground under my feet.
+Again and again I tripped over some obstacles&ndash;&ndash;a
+root, a tuft of grass&ndash;&ndash;and continually unnoted
+branches flapped against my face. Once I fell prone, yet
+so noiselessly that Rene passed beyond view before he
+realized my misfortune, and returned to help me regain
+my feet. Not until then, I think, did he comprehend
+the rapidity of his movements.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your pardon, dear girl,&rdquo; and his lips brushed my
+hair, as he held me in his arms. &ldquo;I forgot all but
+our comrades yonder. The night is dark to your eyes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I can see nothing,&rdquo; I confessed regretfully, &ldquo;yet
+you have no difficulty.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a woodsman&rsquo;s training. I have followed
+many a dim trail in dark forests, and this is so plain
+I could keep to it on a run if necessary. Ah! the fort
+is awake and vigilant&ndash;&ndash;that was rifle fire.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I had not only heard the sharp reports, but seen the
+flash of fire cleaving the darkness.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The discharges came from the woods yonder&ndash;&ndash;they
+were Indian guns, Monsieur. See! those two
+last were from the stockade; I could perceive the logs
+in the flare.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_367' name='page_367'></a>367</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, and that is all; the lads will waste no ammunition
+in the gloom, except to tell the savages they are
+awake and ready.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How far have we traveled, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A mile, perhaps. At the crooked oak yonder we
+leave the stream. You met with no harm when you
+fell?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No more than a bruise. I can go on now.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>We turned to the right, and plunged into the
+thicket, the way now so black that I grasped his jacket
+in fear of becoming lost. We were clambering up a
+slight hill, careless of everything but our footing, when
+there was a sudden rustling of the low branches on
+either side our path. De Artigny stopped, thrusting
+me back, while at that very instant, indistinct forms
+seemed to leap forth from the covert. It occurred so
+quickly, so silently, that before I even realized danger,
+he was struggling madly with the assailants. I
+heard the crash of blows, an oath of surprise, a guttural
+exclamation, a groan of pain. Hands gripped
+me savagely; I felt naked bodies, struggled wildly to
+escape, but was flung helplessly to the ground, a hand
+grasping my hair. I could see nothing only a confused
+mass of legs and arms, but De Artigny was still on his
+feet, struggling desperately. From some hand he had
+grabbed a rifle, and swung it crashing into the faces
+of those grappling him. Back he came step by step,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_368' name='page_368'></a>368</span>
+fighting like a fiend, until he stood over me. With one
+wide sweep of his clutched weapon he struck me free,
+a blow which shattered the gun stock, and left him
+armed only with the iron bar. But the battle fury
+was on him; dimly I could see him towering above me,
+bareheaded, his clothes torn to rags, the grim barrel
+poised for a blow.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;St. Ann!&rdquo; he cried exultantly. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a good fight
+so far&ndash;&ndash;would you have more of it?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Hold!&rdquo; broke in a French voice from out the
+darkness. &ldquo;What means this? Are you of white
+blood?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I have always supposed so.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A renegade consorting with devils of the Iroquois?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> No! an officer of Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I could see the white man thrust aside the Indian
+circle, and strike through. His face was invisible,
+although I was upon my knees now, but he was a short,
+heavily built fellow.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Stand back! ay, make room. Saint Guise, we are
+fighting our own friends. If you are of the garrison
+name yourself.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny, still clasping his rifle barrel, reached
+out his other hand, and lifted me to my feet.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Perchance,&rdquo; he said coolly, &ldquo;if I were a stickler
+for etiquette, I might ask you first for some explanation
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_369' name='page_369'></a>369</span>
+of this attack. However, we have made some
+heads ring, so I waive that privilege. I am the Sieur
+de Artigny, a lieutenant of La Salle&rsquo;s.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i>&rdquo; the other stepped forward, his hand
+outstretched. &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis no unknown name to me, although
+we have never before met by some chance&ndash;&ndash;I am
+Francois de la Forest.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;La Forest! You were in France three months
+ago.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Aye; I was there when Sieur de la Salle landed.
+He told me the whole tale. I was with him when he
+had audience with Louis. I am here now bearing the
+orders of the King, countersigned by La Barre at
+Quebec, restoring De Tonty to command at Fort St.
+Louis, and bidding De Baugis and that fool Cassion
+return to New France.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny crushed the man&rsquo;s hand in both his own,
+dropping the rifle barrel to the ground. His voice
+trembled as he made answer.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;He won the King&rsquo;s favor? he convinced Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No doubt of that&ndash;&ndash;never saw I a greater
+miracle.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And the Sieur de la Salle&ndash;&ndash;has he returned?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nay; he remains in France, to fit out an expedition
+to sail for the mouth of the Great River. He hath
+special commission from the King. To me was given
+the honor of bearing his message. Ah! but La Barre
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_370' name='page_370'></a>370</span>
+raved like a mad bull when I handed him the King&rsquo;s
+order. I thought he would burst a blood vessel, and
+give us a new governor. But no such luck. Pah! I
+stood there, struggling to keep a straight face, for he
+had no choice but obey. &rsquo;Twas a hard dose to swallow,
+but there was Louis&rsquo; orders in his own hand, all
+duly sealed; and a command that I be dispatched hither
+with the message.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How made you the journey in so short a time?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Overland from Detroit, the same trail you traveled
+with La Salle; &rsquo;tis much the shorter.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Alone?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;With two <i>courier de bois</i>; they are with me now.
+But what is this De Artigny you have with you&ndash;&ndash;a
+woman?&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_371' name='page_371'></a>371</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXXIII_WARRIORS_OF_THE_ILLINI' id='CHAPTER_XXXIII_WARRIORS_OF_THE_ILLINI'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXXIII</h2>
+<h3>WARRIORS OF THE ILLINI</h3>
+</div>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, M. de la Forest,&rdquo; I said, stepping forward
+to save Rene from a question which would
+embarrass him. &ldquo;I am the daughter of Captain la
+Chesnayne, whom the Sieur de Artigny hath taken
+under his protection.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;La Chesnayne&rsquo;s daughter! Ah, I heard the story
+told in Quebec&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twas La Barre&rsquo;s aid who gave me
+the facts with many a chuckle as though he held it an
+excellent joke. But why are you here, Madame? Is
+not M. Cassion in the fort yonder?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis a long tale, La Forest,&rdquo; broke in De Artigny,
+laying his hand on the other&rsquo;s shoulder, &ldquo;and will bide
+a better time for telling. I am a soldier, and you may
+trust my word. We are La Salle&rsquo;s men; let it go at
+that, for there is graver duty fronting us now than
+the retelling of camp gossip. Madame is my friend,
+and my hand will defend her reputation. Is that
+enough, comrade?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, enough. My best regards, Madame,&rdquo; and he
+bowed low before me, his words ringing true. &ldquo;Whoever
+Sieur de la Salle has learned to trust hath my
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_372' name='page_372'></a>372</span>
+faith also. You have come from the fort I take it,
+De Artigny? How are matters there?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ill enough; the officers at swords&rsquo; points, and the
+men divided into three camps, for where De la Durantaye
+stands there is no evidence. M. Cassion holds
+command by virtue of La Barre&rsquo;s commission, and
+knows no more of Indian war than a Quebec storekeeper.
+The garrison numbers fifty men all told; two-thirds
+soldiers, and a poor lot.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;With ammunition, and food?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ample to eat, so far as I know, but Boisrondet
+tells me with scarce a dozen rounds per man. The
+Iroquois are at the gates, and will attack at daylight.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You know this?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The signs are plain. We passed one party clambering
+up the cliff&ndash;&ndash;no less than fifty warriors, naked
+and painted for war. Tuscaroras, Madame said from
+the words she overheard as they slipped past where we
+hid. &rsquo;Tis not likely they made reconnoissance alone.
+The fiends have been a week in this valley, and have
+swept all clear of our Indian allies; now they can bring
+their full force against the fort.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No doubt you are right.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas my judgment, at least, and we sought help
+when we ran into you. What Indians have you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Illini, mostly, with a handful of Miamis and
+Kickapoos. We met them at the crossing, hiding in
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_373' name='page_373'></a>373</span>
+the hills. They were sadly demoralized, and filled with
+horror at what they had seen, yet agreed to return
+here under my leadership.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who is their chief?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Old Sequitah&ndash;&ndash;you know him?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, a real warrior. &rsquo;Tis better than I dared hope,
+for I have been in battle with him before. Do you
+number a hundred?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And fifty more, though indifferently armed. Never
+have I seen the Illini in action, De Artigny; they seem
+to me a poor lot, so frightened of the wolves as to be
+valueless.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So they are if left to themselves, but under white
+leadership they stiffen. They will fight if given the
+Indian style. They will never stand in defense, but
+if we lead them to a surprise, they&rsquo;ll give good account
+of themselves. That is my plan La Forest&ndash;&ndash;that we
+creep up through the woods behind the Iroquois lines.
+They will expect no attack from the rear, and will
+have no guard. If we move quickly while it remains
+dark, we ought to get within a few yards of the red
+demons without discovery. They will fight desperately,
+no doubt, for their only hope of escape would
+be to either plunge down the rocky banks on either
+side, or cut a way through. You have been at the
+fort?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Twice before.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_374' name='page_374'></a>374</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Then you know the nature of the ground. &rsquo;Tis
+all woodland until within a few hundred yards of the
+gates. You recall the great rock beside the trail?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, and the view from the top.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;My plan would be to creep up that far, with flanking
+parties on the slopes below. In front, as you may
+remember, there is an open space, then a fringe of forest
+hiding the clearing before the stockade. The Iroquois
+will be gathered behind that fringe of trees waiting
+daylight. Is my thought right?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the most likely spot.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then listen; I have thought this all out. You and
+I, with Sequitah, will take a hundred of your Indians,
+cross the small river, and advance up the trail. That
+leaves fifty warriors to creep through the woods on
+either slope, twenty-five to a side, led by your two
+<i>couriers de bois</i>. We will wait at the great rock, and
+give the signal.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>La Forest stood silent a moment, thinking; then
+rested his hand on De Artigny&rsquo;s shoulder.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It looks feasible enough, but the flanking parties
+may not reach their positions in time.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The one from the west will not have as far to
+travel as we do. The other does not make so much
+difference, for if the Iroquois break they will come in
+this direction&ndash;&ndash;the other side of the trail is sheer
+rock.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_375' name='page_375'></a>375</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;True; and what about the lady?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I shall go with you, Messieurs,&rdquo; I said quietly.
+&ldquo;There will be no more danger there than here; besides
+you would not leave me alone without a guard,
+and you will need every fighting man.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I felt the grip of Rene&rsquo;s hand but it was La Forest&rsquo;s
+voice that spoke.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The right ring to that, hey, De Artigny! Madame
+answers my last argument. But first, let us have word
+with the chief.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He addressed a word into the crowd of indistinguishable
+figures, and an Indian came forward. Dim
+as the light was I was impressed with the dignity of
+his carriage, the firm character of his facial outline.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I am Sequitah, Chief of the Mascoutins,&rdquo; he said
+gravely, &ldquo;for whom the white chief sent.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny stepped forth, standing as erect as the
+other.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Sequitah is great chief,&rdquo; he said quietly, &ldquo;a warrior
+of many battles, the friend of La Salle. We have
+smoked the peace-pipe together, and walked side by
+side on the war-trail. Sequitah knows who speaks?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The French warrior they call De Artigny.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Right; &rsquo;tis not the first time you and I have met
+the Iroquois! The wolves are here again; they have
+burned the villages of the Illini, and killed your women
+and children. The valley is black with smoke, and red
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_376' name='page_376'></a>376</span>
+with blood. What says the war chief of the Mascoutins&ndash;&ndash;will
+his warriors fight? Will they strike
+with us a blow against the beasts?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The chief swept his hand in wide circle.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We are warriors; we have tasted blood. What
+are the white man&rsquo;s words of wisdom?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Briefly, in quick, ringing sentences, De Artigny outlined
+his plan. Sequitah listened motionless, his face
+unexpressive of emotion. Twice, confused by some
+French phrase, he asked grave questions, and once a
+<i>courier de bois</i> spoke up in his own tongue, to make
+the meaning clear. As De Artigny ceased the chief
+stood for a moment silent.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;We leap upon them from cover?&rdquo; he asked calmly,
+&ldquo;and the white men will sally forth to aid us?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis so we expect&ndash;&ndash;M. de Tonty is never averse
+to a fight.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I believe in the Iron Hand; but &rsquo;tis told me others
+command now. If they fail we are but few against
+many.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They will not fail, Sequitah; they are Frenchmen.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Indian folded his hands across his breast, his
+eyes on the two men facing him. There was silence,
+but for the slight rustle of moving bodies in the darkness.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Sequitah hears the voice of his friend,&rdquo; he announced
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_377' name='page_377'></a>377</span>
+at last, &ldquo;and his words sound wise. The warriors
+of the Illini will fight beside the white men.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>There was no time lost although I know but little
+of what occurred, being left alone there while La Forest
+and De Artigny divided the men, and arranged the
+plans of advance. The dense night shrouded much of
+this hasty preparation, for all I could perceive were
+flitting figures, or the black shadow of warriors being
+grouped together. I could hear voices, never loud, giving
+swift orders, or calling to this or that individual
+through the gloom.</p>
+<p>A party tramped by me, and disappeared, twenty or
+more naked warriors, headed by a black-bearded
+Frenchman, bearing a long rifle&ndash;&ndash;the detachment, no
+doubt, dispatched to guard the slope east of the trail,
+and hurried forth to cover the greater distance. Yet
+these could have scarcely advanced far through that
+jungle when the others were also in line, waiting the
+word.</p>
+<p>The very silence in which all this was accomplished,
+the noiseless bodies, the almost breathless attention,
+scarcely enabled me to realize the true meaning of it
+all. These men were going into battle, into a death
+grapple. They meant to attack five times their own
+number. This was no boy&rsquo;s play; it was war, savage,
+relentless war. The stern horror of it seemed to suddenly
+grip me as with icy fingers. Here was what I
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_378' name='page_378'></a>378</span>
+had read of, dreamed of, being enacted before my very
+eyes. I was even a part of it, for I was going with
+them to the field of blood.</p>
+<p>Yet how different everything was from those former
+pictures of imagination. There was no noise,
+no excitement, no shrinking&ndash;&ndash;just those silent, motionless
+men standing in the positions assigned them,
+the dim light gleaming on their naked bodies, their
+ready weapons. I heard the voices of the white men,
+speaking quietly, giving last instructions as they
+passed along the lines. Sequitah took his place, not
+two yards from me, standing like a statue, his face
+stern and emotionless.</p>
+<p>It was like a dream, rather than a reality. I was
+conscious of no thrill, no sense of fear. It was as
+though I viewed a picture in which I had no personal
+interest. Out of the darkness came De Artigny, pausing
+an instant before the chief.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All is well, Sequitah?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;tis as the white chief wishes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then we move at once; La Forest will guide the
+rear; you and I will march together. Give your warriors
+the word.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He turned and took my hand.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You will walk with me, dear one; you are not
+afraid?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not of the peril of coming battle,&rdquo; I answered.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_379' name='page_379'></a>379</span>
+&ldquo;I&ndash;&ndash;I think I hardly realize what that all means;
+but the risk you run. Rene! If&ndash;&ndash;if you win, you
+will be a prisoner condemned to death.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He laughed, and bent low, so I felt his lips brush
+my cheek.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You do not understand, dear girl. A moment and
+I will explain&ndash;&ndash;once we are beyond the stream. Now
+I must see that all move together.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_380' name='page_380'></a>380</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXXIV_WE_WAIT_IN_AMBUSH' id='CHAPTER_XXXIV_WE_WAIT_IN_AMBUSH'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXXIV</h2>
+<h3>WE WAIT IN AMBUSH</h3>
+</div>
+<p>We advanced through the woods down a slight
+incline, the Indians moving like so many phantoms.
+Not a branch rattled as they glided silently forward,
+not a leaf rustled beneath the soft tread of
+moccasined feet. De Artigny led me by the hand,
+aiding me to move quietly over the uneven ground, but
+made no effort to speak. Beside us, not unlike a
+shadow, strode the chief Sequitah, his stern face uplifted,
+shadowed by long black hair, a rifle gripped in
+his sinewy arms. We crossed the little river, De
+Artigny bearing me easily in his grasp, and, on the
+opposite shore, waited for the others to follow. They
+came, a long line of dark, shadowy forms, wading
+cautiously through the shallow water, and ranged
+themselves just below the bank, many still standing in
+the stream. What light there was flickered over naked
+bodies, and revealed savage eyes gleaming from out
+masses of black hair.</p>
+<p>De Artigny stepped forward on the exposed root of
+a tree to where he could see his dusky followers, and
+La Forest climbed the bank, and joined him. A moment
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_381' name='page_381'></a>381</span>
+the two men conferred, turning about to question
+Sequitah. As they separated I could distinguish
+De Artigny&rsquo;s final words.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Very well, then, if it is your wish I take command.
+Sequitah, a hundred warriors will follow you along
+the trail&ndash;&ndash;you know it well. Have your best scouts
+in advance, and circle your braves so as to make attack
+impossible. Your scouts will not go beyond the great
+rock except on my order. M. la Forest will accompany
+them. This is clear?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Indian muttered response in his own tongue;
+then spoke more sharply, and the mass of warriors
+below changed formation, the greater number climbing
+the bank, and grouping themselves in the darker
+shadow of the woods.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who has charge of the others?&rdquo; asked De
+Artigny.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Bastian Courtray,&rdquo; replied La Forest. &ldquo;He is
+yonder.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then Courtray, listen; you follow the stream, but
+do not venture from cover. Post your men below the
+stockade and wait to intercept fugitives. We will do
+the fighting above. Are the warriors with you
+armed?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All but ten have rifles, Monsieur, but I know not
+if they be of value.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You must make the best use of them you can.
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_382' name='page_382'></a>382</span>
+Above all things be quiet, and do nothing to alarm the
+Iroquois. You may go.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I leaned forward watching them as they waded
+down stream, and then climbed the bank, disappearing
+in the undergrowth. Sequitah had moved past me, and
+I heard his voice speaking in Indian dialect. Along
+the forest aisles his warriors glided by where I stood,
+noiselessly as shadows. In another moment De
+Artigny and I were alone, the black night all about us,
+and not a sound reaching our ears to tell of those vanished
+allies. He took my hand, a caress in his touch,
+a suggestion of pride in his voice.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The old chief is warrior still,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and,
+unless all signs fail, the Iroquois will long remember
+this day. Come, Adele, &rsquo;twill not do for us to be far
+behind, and we have walked this trail before together.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Had I not tested it with my own ears never would I
+have believed a hundred men could have made way so
+noiselessly in the dark, through such thick forest, rock
+strewn and deeply rutted. Yet not a sound of their
+stealthy passage was wafted back to us on the wind&ndash;&ndash;no
+echo of voice, no rasping of foot, no rustle of
+leaves. Ghosts could not have moved more silently.
+Some way the very thought that these grim savages
+were thus creeping forward to attack, and kill, their
+hearts mad with hate, wild beasts of prey stalking their
+victims, yielded me a strange feeling of horror. I
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_383' name='page_383'></a>383</span>
+clung to De Artigny&rsquo;s arm, shrinking from the shadows,
+my mind filled with nameless fear.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Adele,&rdquo; he whispered, tenderly, &ldquo;you still fear
+for me in this venture?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is no need. You heard La Forest say he
+bore orders of the King which gave De Tonty command
+once more of Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; but you have already been tried
+and condemned. Even if they have not authority to
+shoot you here, they have power to transport to Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There would be battle first, if I know my old comrades
+well. No, as to that there is no cause to fear. I
+shall be given fair trial now, and welcome it. My
+fear has been for you&ndash;&ndash;the vengeance of Cassion, if
+ever you came within his grasp again. But that also
+is settled.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Settled? What is it you would tell me?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;This, sweetheart; you should know, although I
+would that some other might tell you. La Forest
+whispered it to me while we were alone yonder, for he
+knew not you were estranged from your husband. He
+bears with him the King&rsquo;s order for the arrest of M.
+Cassion. Captain de Baugis is commissioned by
+La Barre to return him safely to Quebec for trial.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;On what charge?&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_384' name='page_384'></a>384</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Treason to France; the giving of false testimony
+against a King&rsquo;s officer, and the concealing of official
+records.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> was it the case of my father?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes; the truth has been made clear. There is, as
+I understand from what La Forest told me, not sufficient
+evidence against La Barre to convict, yet &rsquo;tis
+believed the case will cost him his office. But M.
+Cassion was his agent, and is guilty beyond a doubt.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But, Monsieur, who made the charges? Who
+brought the matter to the attention of Louis?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The Comte de Frontenac; he was your father&rsquo;s
+friend, and won him restoration of his property. Not
+until La Forest met him in France was he aware of
+the wrong done Captain la Chesnayne. Later he had
+converse with La Salle, a Franciscan once stationed at
+Montreal, and two officers of the regiment Carignan-Salliers.
+Armed with information thus gained he made
+appeal to Louis. &rsquo;Tis told me the King was so angry
+he signed the order of arrest with his own hand, and
+handed it to La Forest to execute.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The Governor knows?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not yet. La Forest felt it best to keep the secret,
+fearing he might be detained, or possibly ambushed on
+the way hither.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I cannot describe my feelings&ndash;&ndash;joy, sorrow, memory
+of the past, overwhelming me. My eyes were wet
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_385' name='page_385'></a>385</span>
+with tears, and I could find no words. De Artigny
+seemed to understand, yet he made no effort to speak,
+merely holding me close with his strong arm. So in
+silence, our minds upon the past and the future, we
+followed the savages through the black night along
+the dim trail. For the time I forgot where I was, my
+weird, ghastly surroundings, the purpose of our
+stealthy advance, and remembered only my father, and
+the scenes of childhood. He must have comprehended,
+for he made no attempt to interrupt my reverie, and
+his silence drew me closer&ndash;&ndash;the steady pressure of his
+arm brought me peace.</p>
+<p>Suddenly before us loomed the shadow of the great
+rock, which rose a mighty barrier across the trail, its
+crest outlined against the sky. The Indians had halted
+here, and we pressed forward through them, until we
+came to where the chief and La Forest waited. There
+was a growing tinge of light in the eastern sky,
+enabling us to perceive each other&rsquo;s faces. All was
+tense, expectant, the Indians scarcely venturing to
+breathe, the two white men conversing in whispers.
+Sequitah stood motionless as a statue, his lips tightly
+closed.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your scouts ventured no further?&rdquo; questioned
+De Artigny.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, &rsquo;twas not safe; one man scaled the rock, and
+reports the Iroquois just beyond.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_386' name='page_386'></a>386</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;They hide in covert where I suspected then; but
+I would see with my own eyes. There is crevice here,
+as I remember, to give foothold. Ay, here it is, an
+easy passage enough. Come, La Forest, a glance
+ahead will make clear my plans.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The two clambered up noiselessly, and outstretched
+themselves on the flat surface above. The dawn
+brightened, almost imperceptibly, so I could distinguish
+the savage forms on either side, some standing,
+some squatting on the grass, all motionless, but alert,
+their weapons gleaming, their cruel eyes glittering from
+excitement. La Forest descended cautiously, and
+touched the arm of the chief.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You see?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Indian shook his head.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Sequitah know now; he not need see. We do what
+white chief says.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>La Forest turned toward me.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And you, Madame, De Artigny would have you
+join him.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Surprised at the request I rested my foot in his
+hand, and crept forward along the smooth surface
+until I lay beside Rene. He glanced aside into my
+face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do not lift your head,&rdquo; he whispered. &ldquo;Peer
+through this cleft in the stone.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Had I the talent I could sketch that scene now from
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_387' name='page_387'></a>387</span>
+memory. It must ever abide in my mind, distinct in
+every detail. The sky overcast with cloud masses, a
+dense mist rising from the valley, the pallid spectral
+light barely making visible the strange, grotesque
+shapes of rocks, trees and men. Before us was a narrow
+opening, devoid of vegetation, a sterile patch of
+stone and sand, and beyond this a fringe of trees,
+matted with underbrush below so as to make good
+screen, but sufficiently thinned out above, so that, from
+our elevation, we could look through the interlaced
+branches across the cleared space where the timber
+had been chopped away to the palisades of the fort.
+The first space was filled with warriors, crouching
+behind the cover of underbrush. Most of these were
+lying down, or upon their knees, watchfully peering
+through toward the fort gates, but a few were standing,
+or moving cautiously about bearing word of command.
+The attention of all was in front riveted upon
+the silent, seemingly deserted fort. Not a face did I
+note turned in our direction, not a movement to indicate
+our presence was suspected. It was a line, in
+many places two deep, of naked red bodies, stretching
+down the slope on either side; the coarse black hair of
+the warriors gave them savage look, while here and
+there a chief sported gaudy war bonnet, and all along
+was the gleam of weapons. The number of them
+caused me to gasp for breath.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_388' name='page_388'></a>388</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur,&rdquo; I whispered timidly, &ldquo;you can never
+attack; there are too many.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They appear more numerous than they are,&rdquo; he
+answered confidently, &ldquo;but it will be a stiff fight. Not
+all Tuscaroras either; there are Eries yonder to the
+right, and a few renegade Mohawks with them. Look,
+by the foot of that big tree, the fellow in war bonnet,
+and deerskin shirt&ndash;&ndash;what make you of him?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A white man in spite of his paint.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas my guess also. I thought it likely they had
+a renegade with them, for this is not Indian strategy.
+La Forest was of the same opinion, although &rsquo;twas too
+dark when he was here for us to make sure.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;For what are they waiting, and watching?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The gates to open, no doubt. If they suspect
+nothing within, they will send out a party soon to
+reconnoiter the trail, and reach the river below for
+water. It is the custom, and, no doubt, these devils
+know, and will wait their chance. They urge the laggards
+now.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>We lay and watched them, his hand clasping mine.
+Those warriors who had been lying prone, rose to
+their knees, and weapons in hand, crouched for a
+spring; the chiefs scattered, careful to keep concealed
+behind cover. Not a sound reached us, every movement
+noiseless, the orders conveyed by gesture of the
+hand. De Artigny pressed my fingers.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_389' name='page_389'></a>389</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Action will come soon,&rdquo; he said, his lips at my
+ear, &ldquo;and I must be ready below to take the lead. You
+can serve us best here, Adele; there is no safer spot if
+you lie low. You have a bit of cloth&ndash;&ndash;a handkerchief?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then watch the fort gates, and if you see them
+open drop the cloth over the edge of the rock there
+in signal. I will wait just below, but from where we
+are we can see nothing. You understand?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Surely, Monsieur; I am to remain here and watch;
+then signal you when the fort gates open.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, that is it; or if those savages advance into the
+open&ndash;&ndash;they may not wait.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>His lips touched mine, and I heard him whisper a
+word of endearment.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are a brave girl.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Monsieur; I am frightened, terribly frightened,
+but&ndash;&ndash;but I love you, and am a Frenchwoman.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He crept back silently, and I was left alone on
+the great rock, gazing out anxiously into the gray
+morning.</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_390' name='page_390'></a>390</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXXV_THE_CHARGE_OF_THE_ILLINI' id='CHAPTER_XXXV_THE_CHARGE_OF_THE_ILLINI'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXXV</h2>
+<h3>THE CHARGE OF THE ILLINI</h3>
+</div>
+<p>It seemed a long time, yet it could scarcely have
+exceeded a few moments, for the light of early
+dawn was still dim and spectral, making those savage
+figures below appear strange and inhuman, while,
+through the tree barrier, the more distant stockade was
+little more than a vague shadow. I could barely distinguish
+the sharp pointed logs, and if any guard
+passed, his movements were indistinguishable.</p>
+<p>Had I not known where they were even the position
+of the gates would have been a mystery. Yet I
+lay there, my eyes peering through the cleft in the
+rock, every nerve in my body throbbing. All had been
+entrusted to me; it was to be my signal which would
+send De Artigny, La Forest, and their Indian allies
+forward. I must not fail them; I must do my part.
+Whatever the cost&ndash;&ndash;even though it be his life&ndash;&ndash;nothing
+could absolve me from this duty.</p>
+<p>The Iroquois were massing toward the center,
+directly in front of the closed gates. The change in
+formation was made with all the stealthiness of Indian
+cunning, the warriors creeping silently behind the concealing
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_391' name='page_391'></a>391</span>
+bushes, and taking up their new positions
+according to motions of their chiefs. Those having
+rifles loaded their weapons, while others drew knives
+and tomahawks from their belts, and held them glittering
+in the gray light. The white leader remained
+beside the big tree, paying no apparent heed to anything
+excepting the stockade in front. The daylight
+brightened, but mist clouds overhung the valley, while
+floating wreaths of fog drifted between the great
+rock and the fort gates, occasionally even obscuring
+the Iroquois in vaporous folds. There was no sound,
+no sight, of those hidden below, waiting my word. I
+seemed utterly alone.</p>
+<p>Suddenly I started, lifting myself slightly, on one
+arm so as to see more clearly. Ay, the gates were
+opening, slowly at first as though the great wooden
+hinges made resistance; then the two leaves parted,
+and I had glimpse within. Two soldiers pushed
+against the heavy logs, and, as they opened wider, a
+dozen, or more men were revealed, leaning carelessly
+on their rifles. Boisrondet, bearing gun in the hollow
+of his arm stepped forward into the opening, and gazed
+carelessly about over the gray, mist shrouded scene.</p>
+<p>It was evident enough he felt no suspicion that anything
+more serious than the usual Indian picket would
+be encountered. He turned and spoke to the soldiers,
+waiting while they shouldered their rifles, and tramped
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_392' name='page_392'></a>392</span>
+forth to join him. His back was toward the fringe of
+wood. The arm of the white renegade shot into the
+air, and behind him the massed Iroquois arose to their
+feet, crouching behind their cover ready to spring. I
+reached over the rock edge, and dropped the handkerchief.</p>
+<p>I must have seen what followed, yet I do not know;
+the incidents seem burned on my memory, yet are so
+confused I can place them in no order. The white
+renegade seemed waiting, his arm upraised. Ere it
+fell in signal to dispatch his wild crew to the slaughter,
+there was a crash of rifles all about me, the red flare
+leaping into the gray mist&ndash;&ndash;a savage yell from a hundred
+throats, and a wild rush of naked bodies.</p>
+<p>I saw warriors of the Iroquois fling up their arms
+and fall; I saw them shrink, and shrivel, break ranks
+and run. Surprised, stricken, terrified by the war-whoops
+of the maddened Illini, realizing only that they
+were caught between enemies, their one and only
+thought was escape. Two of their chiefs were down,
+and the white renegade, stumbling and falling as
+though also hurt, dived into the underbrush.</p>
+<p>Before they could rally, or even comprehend what
+had occurred, their assailants were upon them. Leaping
+across the open, over rock and sand, yelling like
+fiends, weapons gleaming in the dull light, the frenzied
+Illini, enflamed with revenge, maddened with hate,
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_393' name='page_393'></a>393</span>
+flung themselves straight at them. Rifles flashed in
+their faces, tomahawks whirled in the air, but nothing
+stopped that rush. Warriors fell, but the others stumbled
+over the naked bodies. I saw De Artigny,
+stripped to his shirt, and that in rags from the bushes
+he had plunged through, his rifle barrel gripped, a yard
+in front of them all. I saw La Forest, bareheaded, and
+Sequitah, his Indian stoicism forgotten in mad blood
+lust.</p>
+<p>Then they struck and were lost in the fierce maelstrom
+of struggle, striking, falling, red hands gripping
+at red throats, rifle butts flung high, tomahawks dealing
+the death blow, knives gleaming as sinewy arms
+drove them home. I could no longer distinguish
+enemy from friend; they were interlocked, struggling
+like mad dogs, fighting as devils might, a wild tangled
+mass of bodies, of waving hair, of blazing eyes, of
+uplifted steel.</p>
+<p>The Iroquois had rallied from their first shock;
+already they realized the small number of the attackers.
+Those who had fled were turning back; those on either
+flank were running toward the scene of fight. I saw
+the white renegade burst from the press, urging these
+laggards forward. Scarcely had he attained the outer
+edge, when De Artigny fought his way forth also,
+tearing the mass asunder with sweep of rifle. They
+stood face to face, glaring into each other&rsquo;s eyes.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_394' name='page_394'></a>394</span></div>
+<p>The rifle in De Artigny&rsquo;s hand was but a twisted
+bar of iron; this renegade&rsquo;s only weapon was a murderous
+knife, its point reddened with blood. What
+word was said, I know not, but I saw De Artigny
+fling his bar aside, and draw the knife at his belt. <i>Mon
+Dieu!</i> I could not look; I know not how they fought;
+I hid my eyes and prayed. When I glanced up again
+both were gone, the fighting mass was surging over the
+spot&ndash;&ndash;but the Iroquois were in flight, seeking only
+some means of escape, while out through the fort gates
+the soldiers of the garrison were coming on a run,
+pouring volleys of lead into the fleeing savages. I saw
+De Tonty, De Baugis, De la Durantaye&ndash;&ndash;ay! and
+there was M. Cassion, back among the stragglers, waving
+his sword gallantly in the air. It was all over with
+so quickly I could but sit and stare; they ran past me
+in pursuit, wild yells echoing through the woods, but
+all I thought of then was M. de Artigny. I scrambled
+down the rock, falling heavily in my haste, yet once
+upon my feet again, rushed forth, reckless of danger.
+The ground was strewn with dead and wounded, the
+victorious Illini already scattered in merciless, headlong
+pursuit. Only a group of soldiers remained at
+the edge of the forest. Among these were De Tonty
+and La Forest. Neither noticed my approach until I
+faced them.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What, Madame,&rdquo; exclaimed De Tonty, &ldquo;you here
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_395' name='page_395'></a>395</span>
+also?&rdquo; he paused as though in doubt, &ldquo;and the Sieur
+de Artigny&ndash;&ndash;had he part in this feat of arms?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A very important part, Monsieur,&rdquo; returned La
+Forest, staunching a wound on his forehead, yet bowing
+gallantly to me. &ldquo;&rsquo;Twas indeed his plan, and I
+permitted him command as he knows these Illini Indians
+better than I.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But does he live, Monsieur?&rdquo; I broke in anxiously.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Live! ay, very much alive&ndash;&ndash;see, he comes yonder
+now. Faith, he fought Jules Lescalles knife to
+knife, and ended the career of that renegade. Is that
+not a recommendation, M. de Tonty?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The other did not answer; he was watching De
+Artigny approach, his eyes filled with doubt. I also
+had scarce thought otherwise, and stepped forward to
+greet him, with hands outstretched. He was rags
+from head to foot, spattered with blood, an ugly wound
+showing on one cheek, yet his lips and eyes smiled.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Twas good work, well done,&rdquo; he said cheerily.
+&ldquo;&rsquo;Twill be a while before the Iroquois besiege this fort
+again. Is that not your thought, M. de Tonty?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I appreciate the service rendered,&rdquo; replied the
+other gravely. &ldquo;But you are in peril here. M. Cassion
+is yonder, and still in command.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Artigny glanced inquiringly at La Forest, and
+the latter stepped forward, a leather bound packet in
+his hands.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_396' name='page_396'></a>396</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Your pardon, M. de Tonty,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;I had forgotten
+my true mission here. I bear orders from the
+King of France.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;From Louis? La Salle has reached the King&rsquo;s
+ear?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, to good results. These are for you, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Tonty took them, yet his thought was not upon
+their contents, but with his absent chief.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You saw Sieur de la Salle in France? you left
+him well?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;More than well&ndash;&ndash;triumphant over all his enemies.
+He sails for the mouth of the Great River with
+a French colony; Louis authorized the expedition.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And is that all?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All, except it was rumored at the court that La
+Barre would not for long remain Governor of New
+France.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The face of the Italian did not change expression;
+slowly he opened the papers, and glanced at their contents;
+then folded them once more, and lifted his eyes
+to our faces.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By Grace of the King,&rdquo; he said simply, &ldquo;I am
+again in command of Fort St. Louis. I see the order
+is countersigned by La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur; he had no choice&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twas not done
+happily.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_397' name='page_397'></a>397</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;I presume not. But Messieurs, it may be well for
+us to return within the fort. Madame, may I have the
+pleasure of escorting you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>We made our way slowly through the fringe of
+woods, and across the open space before the fort gates
+which still stood open. The dead bodies of savages
+were on all sides, so horribly mutilated, many of them,
+that I hid my eyes from the sight. De Tonty tried to
+speak of other things, and to shield me from the view,
+but I was so sick at heart I could hardly answer him.
+De la Durantaye, with a dozen men to aid, was already
+busily engaged in seeking the wounded, and I caught
+sight of De Baugis far down the western slope clambering
+up, a body of Indians at his heels. Cassion had
+disappeared; indeed there was not so much as a single
+guard at the gate when we entered, yet we were greeted
+instantly by his voice.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis well you return, M. de Tonty,&rdquo; he said loudly.
+&ldquo;I was about to call those soldiers yonder, and close
+the gates. &rsquo;Tis hardly safe to have them left thus with
+all these strange Indians about.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They are Illini, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;our allies.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Pah! an Indian is an Indian to my mind; bid
+M. de la Durantaye come hither.&rdquo; He stared at De
+Artigny and me, seeing us first as he stepped forward.
+A moment he gasped, his voice failing; then anger
+conquered, and he strode forward, sword in hand.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_398' name='page_398'></a>398</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> What is this? You here again, you
+bastard wood ranger? I had hopes I was rid of you,
+even at the cost of a wife. Well, I soon will be. Here,
+Durantaye, bring your men; we have a prisoner here
+to stretch rope. De Tonty, I command you in the name
+of France!&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='toprule' />
+<div class='chsp'>
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_399' name='page_399'></a>399</span>
+<a name='CHAPTER_XXXVI_THE_CLEARING_OF_MYSTERY' id='CHAPTER_XXXVI_THE_CLEARING_OF_MYSTERY'></a>
+<h2>CHAPTER XXXVI</h2>
+<h3>THE CLEARING OF MYSTERY</h3>
+</div>
+<p>The point of his sword was at De Artigny&rsquo;s
+breast, but the younger man stood motionless,
+his lips smiling, his eyes on the other&rsquo;s face.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Perchance, Monsieur,&rdquo; he said quietly, &ldquo;it might
+be best for you first to speak with this friend of mine.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What friend? <i>Sacre!</i> What is the fellow to me?
+Who is he? another one of La Salle&rsquo;s spawn?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>La Forest, still bareheaded, his forehead bleeding,
+pressed down the swordblade.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The company is a good one,&rdquo; he said bluntly
+enough, &ldquo;and just now well worth belonging to. I am
+Francois de la Forest, Monsieur, one time commandant
+at Detroit; at present messenger from the King of
+France.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;King&rsquo;s messenger&ndash;&ndash;you! <i>Mon Dieu!</i> you look it.
+Come, man, what mummery is this?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No mummery, Monsieur. I left France two
+months since, bearing the King&rsquo;s own word to M. la
+Barre. &rsquo;Tis with his endorsement I journeyed hither
+to restore Henri de Tonty to his rightful command of
+Fort St. Louis.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_400' name='page_400'></a>400</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;You lie!&rdquo; Cassion cried hotly, eyes blazing hatred
+and anger, &ldquo;&rsquo;tis some hellish trick.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur, never before did man say that to me,
+and live. Were you not felon, and thief I would strike
+you where you stand. Ay, I mean the words&ndash;&ndash;now
+listen; lift that sword point and I shoot you dead.
+Monsieur de Tonty, show the man the papers.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion took them as though in a daze, his hand
+trembling, his eyes burning with malignant rage. I
+doubt if he ever saw clearly the printed and written
+words of the document, but he seemed to grasp vaguely
+the fact of La Barre&rsquo;s signature.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A forgery,&rdquo; he gasped. &ldquo;Ah, De Baugis, see
+here; these damned curs of La Salle would play trick
+on me. Look at the paper.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The dragoon took it, and smoothed it out in his
+hands. His face was grave, as his eyes searched the
+printed lines.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the great seal of France,&rdquo; he said soberly,
+looking about at the faces surrounding him, &ldquo;and the
+signature of the governor. How came it here?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;By my hand,&rdquo; returned La Forest proudly. &ldquo;You
+know me&ndash;&ndash;Monsieur Francois la Forest.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ay, I know you, ever a follower of La Salle, and
+friend of Frontenac. &rsquo;Twas through his influence you
+got this. &rsquo;Tis little use for us to quarrel, M. Cassion&ndash;&ndash;the
+order is genuine.&rdquo;</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_401' name='page_401'></a>401</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu</i>, I care not for such an order; it does not
+supersede my commission; I outrank this De Tonty.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Hush, do not play the fool.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Better the fool than the coward.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Wait,&rdquo; said La Forest sharply, &ldquo;the matter is
+not ended. You are Francois Cassion, of Quebec?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Major of Infantry, Commissaire of the Governor
+La Barre.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So the titles read in this document. I arrest you
+by King&rsquo;s order for treason to France, and mutilation
+of official records. Here is the warrant, M. de Baugis,
+and your orders to convey the prisoner to Quebec for
+trial.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Cassion&rsquo;s face went white, and he struggled madly
+for breath. De Baugis grasped the paper, so startled
+at this new development as to be incapable of comprehension.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Under arrest? for what, Monsieur? Treason, and
+mutilation of official records? What does it mean?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;This&ndash;&ndash;the man knows, and will not deny the
+charge. False testimony sworn to, and signed by this
+Francois Cassion, charged Captain la Chesnayne with
+cowardice and treason. In consequence the latter was
+broken of his command, and his estates forfeited to
+the Crown. Later, through the efforts of Frontenac,
+the King was convinced of injustice, and the estates
+were restored by royal order. This order reached
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_402' name='page_402'></a>402</span>
+Quebec, but was never recorded. This Cassion was
+then private secretary to the governor, and the paper
+came into his hands. Later, to hush up the scandal,
+he married Captain la Chesnayne&rsquo;s daughter against
+her will. The day this was accomplished the lost order
+was placed on file.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You saw it?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, I had the files searched secretly. The order
+was dispatched from France five years ago, but was
+stamped as received the day Cassion departed from
+Quebec.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>My eyes were upon the speaker and I failed to note
+how the accused man met this damning charge. It
+was his voice which drew my attention&ndash;&ndash;high pitched,
+harsh, unnatural.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;<i>Mon Dieu!</i> &rsquo;twas not I&ndash;&ndash;&rsquo;twas La Barre!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Tell that in Quebec; though little good &rsquo;twill do
+you. M. de Baugis, in the King&rsquo;s name I order this
+man&rsquo;s arrest.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I saw De Baugis step forward, his hand outstretched;
+then all was confusion and struggle. With the hoarse
+snarl of a beast, Cassion leaped forward, struck La
+Forest with his shoulder, and drove sword point into
+De Artigny. De Tonty gripped him, but was hurled
+aside by insane strength, reeling back so that the
+weight of his body struck me to my knees. The next
+instant, his sword-point dripping blood, the runner
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_403' name='page_403'></a>403</span>
+was beyond reach, speeding for the open gate. What
+followed I know from word of others, and no view I
+had of it.</p>
+<p>De Artigny had fallen, huddled in a heap on the
+grass, and I dragged myself across to him on my knees.
+I heard oaths, a shuffling of feet, a rush of bodies, a
+voice I did not recognize shouting some order&ndash;&ndash;then
+the sharp crack of a rifle, and silence. I cared not
+what had occurred; I had De Artigny&rsquo;s head in my
+arms, and his eyes opened and smiled up at me full of
+courage.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are badly hurt?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, I think not; the thrust was too high. Lift
+me, and I breathe better. The man must have been
+mad.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Surely yes, Monsieur; think you he had hope of
+escape?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&rsquo;Tis likely he thought only of revenge. Ah, you
+are here also, De Tonty.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, lad; there is small use for me yonder. You
+are not seriously struck?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I bleed freely, but the thrust was in the shoulder.
+I could stand, I think, with your aid.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>On his feet he leaned heavily on us both, yet would
+not be led away, until La Forest joined us. He held
+in his hand some papers, yet neither of us questioned
+him.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_404' name='page_404'></a>404</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Monsieur de Tonty,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;I would have private
+word with you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;When I help De Artigny to his bed, and have look
+at his wound. Yet is it not matter of interest to these
+as well?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I take it so.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Then speak your message&ndash;&ndash;M. Cassion is dead?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The sentry&rsquo;s bullet found his heart, Monsieur.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I saw him fall. Those papers were upon him&ndash;&ndash;are
+they of value?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That I know not; they possess no meaning to me,
+but they were addressed to the man killed at St.
+Ignace.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Hugo Chevet?&rdquo; I exclaimed. &ldquo;My uncle; may
+I not see them, Monsieur?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>De Tonty placed them in my hands&ndash;&ndash;a letter from
+a lawyer in Quebec, with a form of petition to the
+King, and a report of his search of the archives of
+New France. The other document was the sworn
+affidavit of Jules Beaubaou, a clerk of records, that he
+had seen and read a paper purporting to be a restoration
+from the King to the heirs of Captain la Chesnayne.
+It was signed and sealed. I looked up at the
+faces surrounding me; startled and frightened at this
+witness from the dead.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;They are papers belonging to Chevet?&rdquo; asked De
+Tonty.</p>
+<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_405' name='page_405'></a>405</span></div>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, Monsieur&ndash;&ndash;see. He must have known, suspected
+the truth before our departure, yet had no
+thought such villainy was the work of M. Cassion. He
+sought evidence.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That is the whole story, no doubt. La Barre
+learned of his search, for he would have spies in
+plenty, and wrote his letter of warning to Cassion.
+The latter, fearing the worst, and desperate, did not
+even hesitate at murder to gain possession of these
+documents. Fate served him well, and gave him De
+Artigny as victim. I wonder only that he did not long
+ago destroy the papers.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;There is always some weakness in crime,&rdquo; commented
+La Forest, &ldquo;and the man has paid penalty for
+his. It would be my guess he desired to place them in
+La Barre&rsquo;s hands in proof of his loyalty. But, Messieurs,
+De Artigny needs to have his wound dressed.
+We can discuss all this later.&rdquo;</p>
+<hr class='tb' />
+<p>It was two days later, and the bright sunshine rested
+on Fort St. Louis flecking the sides of the great rock
+with gold, and bridging the broad valley below. De
+Artigny, yet too weak to rise unaided, sat in a chair
+Barbeau had made beside the open window, and to his
+call I joined him, my arm on his shoulder as I also
+gazed down upon the scene below. It was one of
+peace now, the silvery Illinois winding hither and yon
+<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_406' name='page_406'></a>406</span>
+among its green islands, the shadowy woods darkening
+one bank, and the vast meadows stretching northward
+from the other. Below the bend an Indian village,
+already rebuilt and occupied, slept in the sun, and I
+could see children and dogs playing before the tepees.</p>
+<p>Down the sharp trail from the fort a line of Indian
+packers were toiling slowly, their backs supporting
+heavy burdens which they bore to two canoes resting
+against the bank. About these were grouped a little
+party of white men, and when at last the supplies were
+all aboard, several took their places at the paddles, and
+pushed off into the stream.</p>
+<p>There was waving of hands, and shouts, and one
+among them&ndash;&ndash;even at that distance I could tell La
+Forest&ndash;&ndash;looked up at our window, and raised his hat
+in gesture of farewell. I watched until they rounded
+the rock and disappeared on their long journey to
+Quebec, until the others&ndash;&ndash;exiles of the wilderness&ndash;&ndash;turned
+away and began to climb upward to the fort
+gates. De Artigny&rsquo;s hand closed softly over mine.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You are sad, sweetheart; you long too for New
+France?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, Dear One,&rdquo; I answered, and he read the truth
+in my eyes. &ldquo;Wherever you are is my home. On
+this rock in the great valley we will serve each other&ndash;&ndash;and
+France.&rdquo;</p>
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+<tr><td>After House, The</td><td align='right'><i>Mary Roberts Rinehart</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Ailsa Paige</td><td align='right'><i>Robert W. Chambers</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Alternative, The</td><td align='right'><i>George Barr McCutcheon</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td>Alton of Somasco</td><td align='right'><i>Harold Bindloss</i></td></tr>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Beyond the Frontier, by Randall Parrish
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Beyond the Frontier
+
+Author: Randall Parrish
+
+Illustrator: The Kinneys
+
+Release Date: October 24, 2009 [EBook #30319]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEYOND THE FRONTIER ***
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+Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net
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+
+BEYOND THE FRONTIER
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur, if you doubt how my race
+repays insult". Page 80. Beyond the Frontier.]
+
+
+
+
+BEYOND THE FRONTIER
+
+A Romance of Early Days in the Middle West
+
+By RANDALL PARRISH
+
+Author of
+
+"When Wilderness was King," "The Maid of the Forest," Etc.
+
+With Frontispiece
+
+By THE KINNEYS
+
+A. L. BURT COMPANY
+
+Publishers--New York
+
+Published by Arrangements with A. C. McCLURG & Co.
+
+
+
+
+Copyright
+
+A. C. McClurg & Co.
+
+1915
+
+Published October, 1915
+
+Copyrighted in Great Britain
+
+W. F. HALL PRINTING COMPANY, CHICAGO
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+  CHAPTER                                                         PAGE
+        I At the Home of Hugo Chevet                                 1
+       II The Choice of a Husband                                   16
+      III I Appeal for Aid                                          28
+       IV In the Palace of the Intendant                            45
+        V The Order of La Barre                                     61
+       VI The Wife of Francois Cassion                              76
+      VII The Two Men Meet                                          87
+     VIII I Defy Cassion                                           101
+       IX The Flames of Jealousy                                   115
+        X We Attain the Ottawa                                     126
+       XI I Gain Speech With De Artigny                            136
+      XII On the Summit of the Bluff                               148
+     XIII We Reach the Lake                                        158
+      XIV At St. Ignace                                            170
+       XV The Murder of Chevet                                     181
+      XVI My Pledge Saves De Artigny                               192
+     XVII The Break of Storm                                       200
+    XVIII Alone With De Artigny                                    211
+      XIX We Exchange Confidences                                  223
+       XX I Choose My Duty                                         234
+      XXI We Decide Our Course                                     244
+     XXII We Meet With Danger                                      254
+    XXIII The Words of Love                                        267
+     XXIV We Attack the Savages                                    278
+      XXV Within the Fort                                          289
+     XXVI In De Baugis' Quarters                                   299
+    XXVII I Send for De Tonty                                      309
+   XXVIII The Court Martial                                        319
+     XXIX Condemned                                                330
+      XXX I Choose My Future                                       341
+     XXXI We Reach the River                                       350
+    XXXII We Meet Surprise                                         361
+   XXXIII Warriors of the Illini                                   371
+    XXXIV We Wait in Ambush                                        380
+     XXXV The Charge of the Illini                                 390
+    XXXVI The Clearing of Mystery                                  399
+
+
+
+
+BEYOND THE FRONTIER
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+AT THE HOME OF HUGO CHEVET
+
+
+It was early autumn, for the clusters of grapes above me were already
+purple, and the forest leaves were tinged with red. And yet the air
+was soft, and the golden bars of sun flickered down on the work in my
+lap through the laced branches of the trellis. The work was but a
+pretense, for I had fled the house to escape the voice of Monsieur
+Cassion who was still urging my uncle to accompany him on his journey
+into the wilderness. They sat in the great room before the fireplace,
+drinking, and I had heard enough already to tell me there was
+treachery on foot against the Sieur de la Salle. To be sure it was
+nothing to me, a girl knowing naught of such intrigue, yet I had not
+forgotten the day, three years before, when this La Salle, with others
+of his company, had halted before the Ursuline convent, and the
+sisters bade them welcome for the night. 'Twas my part to help serve,
+and he had stroked my hair in tenderness. I had sung to them, and
+watched his face in the firelight as he listened. Never would I forget
+that face, nor believe evil of such a man. No! not from the lips of
+Cassion nor even from the governor, La Barre.
+
+I recalled it all now, as I sat there in the silence, pretending to
+work, how we watched them embark in their canoes and disappear, the
+Indian paddlers bending to their task, and Monsieur la Salle,
+standing, bareheaded as he waved farewell. Beyond him was the dark
+face of one they called De Tonty, and in the first boat a mere boy
+lifted his ragged hat. I know not why, but the memory of that lad was
+clearer than all those others, for he had met me in the hall and we
+had talked long in the great window ere the sister came, and took me
+away. So I remembered him, and his name, Rene de Artigny. And in all
+those years I heard no more. Into the black wilderness they swept and
+were lost to those of us at home in New France.
+
+No doubt there were those who knew--Frontenac, Bigot, those who ruled
+over us at Quebec--but 'twas not a matter supposed to interest a girl,
+and so no word came to me. Once I asked my Uncle Chevet, and he
+replied in anger with only a few sentences, bidding me hold my tongue;
+yet he said enough so that I knew the Sieur de la Salle lived and had
+built a fort far away, and was buying furs of the Indians. It was this
+that brought jealousy, and hatred. Once Monsieur Cassion came and
+stopped with us, and, as I waited on him and Uncle Chevet, I caught
+words which told me that Frontenac was La Salle's friend, and would
+listen to no charges brought against him. They talked of a new
+governor; yet I learned but little, for Cassion attempted to kiss me,
+and I would wait on him no more.
+
+Then Frontenac was recalled to France, and La Barre was governor. How
+pleased my Uncle Chevet was when the news came, and he rapped the
+table with his glass and exclaimed: "Ah! but now we will pluck out the
+claws of this Sieur de la Salle, and send him where he belongs." But
+he would explain nothing, until a week later. Cassion came up the
+river in his canoe with Indian paddlers, and stopped to hold
+conference. The man treated me with much gallantry, so that I
+questioned him, and he seemed happy to answer that La Barre had
+already dispatched a party under Chevalier de Baugis, of the King's
+Dragoons to take command of La Salle's Fort St. Louis in the Illinois
+country. La Salle had returned, and was already at Quebec, but Cassion
+grinned as he boasted that the new governor would not even give him
+audience. Bah! I despised the man, yet I lingered beside him, and thus
+learned that La Salle's party consisted of but two _voyageurs_, and
+the young Sieur de Artigny. I was glad enough when he went away,
+though I gave him my hand to kiss, and waved to him bravely at the
+landing. And now he was back again, bearing a message from La Barre,
+and seeking volunteers for some western voyage of profit. 'Twas of no
+interest to me unless my uncle joined in the enterprise, yet I was
+kind enough, for he brought with him word of the governor's ball at
+Quebec, and had won the pledge of Chevet to take me there with him. I
+could be gracious to him for that and it was on my gown I worked, as
+the two planned and talked in secret. What they did was nothing to me
+now--all my thought was on the ball. What would you? I was seventeen.
+
+The grape trellis ran down toward the river landing, and from where I
+sat in the cool shadow, I could see the broad water gleaming in the
+sun. Suddenly, as my eyes uplifted, the dark outline of a canoe swept
+into the vista, and the splashing paddles turned the prow inward
+toward our landing. I did not move, although I watched with interest,
+for it was not the time of year for Indian traders, and these were
+white men. I could see those at the paddles, voyageurs, with gay
+cloths about their heads; but the one in the stern wore a hat, the
+brim concealing his face, and a blue coat. I knew not who it could be
+until the prow touched the bank, and he stepped ashore. Then I knew,
+and bent low over my sewing, as though I had seen nothing, although my
+heart beat fast. Through lowered lashes I saw him give brief order to
+the men, and then advance toward the house alone. Ah! but this was not
+the slender, laughing-eyed boy of three years before. The wilderness
+had made of him a man--a soldier. He paused an instant to gaze about,
+and held his hat in his hand, the sun touching his tanned cheeks, and
+flecking the long, light-colored hair. He looked strong and manly in
+his tightly buttoned jacket, a knife at his belt, a rifle grasped
+within one hand. There was a sternness to his face too, although it
+lit up in a smile, as the searching eyes caught glimpse of my white
+dress in the cool shade of the grape arbor. Hat still in hand he came
+toward me, but I only bent the lower, as though I knew nothing of his
+approach, and had no interest other than my work.
+
+"Mademoiselle," he said gently, "pardon me, but is not this the home
+of Hugo Chevet, the fur trader?"
+
+I looked up into his face, and bowed, as he swept the earth with his
+hat, seeing at a glance that he had no remembrance of me.
+
+"Yes," I answered. "If you seek him, rap on the door beyond."
+
+"'Tis not so much Chevet I seek," he said, showing no inclination to
+pass me, "but one whom I understood was his guest--Monsieur Francois
+Cassion."
+
+"The man is here," I answered quickly, yet unable to conceal my
+surprise, "but you will find him no friend to Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"Ah!" and he stared at me intently. "In the name of the saints, what
+is the meaning of this? You know me then?"
+
+I bowed, yet my eyes remained hidden.
+
+"I knew you once as Monsieur's friend," I said, almost regretting my
+indiscretion, "and have been told you travel in his company."
+
+"You knew me once!" he laughed. "Surely that cannot be, for never
+would I be likely to forget. I challenge you, Mademoiselle to speak my
+name."
+
+"The Sieur Rene de Artigny, Monsieur."
+
+"By my faith, the witch is right, and yet in all this New France I
+know scarce a maid. Nay look up; there is naught to fear from me, and
+I would see if memory be not new born. Saint Giles! surely 'tis true;
+I have seen those eyes before; why, the name is on my tongue, yet
+fails me, lost in the wilderness. I pray you mercy, Mademoiselle!"
+
+"You have memory of the face you say?"
+
+"Ay! the witchery of it; 'tis like a haunting spirit."
+
+"Which did not haunt long, I warrant. I am Adele la Chesnayne,
+Monsieur."
+
+He stepped back, his eyes on mine, questioningly. For an instant I
+believed the name even brought no familiar sound; then his face
+brightened, and his eyes smiled, as his lips echoed the words.
+
+"Adele la Chesnayne! Ay! now I know. Why 'tis no less than a miracle.
+It was a child I thought of under that name--a slender, brown-eyed
+girl, as blithesome as a bird. No, I had not forgotten; only the magic
+of three years has made of you a woman. Again and again have I
+questioned in Montreal and Quebec, but no one seemed to know. At the
+convent they said your father fell in Indian skirmish."
+
+"Yes; ever since then I have lived here, with my uncle, Hugo Chevet."
+
+"Here!" he looked about, as though the dreariness of it was first
+noticed. "Alone? Is there no other woman?"
+
+I shook my head, but no longer looked at him, for fear he might see
+the tears in my eyes.
+
+"I am the housekeeper, Monsieur. There was nothing else for me. In
+France, I am told, my father's people were well born, but this is not
+France, and there was no choice. Besides I was but a child of
+fourteen."
+
+"And seventeen, now, Mademoiselle," and he took my hand gallantly.
+"Pardon if I have asked questions which bring pain. I can understand
+much, for in Montreal I heard tales of this Hugo Chevet."
+
+"He is rough, a woodsman," I defended, "yet not unkind to me. You will
+speak him fair?"
+
+He laughed, his eyes sparkling with merriment.
+
+"No fear of my neglecting all courtesy, for I come beseeching a favor.
+I have learned the lesson of when the soft speech wins more than the
+iron hand. And this other, the Commissaire Cassion--is he a bird of
+the same plumage?"
+
+I made a little gesture, and glanced back at the closed door.
+
+"Oh, no; he is the court courtier, to stab with words, not deeds.
+Chevet is rough of speech, and hard of hand, but he fights in the
+open; Cassion has a double tongue, and one never knows him." I glanced
+up into his sobered face. "He is a friend of La Barre."
+
+"So 'tis said, and has been chosen by the governor to bear message to
+De Baugis in the Illinois country. I seek passage in his company."
+
+"You! I thought you were of the party of Sieur de la Salle?"
+
+"I am," he answered honestly, "yet Cassion will need a guide, and
+there is none save myself in all New France who has ever made that
+journey. 'Twill be well for him to listen to my plan. And why not? We
+do not fight the orders of the governor: we obey, and wait. Monsieur
+de la Salle will tell his story to the King."
+
+"The King! to Louis?"
+
+"Ay, 'twill not be the first time he has had audience, and already he
+is at sea. We can wait, and laugh at this Cassion over his useless
+journey."
+
+"But he--he is treacherous, Monsieur."
+
+He laughed, as though the words amused.
+
+"To one who has lived, as I, amid savages, treachery is an old story.
+The Commissaire will not find me asleep. We will serve each other, and
+let it go at that. Ah! we are to be interrupted."
+
+He straightened up facing the door, and I turned, confronting my uncle
+as he emerged in advance. He was a burly man, with iron-gray hair, and
+face reddened by out-of-doors; and he stopped in surprise at sight of
+a stranger, his eyes hardening with suspicion.
+
+"And who is this with whom you converse so privately, Adele?" he
+questioned brusquely, "a young popinjay new to these parts I
+venture."
+
+De Artigny stepped between us, smiling in good humor.
+
+"My call was upon you, Monsieur Chevet, and not the young lady," he
+said quietly enough, yet with a tone to the voice. "I merely asked her
+if I had found the right place, and if, Monsieur, the Commissaire
+Cassion was still your guest."
+
+"And what may I ask might be your business with the Commissaire
+Cassion?" asked the latter, pressing past Chevet, yet bowing with a
+semblance of politeness, scarcely in accord with the studied insolence
+of his words. "I have no remembrance of your face."
+
+"Then, Monsieur Cassion is not observant," returned the younger man
+pleasantly, "as I accompanied the Sieur de la Salle in his attempt to
+have audience with the governor."
+
+"Ah!" the word of surprise exploded from the lips. "_Sacre!_ 'tis
+true! My faith, what difference clothes make. I mistook you for a
+_courier du bois_."
+
+"I am the Sieur Rene de Artigny."
+
+"Lieutenant of La Salle's?"
+
+"Scarcely that, Monsieur, but a comrade; for three years I have been
+with his party, and was chosen by him for this mission."
+
+Cassion laughed, chucking the gloomy-faced Chevet in the side, as
+though he would give point to a good joke.
+
+"And little the trip hither has profited either master or man, I
+warrant. La Barre does not sell New France to every adventurer.
+Monsieur de la Salle found different reception in Quebec than when
+Frontenac ruled this colony. Where went the fur-stealer?"
+
+"To whom do you refer?"
+
+"To whom? Heaven help us, Chevet, the man would play nice with words.
+Well, let it go, my young cock, and answer me."
+
+"You mean the Sieur de la Salle?"
+
+"To be sure; I called him no worse than I have heard La Barre speak.
+They say he has left Quebec; what more know you?"
+
+"'Tis no secret, Monsieur," replied De Artigny quietly enough,
+although there was a flash in his eyes, as they met mine. "The Sieur
+de la Salle has sailed for France."
+
+"France! Bah! you jest; there has been no ship outward bound."
+
+"The _Breton_ paused at St. Roche, held by the fog. When the fog
+lifted there was a new passenger aboard. By dawn the Indian paddlers
+had me landed in Quebec."
+
+"Does La Barre know?"
+
+"Faith! I could not tell you that, as he has not honored me with
+audience."
+
+Cassion strode back and forth, his face dark with passion. It was not
+pleasant news he had been told, and it was plain enough he understood
+the meaning.
+
+"By the saints!" he exclaimed. "'Tis a sly fox to break through our
+guard so easily. Ay, and 'twill give him a month to whisper his lies
+to Louis, before La Barre can forward a report. But, _sacre!_ my young
+chanticleer, surely you are not here to bring me this bit of news. You
+sought me, you said? Well, for what purpose?"
+
+"In peace, Monsieur. Because I have served Sieur de la Salle loyally
+is no reason why we should be enemies. We are both the King's men, and
+may work together. The word has come to me that you head a party for
+the Illinois, with instructions for De Baugis at Fort St. Louis. Is
+this true?"
+
+Cassion bowed coldly, waiting to discover how much more his questioner
+knew.
+
+"Ah, then I am right thus far. Well, Monsieur, 'twas on that account I
+came, to volunteer as guide."
+
+"You! 'Twould be treachery."
+
+"Oh, no; our interests are the same so far as the journey goes. I
+would reach St. Louis; so would you. Because we may have different
+ends in view, different causes to serve, has naught to do with the
+trail thither. There is not a man who knows the way as well as I. Four
+times have I traveled it, and I am not a savage, Monsieur--I am a
+gentleman of France."
+
+"And you pledge your word?"
+
+"I pledge my word--to guide you safe to Fort St. Louis. Once there I
+am comrade to Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"Bah! I care not who you comrade with, once you serve my purpose. I
+take your offer, and if you play me false--"
+
+"Restrain your threats, Monsieur Cassion. A quarrel will get us
+nowhere. You have my word of honor; 'tis enough. Who will compose the
+party?"
+
+Cassion hesitated, yet seemed to realize the uselessness of deceit.
+
+"A dozen or more soldiers of the Regiment of Picardy, some _couriers
+du bois_, and the Indian paddlers. There will be four boats."
+
+"You go by the Ottawa, and the lakes?"
+
+"Such were my orders."
+
+"'Tis less fatiguing, although a longer journey; and the time of
+departure?"
+
+Cassion laughed, as he turned slightly, and bowed to me.
+
+"We leave Quebec before dawn Tuesday," he said gaily. "It is my wish
+to enjoy once more the follies of civilization before plunging into
+the wilderness. The Governor permits that we remain to his ball.
+Mademoiselle la Chesnayne does me the honor of being my guest on that
+occasion."
+
+"I, Monsieur!" I exclaimed in surprise at his boastful words. "'Twas
+my uncle who proposed--"
+
+"Tut, tut, what of that?" he interrupted in no way discomposed. "It is
+my request which opens the golden gates. The good Hugo here but looks
+on at a frivolity for which he cares nothing. 'Tis the young who
+dance. And you, Monsieur de Artigny, am I to meet you there also, or
+perchance later at the boat landing?"
+
+The younger man seemed slow in response, but across Cassion's shoulder
+our eyes met. I know not what he saw in the glance of mine, for I gave
+no sign, yet his face brightened, and his words were carelessly
+spoken.
+
+"At the ball, Monsieur. 'Tis three years since I have danced to
+measure, but it will be a joy to look on, and thus keep company with
+Monsieur Chevet. Nor shall I fail you at the boats: until then,
+Messieurs," and he bowed hat in hand, "and to you, Mademoiselle,
+adieu."
+
+We watched him go down the grape arbor to the canoe, and no one spoke
+but Cassion.
+
+"_Pouf!_ he thinks well of himself, that young cockerel, and 'twill
+likely be my part to clip his spurs. Still 'tis good policy to have
+him with us, for 'tis a long journey. What say you, Chevet?"
+
+"That he is one to watch," answered my uncle gruffly. "I trust none of
+La Salle's brood."
+
+"No, nor I, for the matter of that, but I am willing to pit my brains
+against the best of them. Francois Cassion is not likely to be caught
+asleep, my good Hugo."
+
+He turned about, and glanced questioningly into my face.
+
+"And so, Mademoiselle, it did not altogether please you to be my guest
+at the ball? Perchance you preferred some other gallant?"
+
+The sunlight, flickering through the leaves, rested on his face, and
+brought out the mottled skin of dissipation, the thin line of his
+cruel lips, the insolent stare of his eyes. I felt myself shrink,
+dreading he might touch me; yet dominating all else was the thought of
+De Artigny--the message of his glance, the secret meaning of his
+pledge--the knowledge that he would be there. So I smiled, and made
+light of his suspicion.
+
+"It was but surprise, Monsieur," I said gaily "for I had not dreamed
+of such an honor. 'Tis my wish to go; see, I have been working on a
+new gown, and now I must work the faster."
+
+I swept him a curtsey, smiling to myself at the expression of his
+face, and before he could speak had disappeared within. Bah! I would
+escape those eyes and be alone to dream.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+THE CHOICE OF A HUSBAND
+
+
+It was just before dark when Monsieur Cassion left us, and I watched
+him go gladly enough, hidden behind the shade of my window. He had
+been talking for an hour with Chevet in the room below; I could hear
+the rattle of glasses, as though they drank, and the unpleasant
+arrogance of his voice, although no words reached me clearly. I cared
+little what he said, although I wondered at his purpose in being
+there, and what object he might have in this long converse with my
+uncle. Yet I was not sent for, and no doubt it was some conference
+over furs, of no great interest. The two were in some scheme I knew to
+gain advantage over Sieur de la Salle, and were much elated now that
+La Barre held power; but that was nothing for a girl to understand, so
+I worked on with busy fingers, my mind not forgetful of the young
+Sieur de Artigny.
+
+It was not that I already loved him, yet ever since girlhood the
+memory of him had remained in my thought, and in those years since I
+had met so few young men that the image left on my imagination had
+never faded. Indeed, it had been kept alive by the very animosity
+which my uncle cherished against Monsieur de la Salle. The real cause
+of his bitterness, outside of trade rivalry, I never clearly
+understood, but he was ever seeking every breath of gossip from that
+distant camp of adventurers, and angrily commenting thereon. Again and
+again I overheard him conspiring with others in a vain effort to
+influence Frontenac to withdraw his support of that distant
+expedition, and it was this mutual enmity which first brought Cassion
+to our cabin.
+
+With Frontenac's removal, and the appointment of La Barre as
+Governor, the hopes of La Salle's enemies revived, and when
+Cassion's smooth tongue won him a place as Commissaire, all concerned
+became more bold and confident in their planning. I knew little of
+it, yet sufficient to keep the remembrance of those adventures
+fresh in my mind, and never did they recur to me without yielding me
+vision of the ardent young face of De Artigny as he waved me adieu
+from the canoe. Often in those years of silence did I dream of him
+amid the far-off wilderness--the idle dreaming of a girl whose own
+heart was yet a mystery--and many a night I sat at my window
+gazing out upon the broad river shimmering in the moonlight,
+wondering at those wilderness mysteries among which he lived.
+
+Yet only once in all those years had I heard mention of his name.
+'Twas but a rumor floating back to us of how La Salle had reached the
+mouth of a great river flowing into the South Sea, and among the few
+who accompanied him was De Artigny. I remember yet how strangely my
+heart throbbed as I heard the brief tale retold, and someone read the
+names from a slip of paper. Chevet sat by the open fire listening, his
+pipe in his mouth, his eyes scowling at the news; suddenly he blurted
+out: "De Artigny, say you? In the name of the fiend! 'tis not the old
+captain?" "No, no, Chevet," a voice answered testily, "Sieur Louis de
+Artigny has not stepped foot on ground these ten years; 'tis his brat
+Rene who serves this freebooter, though 'tis like enough the father
+hath money in the venture." And they fell to discussing, sneering at
+the value of the discovery, while I slipped unnoticed from the room.
+
+Chevet did not return to the house after Monsieur Cassion's canoe had
+disappeared. I saw him walking back and forth along the river bank,
+smoking, and seemingly thinking out some problem. Nor did he appear
+until I had the evening meal ready, and called to him down the arbor.
+He was always gruff and bearish enough when we were alone, seldom
+speaking, indeed, except to give utterance to some order, but this
+night he appeared even more morose and silent than his wont, not so
+much as looking at me as he took seat, and began to eat. No doubt
+Cassion had brought ill news, or else the appearance of De Artigny had
+served to arouse all his old animosity toward La Salle. It was little
+to me, however, and I had learned to ignore his moods, so I took my
+own place silently, and paid no heed to the scowl with which he
+surveyed me across the table. No doubt my very indifference fanned his
+discontent, but I remained ignorant of it, until he burst out
+savagely.
+
+"And so you know this young cockerel, do you? You know him, and never
+told me?"
+
+I looked up in surprise, scarce comprehending the unexpected
+outburst.
+
+"You mean the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"Ay! Don't play with me! I mean Louis de Artigny's brat. Bah! he may
+fool Cassion with his soft words, but not Hugo Chevet. I know the lot
+of them this many year, and no ward of mine will have aught to do with
+the brood, either young or old. You hear that, Adele! When I hate, I
+hate, and I have reason enough to hate that name, and all who bear it.
+Where before did you ever meet this popinjay?"
+
+"At the convent three years ago. La Salle rested there overnight, and
+young De Artigny was of the party. He was but a boy then."
+
+"He came here today to see you?"
+
+"No, never," I protested. "I doubt if he even had the memory of me
+until I told him who I was. Surely he explained clearly why he came."
+
+He eyed me fiercely, his face full of suspicion, his great hand
+gripping the knife.
+
+"'Tis well for you if that be true," he said gruffly, "but I have no
+faith in the lad's words. He is here as La Salle's spy, and so I
+told Cassion, though the only honor he did me was to laugh at my
+warning. 'Let him spy,' he said, 'and I will play at the same
+game; 'tis little enough he will learn, and we shall need his
+guidance.' Ay! and he may be right, but I want nothing to do with
+the fellow. Cassion may give him place in his boats, if he will, but
+never again shall he set foot on my land, nor have speech with
+you. You mark my words, Mademoiselle?"
+
+I felt the color flame into my cheeks, and knew my eyes darkened with
+anger, yet made effort to control my speech.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; I am your ward and have always been obedient, yet this
+Sieur de Artigny seems a pleasant spoken young man, and surely 'tis no
+crime that he serves the Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"Is it not!" he burst forth, striking the table with his fist. "Know
+you not I would be rich, but for that fur stealer. By right those
+should be my furs he sends here in trade. There will be another tale
+to tell soon, now that La Barre hath the reins of power; and this De
+Artigny--bah! What care I for that young cockerel--but I hate the
+brood. Listen, girl, I pay my debts; it was this hand that broke Louis
+de Artigny, and has kept him to his bed for ten years past. Yet even
+that does not wipe out the score between us. 'Tis no odds to you what
+was the cause, but while I live I hate. So you have my orders; you
+will speak no more with this De Artigny."
+
+"'Tis not like I shall have opportunity."
+
+"I will see to that. The fool looked at you in a way that made me long
+to grip his throat; nor do I like your answer, yet 'twill be well for
+you to mark my words."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Oh, you're sweet enough with words. I have heard you before, and
+found you a sly minx--when my back was turned--but this time it is not
+I alone who will watch your actions. I have pledged you a husband."
+
+I got to my feet, staring at him, the indignant words stifled in my
+throat. He laughed coarsely, and resumed his meal.
+
+"A husband, Monsieur? You have pledged me?"
+
+"Ay! why not? You are seventeen, and 'tis my place to see you well
+settled."
+
+"But I have no wish to marry, Monsieur," I protested. "There is no man
+for whom I care."
+
+He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and laughed.
+
+"Pooh! if I waited for that no doubt you would pick out some cockerel
+without so much as a spur to his heel. 'Tis my choice, not yours, for
+I know the world, and the man you need. Monsieur Cassion has asked me
+to favor him, and I think well of it."
+
+"Cassion! Surely, you would not wed me to that creature?"
+
+He pushed back his chair, regarding me with scowling eyes.
+
+"And where is there a better? _Sacre_! do you think yourself a queen
+to choose? 'Tis rare luck you have such an offer. Monsieur Cassion is
+going to be a great man in this New France; already he has the
+Governor's ear, and a commission, with a tidy sum to his credit in
+Quebec. What more could any girl desire in a husband?"
+
+"But, Monsieur, I do not love him; I do not trust the man."
+
+"Pah!" He burst into a laugh, rising from the table. Before I could
+draw back he had gripped me by the arm. "Enough of that, young lady.
+He is my choice, and that settles it. Love! who ever heard of love
+nowadays? Ah, I see, you dream already of the young gallant De
+Artigny. Well, little good that will do you. Why what is he? a mere
+ragged adventurer, without a sou to his name, a prowling wolf of the
+forest, the follower of a discredited fur thief. But enough of this; I
+have told you my will, and you obey. Tomorrow we go to Quebec, to the
+Governor's ball, and when Monsieur Cassion returns from his mission
+you will marry him--you understand?"
+
+The tears were in my eyes, blotting out his threatening face, yet
+there was naught to do but answer.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"And this De Artigny; if the fellow ever dares come near you again
+I'll crush his white throat between my fingers."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"To your room then, and think over all I have said. You have never
+found me full of idle threats I warrant."
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+I drew my arm from his grasp, feeling it tingle with pain where his
+fingers had crushed the flesh, and crept up the narrow stairs, glad
+enough to get away and be alone. I had never loved Chevet, but he had
+taught me to fear him, for more than once had I experienced his
+brutality and physical power. To him I was but a chattel, an
+incumbrance. He had assumed charge of me because the law so ordained,
+but I had found nothing in his nature on which I could rely for
+sympathy. I was his sister's child, yet no more to him than some
+Indian waif. More, he was honest about it. To his mind he did well by
+me in thus finding me a husband. I sank on my knees, and hid my face,
+shuddering at the thought of the sacrifice demanded. Cassion! never
+before had the man appeared so despicable. His face, his manner, swept
+through my memory in review. I had scarcely considered him before,
+except as a disagreeable presence to be avoided as much as possible.
+But now, in the silence, the growing darkness of that little chamber,
+with Chevet's threat echoing in my ears, he came to me in clear
+vision--I saw his dull-blue, cowardly eyes, his little waxed mustache,
+his insolent swagger, and heard his harsh, bragging voice.
+
+Ay! he would get on; there was no doubt of that, for he would worm his
+way through where only a snake could crawl. A snake! that was what he
+was, and I shuddered at thought of the slimy touch of his hand. I
+despised, hated him; yet what could I do? It was useless to appeal to
+Chevet, and the Governor, La Barre, would give small heed to a girl
+objecting to one of his henchmen. De Artigny! The name was on my lips
+before I realized I had spoken it, and brought a throb of hope. I
+arose to my feet, and stared out of the window into the dark night. My
+pulses throbbed. If he cared; if I only knew he cared, I would fly
+with him anywhere, into the wilderness depths, to escape Cassion. I
+could think of no other way, no other hope. If he cared! It seemed to
+me my very breath stopped as this daring conception, this mad
+possibility, swept across my mind.
+
+I was a girl, inexperienced, innocent of coquetry, and yet I possessed
+all the instincts of a woman. I had seen that in his eyes which gave
+me faith--he remembered the past; he had found me attractive; he felt
+a desire to meet me again. I knew all this--but was that all? Was it a
+mere passing fervor, a fleeting admiration, to be forgotten in the
+presence of the next pretty face? Would he dare danger to serve me? to
+save me from the clutches of Cassion? A smile, a flash of the eyes, is
+small foundation to build upon, yet it was all I had. Perchance he
+gave the same encouragement to others, with no serious thought. The
+doubt assailed me, yet there was no one else in all New France to whom
+I could appeal.
+
+But how could I reach him with my tale? There was but one opportunity--the
+Governor's ball. He would be there; he had said so, laughingly glancing
+toward me as he spoke the words, the flash of his eyes a challenge. But it
+would be difficult. Chevet, Cassion, not for a moment would they take
+eyes from me, and if I failed to treat him coldly an open quarrel must
+result. Chevet would be glad of an excuse, and Cassion's jealousy would
+spur him on. Yet I must try, and, in truth, I trusted not so much in
+Monsieur de Artigny's interest in me, as in his reckless love of
+adventure. 'Twould please him to play an audacious trick on La Salle's
+enemies, and make Cassion the butt of laughter.
+
+Once he understood, the game would prove much to his liking, and I
+could count on his aid, while the greater the danger the stronger it
+would appeal to such a nature as his. Even though he cared little for
+me he was a gallant to respond gladly to a maid in distress. Ay, if I
+might once bring him word, I could rely on his response; but how could
+that be done? I must trust fortune, attend the ball, and be ready;
+there was no other choice.
+
+'Tis strange how this vague plan heartened me, and gave new courage.
+Scarce more than a dream, yet I dwelt upon it, imagining what I would
+say, and how escape surveillance long enough to make my plea for
+assistance. Today, as I write, it seems strange that I should ever
+have dared such a project, yet at the time not a thought of its
+immodesty ever assailed me. To my mind Rene de Artigny was no
+stranger; as a memory he had lived, and been portion of my life for
+three lonely years. To appeal to him now, to trust him, appeared the
+most natural thing in the world. The desperation of my situation
+obscured all else, and I turned to him as the only friend I knew in
+time of need. And my confidence in his fidelity, his careless
+audacity, brought instantly a measure of peace. I crept back and lay
+down upon the bed. The tears dried upon my lashes, and I fell asleep
+as quietly as a tired child.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+I APPEAL FOR AID
+
+
+It had been two years since I was at Quebec, and it was with new eyes
+of appreciation that I watched the great bristling cliffs as our boat
+glided silently past the shore and headed in toward the landing. There
+were two ships anchored in the river, one a great war vessel with many
+sailors hanging over the rail and watching us curiously. The streets
+leading back from the water front were filled with a jostling throng,
+while up the steep hillside beyond a constant stream of moving
+figures, looking scarcely larger than ants, were ascending and
+descending. We were in our large canoe, with five Indian paddlers, its
+bow piled deep with bales of fur to be sold in the market, and I had
+been sleeping in the stern. It was the sun which awoke me, and I sat
+up close beside Chevet's knee, eagerly interested in the scene. Once I
+spoke, pointing to the grim guns on the summit of the crest above, but
+he answered so harshly as to compel silence. It was thus we swept up
+to the edge of the landing, and made fast. Cassion met us, attired so
+gaily in rich vestments that I scarcely recognized the man, whom I had
+always seen before in dull forest garb, yet I permitted him to take my
+hand and assist me gallantly to the shore. Faith, but he appeared like
+a new person with his embroidered coat, buckled shoes and powdered
+hair, smiling and debonair, whispering compliments to me, as he helped
+me across a strip of mud to the drier ground beyond. But I liked him
+none the better, for there was the same cold stare to his eyes, and a
+cruel sting to his words which he could not hide. The man was the same
+whatever the cut of his clothes, and I was not slow in removing my
+hand from his grasp, once I felt my feet on firm earth.
+
+Yet naught I might do would stifle his complacency, and he talked on,
+seeking to be entertaining, no doubt, and pointing out the things of
+interest on every hand. And I enjoyed the scene, finding enough to
+view to make me indifferent to his posturing. Scarcely did I even note
+what he said, although I must have answered in a fashion, for he stuck
+at my side, and guided me through the crowd, and up the hill. Chevet
+walked behind us, gloomy and silent, having left the Indians with the
+furs until I was safely housed. It was evidently a gala day, for flags
+and streamers were flying from every window of the Lower Town, and the
+narrow, crooked streets were filled with wanderers having no apparent
+business but enjoyment. Never had I viewed so motley a throng, and I
+could but gaze about with wide-opened eyes on the strange passing
+figures.
+
+It was easy enough to distinguish the citizens of Quebec, moving
+soberly about upon ordinary affairs of trade, and those others idly
+jostling their way from point to point of interest--hunters from the
+far West, bearded and rough, fur clad, and never without a long rifle;
+sailors from the warship in the river; Indians silent and watchful,
+staring gravely at every new sight; settlers from the St. Lawrence and
+the Richelieu, great seigniors on vast estates, but like children in
+the streets of the town; fishermen from Cap St. Roche; _couriers du
+bois_, and _voyageurs_ in picturesque costumes; officers of the
+garrison, resplendent in blue and gold; with here and there a column
+of marching soldiers, or statuesque guard. And there were women too,
+a-plenty--laughing girls, grouped together, ready for any frolic;
+housewives on way to market; and occasionally a dainty dame, with
+high-heeled shoe and flounced petticoat, picking her way through the
+throng, disdainful of the glances of those about. Everywhere there was
+a new face, a strange costume, a glimpse of unknown life.
+
+It was all of such interest I was sorry when we came to the gray walls
+of the convent. I had actually forgotten Cassion, yet I was glad
+enough to be finally rid of him, and be greeted so kindly by Sister
+Celeste. In my excitement I scarcely knew what it was the bowing
+Commissaire said as he turned away, or paid heed to Chevet's final
+growl, but I know the sister gently answered them, and drew me within,
+closing the door softly, and shutting out every sound. It was so quiet
+in the stone passageway as to almost frighten me, but she took me in
+her arms, and looked searchingly into my face.
+
+"The three years have changed you greatly, my child," she said gently,
+touching my cheeks with her soft hands; "but bright as your eyes are,
+it is not all pleasure I see in them. You must tell me of your life.
+The older man, I take it, was your uncle, Monsieur Chevet."
+
+"Yes," I answered, but hesitated to add more.
+
+"He is much as I had pictured him, a bear of the woods."
+
+"He is rough," I protested, "for his life has been hard, yet has given
+me no reason to complain. 'Tis because the life is lonely that I grow
+old."
+
+"No doubt, and the younger gallant? He is not of the forest school?"
+
+"'Twas Monsieur Cassion, Commissaire for the Governor."
+
+"Ah! 'tis through him you have invitation to the great ball?"
+
+I bowed my head, wondering at the kind questioning in the sister's
+eyes. Could she have heard the truth? Perchance she might tell me
+something of the man.
+
+"He has been selected by Monsieur Chevet as my husband," I explained
+doubtfully. "Know you aught of the man, sister?"
+
+Her hand closed gently on mine.
+
+"No, only that he has been chosen by La Barre to carry special message
+to the Chevalier de Baugis in the Illinois country. He hath an evil,
+sneering face, and an insolent manner, even as described to me by the
+Sieur de Artigny."
+
+I caught my breath quickly, and my hand grasp tightened.
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny!" I echoed, startled into revealing the truth.
+"He has been here? has talked with you?"
+
+"Surely, my dear girl. He was here with La Salle before his chief
+sailed for France, and yesterday he came again, and questioned me."
+
+"Questioned you?"
+
+"Yes; he sought knowledge of you, and of why you were in the household
+of Chevet. I liked the young man, and told him all I knew, of your
+father's death and the decree of the court, and of how Chevet
+compelled you to leave the convent. I felt him to be honest and true,
+and that his purpose was worthy."
+
+"And he mentioned Cassion?"
+
+"Only that he had arranged to guide him into the wilderness. But I
+knew he thought ill of the man."
+
+I hesitated, for as a child I had felt awe of Sister Celeste, yet her
+questioning eyes were kind, and we were alone. Here was my chance, my
+only chance, and I dare not lose it. Her face appeared before me misty
+through tears, yet words came bravely enough to my lips.
+
+"Sister, you must hear me," I began bewildered, "I have no mother, no
+friend even to whom to appeal; I am just a girl all alone. I despise
+this man Cassion; I do not know why, but he seems to be like a snake,
+and I cannot bear his presence. I would rather die than marry him. I
+do not think Chevet trusts him, either, but he has some hold, and
+compels him to sell me as though I was a slave in the market. I am to
+be made to marry him. I pray you let me see this Sieur de Artigny that
+I may tell him all, and beseech his aid."
+
+"But why De Artigny, my girl? What is the boy to you?"
+
+"Nothing--absolutely nothing," I confessed frankly. "We have scarcely
+spoken together, but he is a gallant of true heart; he will never
+refuse aid to a maid like me. It will be joy for him to outwit this
+enemy of La Salle's. All I ask is that I be permitted to tell him my
+story."
+
+Celeste sat silent, her white hands clasped, her eyes on the
+stained-glass window. It was so still I could hear my own quick
+breathing. At last she spoke, her voice still soft and kindly.
+
+"I scarcely think you realize what you ask, my child. 'Tis a strange
+task for a sister of the Ursulines, and I would learn more before I
+answer. Is there understanding between you and this Sieur de
+Artigny?"
+
+"We have met but twice; here at this convent three years ago, when we
+were boy and girl, and he went westward with La Salle. You know the
+time, and that we talked together on the bench in the garden. Then it
+was three days since that he came to our house on the river, seeking
+Cassion that he might volunteer as guide. He had no thought of me, nor
+did he know me when we first met. There was no word spoken other than
+that of mere friendship, nor did I know then that Chevet had arranged
+my marriage to the Commissaire. We did no more than laugh and make
+merry over the past until the others came and demanded the purpose of
+his visit. It was not his words, Sister, but the expression of his
+face, the glance of his eye, which gave me courage. I think he likes
+me, and his nature is without fear. He will have some plan--and there
+is no one else."
+
+I caught her hands in mine, but she did not look at me, or answer. She
+was silent and motionless so long that I lost hope, yet ventured to
+say no more in urging.
+
+"You think me immodest, indiscreet?"
+
+"I fear you know little of the world, my child, yet, I confess this
+young Sieur made good impression upon me. I know not what to advise,
+for it may have been but idle curiosity which brought him here with
+his questioning. 'Tis not safe to trust men, but I can see no harm in
+his knowing all you have told me. There might be opportunity for him
+to be of service. He travels with Cassion, you say?"
+
+"Yes, Sister."
+
+"And their departure is soon?"
+
+"Before daylight tomorrow. When the Commissaire returns we are to be
+married. So Chevet explained to me; Monsieur Cassion has not spoken.
+You will give me audience with the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"I have no power, child, but I will speak with the Mother Superior,
+and repeat to her all I have learned. It shall be as she wills. Wait
+here, and you may trust me to plead for you."
+
+She seemed to fade from the room, and I glanced about, seeing no
+change since I was there before--the same bare walls and floor, the
+rude settee, the crucifix above the door, and the one partially open
+window, set deep in the stone wall. Outside I could hear voices, and
+the shuffling of feet on the stone slabs, but within all was silence.
+I had been away from this emotionless cloister life so long, out in
+the open air, that I felt oppressed; the profound stillness was a
+weight on my nerves. Would the sister be successful in her mission?
+Would the Mother Superior, whose stern rule I knew so well, feel
+slightest sympathy with my need? And if she did, would De Artigny care
+enough to come? Perchance it would have been better to have made the
+plea myself rather than trust all to the gentle lips of Celeste.
+Perhaps I might even yet be given that privilege, for surely the
+Mother would feel it best to question me before she rendered
+decision.
+
+I crossed to the window and leaned out, seeking to divert my mind by
+view of the scene below, yet the stone walls were so thick that only a
+tantalizing glimpse was afforded of the pavement opposite. There were
+lines of people there, pressed against the side of a great building,
+and I knew from their gestures that troops were marching by. Once I
+had view of a horseman, gaily uniformed, his frightened animal rearing
+just at the edge of the crowd, which scattered like a flock of sheep
+before the danger of pawing hoofs. The man must have gained glimpse of
+me also, for he waved one hand and smiled even as he brought the beast
+under control. Then a band played, and I perceived the shiny top of a
+carriage moving slowly up the hill, the people cheering as it passed.
+No doubt it was Governor la Barre, on his way to the citadel for some
+ceremony of the day.
+
+Cassion would be somewhere in the procession, for he was one to keep
+in the glare, and be seen, but there would be no place for a
+lieutenant of La Salle's. I leaned out farther, risking a fall, but
+saw nothing to reward the effort, except a line of marching men, a
+mere bobbing mass of heads. I drew back flushed with exertion, dimly
+aware that someone had entered the apartment. It was the Mother
+Superior, looking smaller than ever in the gloom, and behind her
+framed in the narrow doorway, his eyes smiling as though in enjoyment
+of my confusion, stood De Artigny. I climbed down from the bench,
+feeling my cheeks burn hotly, and made obeisance. The Mother's soft
+hand rested on my hair, and there was silence, so deep I heard the
+pounding of my heart.
+
+"Child," said the Mother, her voice low but clear. "Rise that I may
+see your face. Ah! it has not so greatly changed in the years, save
+that the eyes hold knowledge of sorrow. Sister Celeste hath told me
+your story, and if it be sin for me to grant your request then must I
+abide the penance, for it is in my heart to do so. Until I send the
+sister you may speak alone with Monsieur de Artigny."
+
+She drew slightly aside, and the young man bowed low, hat in hand,
+then stood erect, facing me, the light from the window on his face.
+
+"At your command, Mademoiselle," he said quietly. "The Mother tells me
+you have need of my services."
+
+I hesitated, feeling the embarrassment of the other presence, and
+scarce knowing how best to describe my case. It seemed simple enough
+when I was alone, but now all my thoughts fled in confusion, and I
+realized how little call I had to ask assistance. My eyes fell, and
+the words trembled unspoken on my lips. When I dared glance up again
+the Mother had slipped silently from the room, leaving us alone. No
+doubt he felt the difference also, for he stepped forward and caught
+my hand in his, his whole manner changing, as he thus assumed
+leadership. 'Twas so natural, so confidently done, that I felt a
+sudden wave of hope overcome my timidity.
+
+"Come, Mademoiselle," he said, almost eagerly. "There is no reason for
+you to fear confiding in me. Surely I was never sent for without just
+reason. Let us sit here while you retell the story. Perchance we will
+play boy and girl again."
+
+"You remember that?"
+
+"Do I not!" he laughed pleasantly. "There were few pleasant memories I
+took with me into the wilderness, yet that was one. Ay, but we talked
+freely enough then, and there is naught since in my life to bring loss
+of faith. 'Tis my wish to serve you, be it with wit or blade." He bent
+lower, seeking the expression in my eyes. "This Hugo Chevet--he is a
+brute. I know--is his abuse beyond endurance?"
+
+"No, no," I hastened to explain. "In his way he is not unkind. The
+truth is he has lived so long in the woods alone, he scarcely speaks.
+He--he would marry me to Monsieur Cassion."
+
+Never will I forget the look of sheer delight on his face as these
+words burst from me. His hand struck the bench, and he tossed back the
+long hair from his forehead, his eyes merry with enjoyment.
+
+"Ah, good! By all the saints, 'tis even as I hoped. Then have no fear
+of my sympathy, Mademoiselle. Nothing could please me like a clash
+with that perfumed gallant. He doth persecute you with his wooing?"
+
+"He has not spoken, save to Chevet; yet it is seemingly all arranged
+without my being approached."
+
+"A coward's way. Chevet told you?"
+
+"Three days ago, Monsieur, after you were there, and Cassion had
+departed. It may have been that your being seen with me hastened the
+plan. I know not, yet the two talked together long, and privately, and
+when the Commissaire finally went away, Chevet called me in, and told
+me what had been decided."
+
+"That you were to marry that coxcomb?"
+
+"Yes; he did not ask me if I would; it was a command. When I protested
+my lack of love, saying even that I despised the man, he answered me
+with a laugh, insisting it was his choice, not mine, and that love had
+naught to do with such matters. Think you this Cassion has some hold
+on Hugo Chevet to make him so harsh?"
+
+"No doubt, they are hand in glove in the fur trade, and the
+Commissaire has La Barre's ear just now. He rode by yonder in the
+carriage a moment since, and you might think from his bows he was the
+Governor. And this marriage? when does it take place?"
+
+"On Monsieur's safe return from the great West."
+
+The smile came back to his face.
+
+"Not so bad that, for 'tis a long journey, and might be delayed. I
+travel with him, you know, and we depart at daybreak. What else did
+this Chevet have to say?"
+
+"Only a threat that if ever you came near me again his fingers would
+feel your throat, Monsieur. He spoke of hate between himself and your
+father."
+
+The eyes upon mine lost their tolerant smile, and grew darker, and I
+marked the fingers of his hand clinch.
+
+"That was like enough, for my father was little averse to a quarrel,
+although he seldom made boast of it afterwards. And so this Hugo
+Chevet threatened me! I am not of the blood, Mademoiselle, to take
+such things lightly. Yet wait--why came you to me with such a tale?
+Have you no friends?"
+
+"None, Monsieur," I answered gravely, and regretfully, "other than the
+nuns to whom I went to school, and they are useless in such a case. I
+am an orphan under guardianship, and my whole life has been passed in
+this convent, and Chevet's cabin on the river. My mother died at my
+birth, my father was a soldier on the frontier, and I grew up alone
+among strangers. Scarcely have I met any save the rough boatmen, and
+those _couriers du bois_ in my uncle's employ. There was no one else
+but you, Monsieur--no one. 'Twas not immodesty which caused me to make
+this appeal, but a dire need. I am a helpless, friendless girl."
+
+"You trust me then?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; I believe you a man of honor."
+
+He walked across the room, once, twice, his head bent in thought, and
+I watched him, half frightened lest I had angered him.
+
+"Have I done very wrong, Monsieur?"
+
+He stopped, his eyes on my face. He must have perceived my perplexity,
+for he smiled again, and pressed my hand gently.
+
+"If so, the angels must judge," he answered stoutly. "As for me, I am
+very glad you do me this honor. I but seek the best plan of service,
+Mademoiselle, for I stand between you and this sacrifice with much
+pleasure. You shall not marry Cassion while I wear a sword; yet,
+faith! I am so much a man of action that I see no way out but by the
+strong arm. Is appeal to the Governor, to the judges impossible?"
+
+"He possesses influence now."
+
+"True enough; he is the kind La Barre finds useful, while I can scarce
+keep my head upon my shoulders here in New France. To be follower of
+La Salle is to be called traitor. It required the aid of every friend
+I had in Quebec to secure me card of admission to the ball tonight."
+
+"You attend, Monsieur?"
+
+"Unless they bar me at the sword point. Know you why I made the
+effort?"
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+"Your promise to be present. I had no wish otherwise."
+
+I felt the flush deepen on my cheeks and my eyes fell.
+
+"'Tis most kind of you to say so, Monsieur," was all I could falter.
+
+"Ay!" he interrupted, "we are both so alone in this New France 'tis well
+we help each other. I will find you a way out, Mademoiselle--perhaps
+this night; if not, then in the woods yonder. They are filled with
+secrets, yet have room to hide another."
+
+"But not violence, Monsieur!"
+
+"Planning and scheming is not my way, nor am I good at it. A soldier
+of La Salle needs more to understand action, and the De Artigny breed
+has ever had faith in steel. I seek no quarrel, yet if occasion arise
+this messenger of La Barre will find me quite ready. I know not what
+may occur. Mademoiselle; I merely pledge you my word of honor that
+Cassion will no longer seek your hand. The method you must trust to
+me."
+
+Our eyes met, and his were kind and smiling, with a confidence in
+their depths that strangely heartened me. Before I realized the action
+I had given him my hand.
+
+"I do, Monsieur, and question no more, though I pray for peace between
+you. Our time is up, Sister?"
+
+"Yes, my child," she stood in the doorway, appearing like some saintly
+image. "The Mother sent me."
+
+De Artigny released my hand, and bowed low.
+
+"I still rely upon your attendance at the ball?" he asked, lingering
+at the door.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"And may bespeak a dance?"
+
+"I cannot say no, although it may cost you dear."
+
+He laughed gaily, his eyes bright with merriment.
+
+"Faith! most pleasures do I find; the world would be dull enough
+otherwise. Till then, Mademoiselle, adieu."
+
+We heard his quick step ring on the stone of the passage, and Celeste
+smiled, her hand on mine.
+
+"A lad of spirit that. The Sieur de la Salle picks his followers well,
+and knows loyal hearts. The De Artignys never fail."
+
+"You know of them, Sister?"
+
+"I knew his father," she answered, half ashamed already of her
+impulse, "a gallant man. But come, the Mother would have you visit
+her."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+IN THE PALACE OF THE INTENDANT
+
+
+The huge palace of the Intendant, between the bluff and the river, was
+ablaze with lights, and already crowded with guests at our arrival. I
+had seen nothing of Chevet since the morning, nor did he appear now;
+but Monsieur Cassion was prompt enough, and congratulated me on my
+appearance with bows, and words of praise which made me flush with
+embarrassment. Yet I knew myself that I looked well in the new gown,
+simple enough to be sure, yet prettily draped, for Sister Celeste had
+helped me, and 'twas whispered she had seen fine things in Europe
+before she donned the sober habit of a nun. She loved yet to dress
+another, and her swift touches to my hair had worked a miracle. I read
+admiration in Cassion's eyes, as I came forward from the shadows to
+greet him, and was not unhappy to know he recognized my beauty, and
+was moved by it. Yet it was not of him I thought, but Rene de
+Artigny.
+
+There was a chair without, and bearers, while two soldiers of the
+Regiment of Picardy, held torches to light the way, and open passage.
+Cassion walked beside me, his tongue never still, yet I was too
+greatly interested in the scene to care what he was saying, although I
+knew it to be mostly compliment. It was a steep descent, the stones of
+the roadway wet and glistening from a recent shower, and the ceaseless
+stream of people, mostly denizens of Quebec, peered at us curiously as
+we made slow progress. Great bonfires glowed from every high point of
+the cliff, their red glare supplementing our torches, and bringing out
+passing faces in odd distinctness.
+
+A spirit of carnival seemed to possess the crowd, and more than once
+bits of green, and handfuls of sweets were tossed into my lap; while
+laughter, and gay badinage greeted us from every side. Cassion took
+this rather grimly, and gave stern word to the soldier escort, but I
+found it all diverting enough, and had hard work to retain my dignity,
+and not join in the merriment. It was darker at the foot of the hill,
+yet the crowd did not diminish, although they stood in ankle deep mud,
+and seemed less vivacious. Now and then I heard some voice name
+Cassion as we passed, recognizing his face in the torch glow, but
+there was no sign that he was popular. Once a man called out something
+which caused him to stop, hand on sword, but he fronted so many faces
+that he lost heart, and continued, laughing off the affront. Then we
+came to the guard lines, and were beyond reach of the mob.
+
+An officer met us, pointing out the way, and, after he had assisted us
+to descend from the chair, we advanced slowly over a carpet of clean
+straw toward the gaily lighted entrance. Soldiers lined the walls on
+either side, and overhead blazed a beacon suspended on a chain. It was
+a scene rather grotesque and weird in the red glow, and I took
+Cassion's arm gladly, feeling just a little frightened by the strange
+surroundings.
+
+"Where is my Uncle Chevet?" I asked, more as a relief, than because I
+cared, although I was glad of his absence because of De Artigny.
+
+"In faith, I know not," he answered lightly. "I won him a card, but he
+was scarce gracious about it. In some wine shop likely with others of
+his kind."
+
+There were servants at the door, and an officer, who scanned the cards
+of those in advance of us, yet passed Cassion, with a glance at his
+face, and word of recognition. I observed him turn and stare after me,
+for our eyes met, but, almost before I knew what had occurred, I found
+myself in a side room, with a maid helping to remove my wraps, and
+arrange my hair. She was gracious and apt, with much to say in praise
+of my appearance; and at my expression of doubt, brought a mirror and
+held it before me. Then, for the first time, did I comprehend the
+magic of Sister Celeste, and what had been accomplished by her deft
+fingers. I was no longer a rustic maid, but really a quite grand lady,
+so that I felt a thrill of pride as I went forth once more to join
+Cassion in the hall. 'Twas plain enough to be seen that my appearance
+pleased him also, for appreciation was in his eyes, and he bowed low
+over my hand, and lifted it gallantly to his lips.
+
+I will not describe the scene in the great ballroom, for now, as I
+write, the brilliant pageant is but a dim memory, confused and
+tantalizing. I recall the bright lights overhead, and along the walls,
+the festooned banners, the raised dais at one end, carpeted with skins
+of wild animals, where the Governor stood, the walls covered with arms
+and trophies of the chase, the guard of soldiers at each entrance, and
+the mass of people grouped about the room.
+
+It was an immense apartment, but so filled with guests as to leave
+scarce space for dancing, and the company was a strange one;
+representative, I thought, of each separate element which composed the
+population of New France. Officers of the regiments in garrison were
+everywhere, apparently in charge of the evening's pleasure, but their
+uniforms bore evidence of service. The naval men were less numerous,
+yet more brilliantly attired, and seemed fond of the dance, and were
+favorites of the ladies. These were young, and many of them beautiful;
+belles of Quebec mostly, and, although their gowns were not expensive,
+becomingly attired. Yet from up and down the river the seigniors had
+brought their wives and daughters to witness the event. Some of these
+were uncouth enough, and oddly appareled; not a few among them plainly
+exhibiting traces of Indian blood; and here and there, standing silent
+and alone, could be noted a red chief from distant forest. Most of
+those men I saw bore evidence in face and dress of the wild, rough
+life they led--fur traders from far-off waterways, guardians of
+wilderness forts, explorers and adventurers.
+
+Many a name reached my ears famous in those days, but forgotten long
+since; and once or twice, as we slowly made our way through the
+throng, Cassion pointed out to me some character of importance in the
+province, or paused to present me with formality to certain officials
+whom he knew. It was thus we approached the dais, and awaited our turn
+to extend felicitations to the Governor. Just before us was Du L'Hut,
+whose name Cassion whispered in my ear, a tall, slender man, attired
+as a _courier du bois_, with long fair hair sweeping his shoulders. I
+had heard of him as a daring explorer, but there was no premonition
+that he would ever again come into my life, and I was more deeply
+interested in the appearance of La Barre.
+
+He was a dark man, stern of face, and with strange, furtive eyes,
+concealed behind long lashes and overhanging brows. Yet he was most
+gracious to Du L'Hut, and when he turned, and perceived Monsieur
+Cassion next in line, smiled and extended his hand cordially.
+
+"Ah, Francois, and so you are here at last, and ever welcome. And
+this," he bowed low before me in excess of gallantry, "no doubt will
+be the Mademoiselle la Chesnayne of whose charms I have heard so much
+of late. By my faith, Cassion, even your eloquence hath done small
+justice to the lady. Where, Mademoiselle, have you hidden yourself, to
+remain unknown to us of Quebec?"
+
+"I have lived with my uncle, Hugo Chevet."
+
+"Ah, yes; I recall the circumstances now--a rough, yet loyal trader.
+He was with me once on the Ottawa--and tonight?"
+
+"He accompanied me to the city, your excellency, but I have not seen
+him since."
+
+"Small need, with Francois at your beck and call," and he patted me
+playfully on the cheek. "I have already tested his faithfulness. Your
+father, Mademoiselle?"
+
+"Captain Pierre la Chesnayne, sir."
+
+"Ah, yes; I knew him well; he fell on the Richelieu; a fine soldier."
+He turned toward Cassion, the expression of his face changed.
+
+"You depart tonight?"
+
+"At daybreak, sir."
+
+"That is well; see to it that no time is lost on the journey. I have
+it in my mind that De Baugis may need you, for, from all I hear Henri
+de Tonty is not an easy man to handle."
+
+"De Tonty?"
+
+"Ay! the lieutenant Sieur de la Salle left in charge at St. Louis; an
+Italian they tell me, and loyal to his master. 'Tis like he may resist
+my orders, and De Baugis hath but a handful with which to uphold
+authority. I am not sure I approve of your selecting this lad De
+Artigny as a guide; he may play you false."
+
+"Small chance he'll have for any trick."
+
+"Perchance not, yet the way is long, and he knows the wilderness. I
+advise you guard him well. I shall send to you for council in an hour;
+there are papers yet unsigned."
+
+He turned away to greet those who followed us in line, while we moved
+forward into the crowd about the walls. Cassion whispered in my ear,
+telling me bits of gossip about this and that one who passed us,
+seeking to exhibit his wit, and impress me with his wide acquaintance.
+I must have made fit response, for his voice never ceased, yet I felt
+no interest in the stories, and disliked the man more than ever for
+his vapid boasting. The truth is my thought was principally concerned
+with De Artigny, and whether he would really gain admission. Still of
+this I had small doubt, for his was a daring to make light of guards,
+or any threat of enemies, if desire urged him on. And I had his
+pledge.
+
+My eyes watched every moving figure, but the man was not present, my
+anxiety increasing as I realized his absence, and speculated as to its
+cause. Could Cassion have interfered? Could he have learned of our
+interview, and used his influence secretly to prevent our meeting
+again? It was not impossible, for the man was seemingly in close touch
+with Quebec, and undoubtedly possessed power. My desire to see De
+Artigny was now for his own sake--to warn him of danger and treachery.
+The few words I had caught passing between La Barre and Cassion had to
+me a sinister meaning; they were a promise of protection from the
+Governor to his lieutenant, and this officer of La Salle's should be
+warned that he was suspected and watched. There was more to La Barre's
+words than appeared openly; it would be later, when they were alone,
+that he would give his real orders to Cassion. Yet I felt small doubt
+as to what those orders would be, nor of the failure of the lieutenant
+to execute them. The wilderness hid many a secret, and might well
+conceal another. In some manner that night I must find De Artigny, and
+whisper my warning.
+
+These were my thoughts, crystallizing into purpose, yet I managed to
+smile cheerily into the face of the Commissaire and make such reply to
+his badinage as gave him pleasure. Faith, the man loved himself so
+greatly the trick was easy, the danger being that I yield too much to
+his audacity. No doubt he deemed me a simple country maid, overawed by
+his gallantries, nor did I seek to undeceive him, even permitting the
+fool to press my hand, and whisper his soft nonsense. Yet he ventured
+no further, seeing that in my eyes warning him of danger if he grew
+insolent. I danced with him twice, pleased to know I had not forgotten
+the step, and then, as he felt compelled to show attention to the
+Governor's lady, he left me in charge of a tall, thin officer--a Major
+Callons, I think--reluctantly, and disappeared in the crowd. Never did
+I part with one more willingly, and as the Major spoke scarcely a
+dozen words during our long dance together I found opportunity to
+think, and decide upon a course of action.
+
+As the music ceased my only plan was to avoid Cassion as long as
+possible, and, at my suggestion, the silent major conducted me to a
+side room, and then disappeared seeking refreshments. I grasped the
+opportunity to slip through the crowd, and find concealment in a quiet
+corner. It was impossible for me to conceive that De Artigny would
+fail to come. He had pledged his word, and there was that about the
+man to give me faith. Ay! he would come, unless there had already been
+treachery. My heart beat swiftly at the thought, my eyes eagerly
+searching the moving figures in the ballroom. Yet there was nothing I
+could do but wait, although fear was already tugging at my heart.
+
+I leaned forward scanning each passing face, my whole attention
+concentrated on the discovery of De Artigny. Where he came from I knew
+not, but his voice softly speaking at my very ear brought me to my
+feet, with a little cry of relief. The joy of finding him must have
+found expression in my eyes, in my eager clasping of his hand, for he
+laughed.
+
+"'Tis as though I was truly welcomed, Mademoiselle," he said, and
+gravely enough. "Could I hope that you were even seeking me yonder?"
+
+"It would be the truth, if you did," I responded frankly, "and I was
+beginning to doubt your promise."
+
+"Nor was it as easily kept as I supposed when given," he said under
+his breath. "Come with me into this side room where we can converse
+more freely--I can perceive Monsieur Cassion across the floor. No
+doubt he is seeking you, and my presence here will give the man no
+pleasure."
+
+I glanced in the direction indicated, and although I saw nothing of
+the Commissaire, I slipped back willingly enough through the lifted
+curtain into the deserted room behind. It was evidently an office of
+some kind, for it contained only a desk and some chairs, and was
+unlighted, except for the gleam from between the curtains. The outer
+wall was so thick a considerable space separated the room from the
+window, which was screened off by heavy drapery. De Artigny appeared
+familiar with these details, for, with scarcely a glance about, he led
+me into this recess, where we stood concealed. Lights from below
+illumined our faces, and revealed an open window looking down on the
+court. My companion glanced out at the scene beneath, and his eyes and
+lips smiled as he turned again and faced me.
+
+"But, Monsieur," I questioned puzzled, "why was it not easy? You met
+with trouble?"
+
+"Hardly that; a mere annoyance. I may only suspect the cause, but an
+hour after I left you my ticket of invitation was withdrawn."
+
+"Withdrawn? by whom?"
+
+"The order of La Barre, no doubt; an officer of his guard called on me
+to say he preferred my absence."
+
+"'Twas the work of Cassion."
+
+"So I chose to believe, especially as he sent me word later to remain
+at the boats, and have them in readiness for departure at any minute.
+Some inkling of our meeting must have reached his ears."
+
+"But how came you here, then?"
+
+He laughed in careless good humor.
+
+"Why that was no trick! Think you I am one to disappoint because of so
+small an obstacle? As the door was refused me I sought other entrance
+and found it here." He pointed through the open window. "It was not a
+difficult passage, but I had to wait the withdrawal of the guards
+below, which caused my late arrival. Yet this was compensated for by
+discovering you so quickly. My only fear was encountering someone I
+knew while seeking you on the floor."
+
+"You entered through this window?"
+
+"Yes; there is a lattice work below."
+
+"And whose office is that within?"
+
+"My guess is that of Colonel Delguard, La Barre's chief of staff, for
+there was a letter for him lying on the desk. What difference? You are
+glad I came?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur, but not so much for my own sake, as for yours. I bring
+you warning that you adventure with those who would do you evil if the
+chance arrive."
+
+"Bah! Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+"'Tis not well for you to despise the man, for he has power and is a
+villain at heart in spite of all his pretty ways. 'Tis said he has the
+cruelty of a tiger, and in this case La Barre gives him full
+authority."
+
+"Hath the Governor grudge against me also?"
+
+"Only that you are follower of La Salle, and loyal, while he is heart
+and hand with the other faction. He chided Cassion for accepting you
+as guide, and advised close watch lest you show treachery."
+
+"You overheard their talk?"
+
+"Ay! they made no secret of it; but I am convinced La Barre has more
+definite instructions to give in private, for he asked the Commissaire
+to come to him later for conference. I felt that you should be told,
+Monsieur."
+
+De Artigny leaned motionless against the window ledge, and the light
+streaming in through the opening of the draperies revealed the gravity
+of his expression. For the moment he remained silent, turning the
+affair over in his mind.
+
+"I thank you, Mademoiselle," he said finally, and touched my hand,
+"for your report gives me one more link to my chain. I have picked up
+several in the past few hours, and all seem to lead back to the
+manipulations of Cassion. Faith! there is some mystery here, for
+surely the man seemed happy enough when first we met at Chevet's
+house, and accepted my offer gladly. Have you any theory as to this
+change in his front?"
+
+I felt the blood surge to my cheeks, and my eyes fell before the
+intensity of his glance.
+
+"If I have, Monsieur, 'tis no need that it be mentioned."
+
+"Your pardon, Mademoiselle, but your words already answer me--'tis
+then that I have shown interest in you; the dog is jealous!"
+
+"Monsieur!"
+
+He laughed, and I felt the tightening of his hand on mine.
+
+"Good! and by all the gods, I will give him fair cause. The thought
+pleases me, for rather would I be your soldier than my own. See, how
+it dovetails in--I meet you at the convent and pledge you my aid; some
+spy bears word of our conference to Monsieur, and an hour later I
+receive word that if I have more to do with you I die. I smile at the
+warning and send back a message of insult. Then my invitation to this
+ball is withdrawn, and, later still, La Barre even advises that I be
+assassinated at the least excuse. 'Twould seem they deem you of
+importance, Mademoiselle."
+
+"You make it no more than a joke?"
+
+"Far from it; the very fact that I know the men makes it matter of
+grave concern. I might, indeed, smile did it concern myself alone, but
+I have your interests in mind--you have honored me by calling me your
+only friend, and now I know not where I may serve you best--in the
+wilderness, or here in Quebec?"
+
+"There can nothing injure me here, Monsieur, not with Cassion
+traveling to the Illinois. No doubt he will leave behind him those who
+will observe my movements--that cannot harm."
+
+"It is Hugo Chevet, I fear."
+
+"Chevet! my uncle--I do not understand."
+
+"No, for he is your uncle, and you know him only in such relationship.
+He may have been to you kind and indulgent. I do not ask. But to those
+who meet him in the world he is a big, cruel, savage brute, who would
+sacrifice even you, if you stood in his way. And now if you fail to
+marry Cassion, you will so stand. He is the one who will guard you, by
+choice of the Commissaire, and orders of La Barre, and he will do his
+part well."
+
+"I can remain with the sisters."
+
+"Not in opposition to the Governor; they would never dare antagonize
+him; tomorrow you will return with Chevet."
+
+I drew a quick breath, my eyes on his face.
+
+"How can you know all this, Monsieur? Why should my uncle sacrifice
+me?"
+
+"No matter how I know. Some of it has been your own confession,
+coupled with my knowledge of the man. Three days ago I learned of his
+debt to Cassion, and that the latter had him in his claws, and at his
+mercy. Today I had evidence of what that debt means."
+
+"Today!"
+
+"Ay! 'twas from Chevet the threat came that he would kill me if I ever
+met with you again."
+
+I could but stare at him, incredulous, my fingers unconsciously
+grasping his jacket.
+
+"He said that? Chevet?"
+
+"Ay! Chevet; the message came by mouth of the half-breed, his
+_voyageur_, and I choked out of him where he had left his master, yet
+when I got there the man had gone. If we might meet tonight the matter
+would be swiftly settled."
+
+He gazed out into the darkness, and I saw his hand close on the hilt
+of his knife. I caught his arm.
+
+"No, no Monsieur; not that. You must not seek a quarrel, for I am not
+afraid--truly I am not; you will listen--"
+
+There was a voice speaking in the office room behind, the closing of a
+door, and the scraping of a chair as someone sat down. My words
+ceased, and we stood silent in the shadow, my grasp still on De
+Artigny's arm.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+THE ORDER OF LA BARRE
+
+
+I did not recognize the voice speaking--a husky voice, the words
+indistinct, yet withal forceful--nor do I know what it was he said.
+But when the other answered, tapping on the desk with some instrument,
+I knew the second speaker to be La Barre, and leaned back just far
+enough to gain glimpse through the opening in the drapery. He sat at
+the desk, his back toward us, while his companion, a red-faced,
+heavily-moustached man, in uniform of the Rifles, stood opposite, one
+arm on the mantel over the fireplace. His expression was that of
+amused interest.
+
+"You saw the lady?" he asked.
+
+"In the receiving line for a moment only; a fair enough maid to be
+loved for her own sake I should say. Faith, never have I seen
+handsomer eyes."
+
+The other laughed.
+
+"'Tis well Madame does not overhear that confession. An heiress, and
+beautiful! Piff! but she might find others to her liking rather than
+this Cassion."
+
+"It is small chance she has had to make choice, and as to her being an
+heiress, where heard you such a rumor, Colonel Delguard?"
+
+The officer straightened up.
+
+"You forget, sir," he said slowly, "that the papers passed through my
+hands after Captain la Chesnayne's death. It was at your request they
+failed to reach the hands of Frontenac."
+
+La Barre gazed at him across the desk, his brows contracted into a
+frown.
+
+"No, I had not forgotten," and the words sounded harsh. "But they came
+to me properly sealed, and I supposed unopened. I think I have some
+reason to ask an explanation, Monsieur."
+
+"And one easily made. I saw only the letter, but that revealed enough
+to permit of my guessing the rest. It is true, is it not, that La
+Chesnayne left an estate of value?"
+
+"He thought so, but, as you must be aware, it had been alienated by
+act of treason."
+
+"Ay! but Comte de Frontenac appealed the case to the King, who granted
+pardon, and restoration."
+
+"So, 'twas rumored, but unsupported by the records. So far as New
+France knows there was no reply from Versailles."
+
+The Colonel stood erect, and advanced a step, his expression one of
+sudden curiosity.
+
+"In faith, Governor," he said swiftly, "but your statement awakens
+wonder. If this be so why does Francois Cassion seek the maid so
+ardently? Never did I deem that cavalier one to throw himself away
+without due reward."
+
+La Barre laughed.
+
+"Perchance you do Francois ill judgment, Monsieur le Colonel," he
+replied amused. "No doubt 'tis love, for, in truth, the witch would
+send sluggish blood dancing with the glance of her eyes. Still," more
+soberly, his eyes falling to the desk, "'tis, as you say, scarce in
+accord with Cassion's nature to thus make sacrifice, and there have
+been times when I suspected he did some secret purpose. I use the man,
+yet never trust him."
+
+"Nor I, since he played me foul trick at La Chine. Could he have found
+the paper of restoration, and kept it concealed, until all was in his
+hands?"
+
+"I have thought of that, yet it doth not appear possible. Francois was
+in ill grace with Frontenac, and could never have reached the
+archives. If the paper came to his hands it was by accident, or
+through some treachery. Well,'tis small use of our discussing the
+matter. He hath won my pledge to Mademoiselle la Chesnayne's hand, for
+I would have him friend, not enemy, just now. They marry on his
+return."
+
+"He is chosen then for the mission to Fort St. Louis?"
+
+"Ay, there were reasons for his selection. The company departs at
+dawn. Tell him, Monsieur, that I await him now for final interview."
+
+I watched Delguard salute, and turn away to execute his order. La
+Barre drew a paper from a drawer of the desk, and bent over it pen in
+hand. My eyes lifted to the face of De Artigny, standing motionless
+behind me in the deeper shadow.
+
+"You overheard, Monsieur?" I whispered.
+
+He leaned closer, his lips at my ear, his eyes dark with eagerness.
+
+"Every word, Mademoiselle! Fear not, I shall yet learn the truth from
+this Cassion. You suspected?"
+
+I shook my head, uncertain.
+
+"My father died in that faith, Monsieur, but Chevet called me a
+beggar."
+
+"Chevet! no doubt he knows all, and has a dirty hand in the mess. He
+called you beggar, hey!--hush, the fellow comes."
+
+He was a picture of insolent servility, as he stood there bowing, his
+gay dress fluttering with ribbons, his face smiling, yet utterly
+expressionless. La Barre lifted his eyes, and surveyed him coldly.
+
+"You sent for me, sir?"
+
+"Yes, although I scarcely thought at this hour you would appear in
+the apparel of a dandy. I have chosen you for serious work,
+Monsieur, and the time is near for your departure. Surely my orders
+were sufficiently clear?"
+
+"They were, Governor la Barre," and Cassion's lips lost their grin,
+"and my delay in changing dress has occurred through the strange
+disappearance of Mademoiselle la Chesnayne. I left her with Major
+Callons while I danced with my lady, and have since found no trace of
+the maid."
+
+"Does not Callons know?"
+
+"Only that, seeking refreshments, he left her, and found her gone on
+his return. Her wraps are in the dressing room."
+
+"Then 'tis not like she has fled the palace. No doubt she awaits you
+in some corner. I will have the servants look, and meanwhile pay heed
+to me. This is a mission of more import than love-making with a maid,
+Monsieur Cassion, and its success, or failure, will determine your
+future. You have my letter of instruction?"
+
+"It has been carefully read."
+
+"And the sealed orders for Chevalier de Baugis?"
+
+"Here, protected in oiled silk."
+
+"See that they reach him, and no one else; they give him an authority
+I could not grant before, and should end La Salle's control of that
+country. You have met this Henri de Tonty? He was here with his master
+three years since, and had audience."
+
+"Ay, but that was before my time. Is he one to resist De Baugis?"
+
+"He impressed me as a man who would obey to the letter, Monsieur; a
+dark-faced soldier, with an iron jaw. He had lost one arm in battle,
+and was loyal to his chief."
+
+"So I have heard--a stronger man than De Baugis?"
+
+"A more resolute; all depends on what orders La Salle left, and the
+number of men the two command."
+
+"In that respect the difference is not great. De Baugis had but a
+handful of soldiers to take from Mackinac, although his _voyageurs_
+may be depended upon to obey his will. His instructions were not to
+employ force."
+
+"And the garrison of St. Louis?"
+
+"'Tis hard to tell, as there are fur hunters there of whom we have no
+record. La Salle's report would make his own command eighteen, but
+they are well chosen, and he hath lieutenants not so far away as to be
+forgotten. La Forest would strike at a word, and De la Durantaye is at
+the Chicago portage, and no friend of mine. 'Tis of importance,
+therefore, that your voyage be swiftly completed, and my orders placed
+in De Baugis' hands. Are all things ready for departure?"
+
+"Ay, the boats only await my coming."
+
+The Governor leaned his head on his hand, crumbling the paper between
+his fingers.
+
+"This young fellow--De Artigny," he said thoughtfully, "you have some
+special reason for keeping him in your company?"
+
+Cassion crossed the room, his face suddenly darkening.
+
+"Ay, now I have," he explained shortly, "although I first engaged his
+services merely for what I deemed to be their value. He spoke me most
+fairly."
+
+"But since?"
+
+"I have cause to suspect. Chevet tells me that today he had conference
+with Mademoiselle at the House of the Ursulines."
+
+"Ah, 'twas for that then you had his ticket revoked. I see where the
+shoe pinches. 'Twill be safer with him in the boats than back here in
+Quebec. Then I give permission, and wash my hands of the whole
+affair--but beware of him, Cassion."
+
+"I may be trusted, sir."
+
+"I question that no longer." He hesitated slightly, then added in
+lower tone: "If accident occur the report may be briefly made. I think
+that will be all."
+
+Both men were upon their feet, and La Barre extended his hand across
+the desk. I do not know what movement may have caused it, but at that
+moment, a wooden ring holding the curtain fell, and struck the floor
+at my feet. Obeying the first impulse I thrust De Artigny back behind
+me into the shadow, and held aside the drapery. Both men, turning,
+startled at the sound, beheld me clearly, and stared in amazement.
+Cassion took a step forward, an exclamation of surprise breaking from
+his lips.
+
+"Adele! Mademoiselle!"
+
+I stepped more fully into the light, permitting the curtain to fall
+behind me, and my eyes swept their faces.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur--you were seeking me?"
+
+"For an hour past; for what reason did you leave the ballroom?"
+
+With no purpose in my mind but to gain time in which to collect my
+thought and protect De Artigny from discovery, I made answer, assuming
+a carelessness of demeanor which I was far from feeling.
+
+"Has it been so long, Monsieur?" I returned in apparent surprise. "Why
+I merely sought a breath of fresh air, and became interested in the
+scene without."
+
+La Barre stood motionless, just as he had risen to his feet at the
+first alarm, his eyes on my face, his heavy eyebrows contracted in a
+frown.
+
+"I will question the young lady, Cassion," he said sternly, "for I
+have interests here of my own. Mademoiselle!"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"How long have you been behind that curtain?"
+
+"Monsieur Cassion claims to have sought me for an hour."
+
+"Enough of that," his voice grown harsh, and threatening. "You address
+the Governor; answer me direct."
+
+I lifted my eyes to his stern face, but they instantly fell before the
+encounter of his fierce gaze.
+
+"I do not know, Monsieur."
+
+"Who was here when you came in?"
+
+"No one, Monsieur; the room was empty."
+
+"Then you hid there, and overheard the conversation between Colonel
+Delguard and myself?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur," I confessed, feeling my limbs tremble.
+
+"And also all that has passed since Monsieur Cassion entered?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+He drew a deep breath, striking his hand on the desk, as though he
+would control his anger.
+
+"Were you alone? Had you a companion?"
+
+I know not how I managed it, yet I raised my eyes to his, simulating a
+surprise I was far from feeling.
+
+"Alone, Monsieur? I am Adele la Chesnayne; if you doubt, the way of
+discovery is open without word from me."
+
+His suspicious, doubting eyes never left my face, and there was sneer
+in his voice as he answered.
+
+"Bah! I am not in love to be played with by a witch. Perchance 'tis
+not easy for you to lie. Well, we will see. Look within the alcove,
+Cassion."
+
+The Commissaire was there even before the words of command were
+uttered, and my heart seemed to stop beating as his heavy hand
+tore aside the drapery. I leaned on the desk, bracing myself,
+expecting a blow, a struggle; but all was silent. Cassion, braced,
+and expectant, peered into the shadows, evidently perceiving nothing;
+then stepped within, only to instantly reappear, his expression
+that of disappointment. The blood surged back to my heart, and my
+lips smiled.
+
+"No one is there, Monsieur," he reported, "but the window is open."
+
+"And not a dangerous leap to the court below," returned La Barre
+thoughtfully. "So far you win, Mademoiselle. Now will you answer
+me--were you alone there ten minutes ago?"
+
+"It is useless for me to reply, Monsieur," I answered with dignity,
+"as it will in no way change your decision."
+
+"You have courage, at least."
+
+"The inheritance of my race, Monsieur."
+
+"Well, we'll test it then, but not in the form you anticipate." He
+smiled, but not pleasantly, and resumed his seat at the desk. "I
+propose closing your mouth, Mademoiselle, and placing you beyond
+temptation. Monsieur Cassion, have the lieutenant at the door enter."
+
+I stood in silence, wondering at what was about to occur; was I to be
+made prisoner? or what form was my punishment to assume? The power of
+La Barre I knew, and his stern vindictiveness, and well I realized the
+fear and hate which swept his mind, as he recalled the conversation I
+had overheard. He must seal my lips to protect himself--but how? As
+though in a daze I saw Cassion open the door, speak a sharp word to
+one without, and return, followed by a young officer, who glanced
+curiously aside at me, even as he saluted La Barre, and stood silently
+awaiting his orders. The latter remained a moment motionless, his lips
+firm set.
+
+"Where is Father Le Guard?"
+
+"In the Chapel, Monsieur; he passed me a moment ago."
+
+"Good; inform the _pere_ that I desire his presence at once. Wait!
+know you the fur trader, Hugo Chevet?"
+
+"I have seen the man, Monsieur--a big fellow, with a shaggy head."
+
+"Ay, as savage as the Indians he has lived among. He is to be found at
+Eclair's wine shop in the Rue St. Louis. Have your sentries bring him
+here to me. Attend to both these matters."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+La Barre's eyes turned from the disappearing figure of the officer,
+rested a moment on my face, and then smiled grimly as he fronted
+Cassion. He seemed well pleased with himself, and to have recovered
+his good humor.
+
+"A delightful surprise for you, Monsieur Cassion," he said genially,
+"and let us hope no less a pleasure for the fair lady. Be seated,
+Mademoiselle; there may be a brief delay. You perceive my plan, no
+doubt?"
+
+Cassion did not answer, and the Governor looked at me.
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+"And yet so simple, so joyful a way out of this unfortunate
+predicament. I am surprised. Cassion here might not appreciate how
+nicely this method will answer to close your lips, but you,
+remembering clearly the private conference between myself and Colonel
+Delguard, should grasp my purpose at once. Your marriage is to take
+place tonight, Mademoiselle."
+
+"Tonight! my marriage! to whom?"
+
+"Ah! is there then more than one prospective bridegroom? Monsieur
+Cassion surely I am not in error that you informed me of your
+engagement to Mademoiselle la Chesnayne?"
+
+"She has been pledged me in marriage, Monsieur--the banns published."
+
+I sat with bowed head, my cheeks flaming.
+
+"'Tis then as I understood," La Barre went on, chuckling. "The lady is
+over modest."
+
+"I have made no pledge," I broke in desperately. "Monsieur spoke to my
+Uncle Chevet, not I!"
+
+"Yet you were told! You made no refusal?"
+
+"Monsieur, I could not; they arranged it all, and, besides, it was not
+to be until Monsieur returned from the West. I do not love him; I
+thought--"
+
+"Bah! what is love? 'Tis enough that you accepted. This affair is no
+longer one of affection; it has become the King's business, a matter
+of State. I decide it is best for you to leave Quebec; ay! and New
+France, Mademoiselle. There is but one choice, imprisonment here, or
+exile into the wilderness." He leaned forward staring into my face
+with his fierce, threatening eyes. "I feel it better that you go as
+Monsieur Cassion's wife, and under his protection. I decree that so
+you shall go."
+
+"Alone--with--with--Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+"One of his party. 'Tis my order also that Hugo Chevet be of the
+company. Perchance a year in the wilderness may be of benefit to him,
+and he might be of value in watching over young De Artigny."
+
+Never have I felt more helpless, more utterly alone. I knew all he
+meant, but my mind grasped no way of escape. His face leered at me as
+through a mist, yet as I glanced aside at Cassion it only brought home
+to me a more complete dejection. The man was glad--glad! He had no
+conscience, no shame. To appeal to him would be waste of breath--a
+deeper humiliation. Suddenly I felt cold, hard, reckless; ay! they had
+the power to force me through the unholy ceremony. I was only a
+helpless girl; but beyond that I would laugh at them; and Cassion--if
+he dared--
+
+The door opened, and a lean priest in long black robe entered
+noiselessly, bending his shaven head to La Barre, as his crafty eyes
+swiftly swept our faces.
+
+"Monsieur desired my presence?"
+
+"Yes, Pere le Guard, a mission of happiness. There are two here to be
+joined in matrimony by bonds of Holy Church. We but wait the coming of
+the lady's guardian."
+
+The _pere_ must have interpreted the expression of my face.
+
+"'Tis regular, Monsieur?" he asked.
+
+"By order of the King," returned La Barre sternly. "Beyond that it is
+not necessary that you inquire. Ah! Monsieur Chevet! they found you
+then? I have a pleasant surprise for you. 'Tis hereby ordered that you
+accompany Commissaire Cassion to the Illinois country as interpreter,
+to be paid from my private fund."
+
+Chevet stared into the Governor's dark face, scarce able to
+comprehend, his brain dazed from heavy drinking.
+
+"The Illinois country! I--Hugo Chevet? 'Tis some joke, Monsieur."
+
+"None at all, as you will discover presently, my man. I do not jest on
+the King's service."
+
+"But my land, Monsieur; my niece?"
+
+La Barre permitted himself a laugh.
+
+"Bah! let the land lie fallow; 'twill cost little while you draw a
+wage, and as for Mademoiselle, 'tis that you may accompany her I make
+choice. Stand back; you have your orders, and now I'll show you good
+reason." He stood up, and placed his hand on Cassion's arm. "Now my
+dear, Francois, if you will join the lady."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+THE WIFE OF FRANCOIS CASSION
+
+
+It is vague, all that transpired. I knew then, and recall now, much of
+the scene yet it returns to memory more in a passing picture than an
+actual reality in which I was an actor. But one clear impression
+dominated my brain--my helplessness to resist the command of La Barre.
+His word was law in the colony, and from it there was no appeal, save
+to the King. Through swimming mist I saw his face, stern, dark,
+threatening, and then glimpsed Cassion approaching me, a smile curling
+his thin lips. I shrank back from him, yet arose to my feet, trembling
+so that I clung to the chair to keep erect.
+
+"Do not touch me, Monsieur," I said, in a voice which scarcely sounded
+like my own. Cassion stood still, the smile of triumph leaving his
+face. La Barre turned, his eyes cold and hard.
+
+"What is this, Mademoiselle? You would dare disobey me?"
+
+I caught my breath, gripping the chair with both hands.
+
+"No, Monsieur le Governor," I answered, surprised at the clearness
+with which I spoke. "That would be useless; you have behind you the
+power of France, and I am a mere girl. Nor do I appeal, for I know
+well the cause of your decision. It is indeed my privilege to appeal
+to Holy Church for protection from this outrage, but not through such
+representative as I see here."
+
+"Pere le Guard is chaplain of my household."
+
+"And servant to your will, Monsieur. 'Tis known in all New France he
+is more diplomat than priest. Nay! I take back my word, and will make
+trial of his priesthood. Father, I do not love this man, nor marry him
+of my own free will. I appeal to you, to the church, to refuse the
+sanction."
+
+The priest stood with fingers interlocked, and head bowed, nor did his
+eyes meet mine.
+
+"I am but the humble instrument of those in authority, Daughter," he
+replied gently, "and must perform the sacred duties of my office. 'Tis
+your own confession that your hand has been pledged to Monsieur
+Cassion."
+
+"By Hugo Chevet, not myself."
+
+"Without objection on your part." He glanced up slyly. "Perchance this
+was before the appearance of another lover, the Sieur de Artigny."
+
+I felt the color flood my cheeks, yet from indignation rather than
+embarrassment.
+
+"No word of love has been spoken me by Monsieur de Artigny," I
+answered swiftly. "He is a friend, no more. I do not love Francois
+Cassion, nor marry him but through force; ay! nor does he love
+me--this is but a scheme to rob me of my inheritance."
+
+"Enough of this," broke in La Barre sternly, and he gripped my arm.
+"The girl hath lost her head, and such controversy is unseemly in my
+presence. Pere le Guard, let the ceremony proceed."
+
+"'Tis your order, Monsieur?"
+
+"Ay! do I not speak my will plainly enough? Come, the hour is late,
+and our King's business is of more import than the whim of a girl."
+
+I never moved, never lifted my eyes. I was conscious of nothing, but
+helpless, impotent anger, of voiceless shame. They might force me to
+go through the form, but never would they make me the wife of this
+man. My heart throbbed with rebellion, my mind hardened into revolt. I
+knew all that occurred, realized the significance of every word and
+act, yet it was as if they appertained to someone else. I felt the
+clammy touch of Cassion's hand on my nerveless fingers, and I must
+have answered the interrogatories of the priest, for his voice droned
+on, meaningless to the end. It was only in the silence which followed
+that I seemed to regain consciousness, and a new grip on my numbed
+faculties. Indeed I was still groping in the fog, bewildered, inert,
+when La Barre gave utterance to a coarse laugh.
+
+"Congratulations, Francois," he cried. "A fair wife, and not so
+unwilling after all. And now your first kiss."
+
+The sneer of these words was like a slap in the face, and all the
+hatred, and indignation I felt seethed to the surface. A heavy paper
+knife lay on the desk, and I gripped it in my fingers, and stepped
+back, facing them. The mist seemed to roll away, and I saw their
+faces, and there must have been that in mine to startle them, for even
+La Barre gave back a step, and the grin faded from the thin lips of
+the Commissaire.
+
+"'Tis ended then," I said, and my voice did not falter. "I am this
+man's wife. Very well, you have had your way; now I will have mine.
+Listen to what I shall say, Monsieur le Governor, and you also,
+Francois Cassion. By rite of church you call me wife, but that is your
+only claim. I know your law, and that this ceremony has sealed my
+lips. I am your captive, nothing more; you can rob me now--but, mark
+you! all that you will ever get is money. Monsieur Cassion, if you
+dare lay so much as a finger on me, I will kill you, as I would a
+snake. I know what I say, and mean it. You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur,
+if you doubt how my race repays insult. I will go with you; I will
+bear your name; this the law compels, but I am still mistress of my
+soul, and of my body. You hear me, Messieurs? You understand?"
+
+Cassion stood leaning forward, just where my first words had held him
+motionless. As I paused his eyes were on my face, and he lifted a hand
+to wipe away drops of perspiration. La Barre crumpled the paper he
+held savagely.
+
+"So," he exclaimed, "we have unchained a tiger cat. Well, all this is
+naught to me; and Francois, I leave you and the wilderness to do the
+taming. In faith, 'tis time already you were off. You agree to
+accompany the party without resistance, Madame?"
+
+"As well there, as here," I answered contemptuously.
+
+"And you, Hugo Chevet?"
+
+The giant growled something inarticulate through his beard, not
+altogether, I thought, to La Barre's liking, for his face darkened.
+
+"By St. Anne! 'tis a happy family amid which you start your honeymoon,
+Monsieur Cassion," he ejaculated at length, "but go you must, though I
+send a file of soldiers with you to the boats. Now leave me, and I
+would hear no more until word comes of your arrival at St. Louis."
+
+We left the room together, the three of us, and no one spoke, as we
+traversed the great assembly hall, in which dancers still lingered,
+and gained the outer hall. Cassion secured my cloak, and I wrapped it
+about my shoulders, for the night air without was already chill, and
+then, yet in unbroken silence, we passed down the steps into the
+darkness of the street. I walked beside Chevet, who was growling to
+himself, scarce sober enough to clearly realize what had occurred, and
+so we followed the Commissaire down the steep path which led to the
+river.
+
+There was no pomp now, no military guard, or blazing torches. All
+about us was gloom and silence, the houses fronting the narrow passage
+black, although a gleam of fire revealed the surface of the water
+below. The rough paving made walking difficult, and I tripped twice
+during the descent, once wrenching an ankle, but with no outcry. I was
+scarce conscious of the pain, or of my surroundings, for my mind still
+stood aghast over what had occurred. It had been so swiftly
+accomplished I yet failed to grasp the full significance.
+
+Vaguely I comprehended that I was no longer Adele la Chesnayne, but
+the wife of that man I followed. A word, a muttered prayer, an
+uplifted hand, had made me his slave, his vassal. Nothing could break
+the bond between us save death. I might hate, despise, revile, but the
+bond held. This thought grew clearer as my mind readjusted itself, and
+the full horror of the situation took possession of me. Yet there was
+nothing I could do; I could neither escape or fight, nor had I a
+friend to whom I could appeal. Suddenly I realized that I still
+grasped in my hand the heavy paper knife I had snatched up from La
+Barre's desk, and I thrust it into the waistband of my skirt. It was
+my only weapon of defense, yet to know I had even that seemed to bring
+me a glow of courage.
+
+We reached the river's edge and halted. Below us, on the bank, the
+blazing fire emitted a red gleam reflecting on the water, and showing
+us the dark outlines of waiting canoes, and seated figures. Gazing
+about Cassion broke the silence, his voice assuming the harshness of
+authority.
+
+"Three canoes! Where is the other? Huh! if there be delay now, someone
+will make answer to me. Pass the word for the sergeant; ah! is this
+you Le Claire?"
+
+"All is prepared, Monsieur."
+
+He glared at the stocky figure fronting him in infantry uniform.
+
+"Prepared! You have but three boats at the bank."
+
+"The other is below, Monsieur; it is loaded and waits to lead the
+way."
+
+"Ah! and who is in charge?"
+
+"Was it not your will that it be the guide--the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"_Sacre!_ but I had forgotten the fellow. Ay! 'tis the best place for
+him. And are all provisions and arms aboard? You checked them, Le
+Claire?"
+
+"With care, Monsieur; I watched the stowing of each piece; there is
+nothing forgotten."
+
+"And the men?"
+
+"Four Indian paddlers to each boat, Monsieur, twenty soldiers, a
+priest, and the guide."
+
+"'Tis the tally. Make room for two more in the large canoe; ay, the
+lady goes. Change a soldier each to your boat and that of Pere Allouez
+until we make our first camp, where we can make new arrangement."
+
+"There is room in De Artigny's canoe."
+
+"We'll not call him back; the fellows will tuck away somehow. Come,
+let's be off, it looks like dawn over yonder."
+
+I found myself in one of the canoes, so filled with men any movement
+was almost impossible, yet of this I did not complain for my Uncle
+Chevet was next to me, and Cassion took place at the steering oar in
+the stern. To be separated from him was all I asked, although the very
+sound of his harsh voice rasping out orders, as we swung out from the
+bank rendered me almost frantic. My husband! God! and I was actually
+married to that despicable creature! I think I hardly realized before
+what had occurred, but now the hideous truth came, and I buried my
+face in my hands, and felt tears stealing through my fingers.
+
+Yet only for a moment were these tears of weakness. Indignation,
+anger, hatred conquered me. He had won! he had used power to conquer!
+Very well, now he would pay the price. He thought me a helpless girl;
+he would find me a woman, and a La Chesnayne. The tears left my eyes,
+and my head lifted, as purpose and decision returned.
+
+We were skirting the northern bank, the high bluffs blotting out the
+stars, with here and there, far up above us, a light gleaming from
+some distant window, its rays reflecting along the black water. The
+Indian paddlers worked silently, driving the sharp prow of the heavily
+laden canoe steadily up stream. Farther out to the left was the dim
+outline of another boat, keeping pace with ours, the moving figures of
+the paddlers revealed against the water beyond.
+
+I endeavored to discern the canoe which led the way, over which De
+Artigny held command, but it was hidden by a wall of mist too far away
+to be visible. Yet the very thought that the young Sieur was there,
+accompanying us into the drear wilderness, preserved me from utter
+despair. I would not be alone, or friendless. Even when he learned the
+truth, he would know it was not my fault, and though he might
+question, and even doubt, at first, yet surely the opportunity would
+come for me to confess all, and feel his sympathy, and protection. I
+cannot explain the confidence which this certainty of his presence
+brought, or how gratefully I awaited the dawn, and its revelation.
+
+'Tis not in the spirit of youth to be long depressed by misfortune,
+and although each echo of Cassion's voice recalled my condition, I was
+not indifferent to the changing scene. Chevet, still sodden with
+drink, fell asleep, his head on his pack, but I remained wide awake,
+watching the first faint gleam of light along the edge of the cloud
+stretching across the eastern sky line. It was a dull, drear morning,
+everywhere a dull gray, the wide waters about us silent and deserted.
+To the right the shore line was desolate and bare, except for
+blackened stumps of fire-devastated woods, and brown rocks, while in
+every other direction the river spread wide in sullen flow. There was
+no sound but the dip of the paddles and the heavy breathing.
+
+As the sun forced its way through the obscuring cloud, the mist rose
+slowly, and drifted aside, giving me glimpse of the canoe in advance,
+although it remained indistinct, a vague speck in the waste of water.
+I sat motionless gazing about at the scene, yet vaguely comprehending
+the nature of our surroundings. My mind reviewed the strange events of
+the past night, and endeavored to adjust itself to my new environment.
+Almost in an instant of time my life had utterly changed--I had been
+married and exiled; wedded to a man whom I despised, and forced to
+accompany him into the unknown wilderness. It was like a dream, a
+delirium of fever, and even yet I could not seem to comprehend its
+dread reality. But the speeding canoes, the strange faces, the
+occasional sound of Cassion's voice, the slumbering figure of Chevet
+was evidence of truth not to be ignored, and ahead yonder, a mere
+outline, was the boat which contained De Artigny. What would he say,
+or do, when he learned the truth? Would he care greatly? Had I read
+rightly the message of his eyes? Could I have trust, and confidence in
+his loyalty? Would he accept my explanation! or would he condemn me
+for this act in which I was in no wise to blame? Mother of God! it
+came to me that it was not so much Monsieur Cassion I feared, as the
+Sieur de Artigny. What would be his verdict? My heart seemed to stop
+its beating, and tears dimmed my eyes, as I gazed across the water at
+that distant canoe. I knew then that all my courage, all my hope,
+centered on his decision--the decision of the man I loved.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+THE TWO MEN MEET
+
+
+I could not have slept, although I must have lost consciousness of our
+surroundings, for I was aroused by Cassion's voice shouting some
+command, and became aware that we were making landing on the river
+bank. The sun was two hours high, and the spot selected a low
+grass-covered point, shaded by trees. Chevet had awakened, sobered by
+his nap, and the advance canoe had already been drawn up on the shore,
+the few soldiers it contained busily engaged in starting fires with
+which to cook our morning meal.
+
+I perceived De Artigny with my first glance, standing erect on the
+bank, his back toward us, directing the men in their work. As we shot
+forward toward the landing he turned indifferently, and I marked the
+sudden straightening of his body, as though in surprise, although the
+distance gave me no clear vision of his face. As our canoe came into
+the shallows, he sprang down the bank to greet us, hat in hand, his
+eyes on me. My own glance fell before the eagerness in his face, and I
+turned away.
+
+"Ah! Monsieur Cassion," he exclaimed, the very sound of his
+voice evidencing delight. "You have guests on the journey; 'tis
+unexpected."
+
+Cassion stepped over the side, and fronted him, no longer a smiling
+gallant of the court, but brutal in authority.
+
+"And what is that to you, may I ask, Sieur de Artigny?" he said,
+coldly contemptuous. "You are but our guide, and it is no concern of
+yours who may compose the company. 'Twill be well for you to remember
+your place, and attend to your duties. Go now, and see that the men
+have breakfast served."
+
+There was a moment of silence, and I did not even venture to glance up
+to perceive what occurred, although I felt that De Artigny's eyes
+shifted their inquiry from Cassion's face to mine. There must be no
+quarrel now, not until he knew the truth, not until I had opportunity
+to explain, and yet he was a firebrand, and it would be like him to
+resent such words. How relieved I felt, as his voice made final
+answer.
+
+"Pardon, Monsieur le Commissaire," he said, pleasantly enough. "It is
+true I forgot my place in this moment of surprise. I obey your
+orders."
+
+I looked up as he turned away, and disappeared. Cassion stared after
+him, smothering an oath, and evidently disappointed at so tame an
+ending of the affair, for it was his nature to bluster and boast. Yet
+as his lips changed to a grin, I knew of what the man was thinking--he
+had mistaken De Artigny's actions for cowardice, and felt assured now
+of how he would deal with him. He turned to the canoe, a new
+conception of importance in the sharp tone of his voice.
+
+"Come ashore, men; ay! draw the boat higher on the sand. Now, Monsieur
+Chevet, assist your niece forward to where I can help her to land with
+dry feet--permit me, Adele."
+
+"It is not at all necessary, Monsieur," I replied, avoiding his hand,
+and leaping lightly to the firm sand. "I am no dainty maid of Quebec
+to whom such courtesy is due." I stood and faced him, not unpleased to
+mark the anger in his eyes. "Not always have you shown yourself so
+considerate."
+
+"Why blame me for the act of La Barre?"
+
+"The act would never have been considered had you opposed it,
+Monsieur. It was your choice, not the Governor's."
+
+"I would wed you--yes; but that is no crime. But let us understand
+each other. Those were harsh words you spoke in anger in the room
+yonder."
+
+"They were not in anger."
+
+"But surely--"
+
+"Monsieur, you have forced me into marriage; the law holds me as your
+wife. I know not how I may escape that fate, or avoid accompanying
+you. So far I submit, but no farther. I do not love you; I do not even
+feel friendship toward you. Let me pass."
+
+He grasped my arm, turning me about until I faced him, his eyes
+glaring into mine.
+
+"Not until I speak," he replied threateningly. "Do not mistake my
+temper, or imagine me blind. I know what has so suddenly changed
+you--it is that gay, simpering fool yonder. But be careful how far you
+go. I am your husband, and in authority here."
+
+"Monsieur, your words are insult; release your hand."
+
+"So you think to deceive! Bah! I am too old a bird for that, or to pay
+heed to such airs. I have seen girls before, and a mood does not
+frighten me. But listen now--keep away from De Artigny unless you seek
+trouble."
+
+"What mean you by that threat?"
+
+"You will learn to your sorrow; the way we travel is long, and I am
+woodsman as well as soldier. You will do well to heed my words."
+
+I released my arm, but did not move. My only feeling toward him at
+that moment was one of disgust, defiance. The threat in his eyes, the
+cool insolence of his speech, set my blood on fire.
+
+"Monsieur," I said coldly, although every nerve of my body throbbed,
+"you may know girls, but you deal now with a woman. Your speech, your
+insinuation is insult. I disliked you before; now I despise you, yet I
+will say this in answer to what you have intimated. Monsieur de
+Artigny is nothing to me, save that he hath shown himself friend. You
+wrong him, even as you wrong me, in thinking otherwise, and whatever
+the cause of misunderstanding between us, there is no excuse for you
+to pick quarrel with him."
+
+"You appear greatly concerned over his safety."
+
+"Not at all; so far as I have ever heard the Sieur de Artigny has
+heretofore proven himself quite capable of sustaining his own part.
+'Tis more like I am concerned for you."
+
+"For me? You fool! Why, I was a swordsman when that lad was at his
+mother's knee." He laughed, but with ugly gleam of teeth. "_Sacre!_ I
+hate such play acting. But enough of quarrel now; there is sufficient
+time ahead to bring you to your senses, and a knowledge of who is your
+master. Hugo Chevet, come here."
+
+My uncle climbed the bank, his rifle in hand, with face still bloated,
+and red from the drink of the night before. Behind him appeared the
+slender black-robed figure of the Jesuit, his eyes eager with
+curiosity. It was sight of the latter which caused Cassion to moderate
+his tone of command.
+
+"You will go with Chevet," he said, pointing to the fire among the
+trees, "until I can talk to you alone."
+
+"A prisoner?"
+
+"No; a guest," sarcastically, "but do not overstep the courtesy."
+
+We left him in conversation with the _pere_, and I did not even glance
+back. Chevet breathed heavily, and I caught the mutter of his voice.
+"What meaneth all this chatter?" he asked gruffly. "Must you two
+quarrel so soon?"
+
+"Why not?" I retorted. "The man bears me no love; 'tis but gold he
+thinks about."
+
+"Gold!" he stopped, and slapped his thighs. "'Tis precious little of
+that he will ever see then."
+
+"And why not? Was not my father a land owner?"
+
+"Ay! till the King took it."
+
+"Then even you do not know the truth. I am glad to learn that, for I
+have dreamed that you sold me to this coxcomb for a share of the
+spoils."
+
+"What? a share of the spoils! Bah! I am no angel, girl, nor pretend to
+a virtue more than I possess. There is truth in the thought that I
+might benefit by your marriage to Monsieur Cassion, and, by my faith,
+I see no wrong in that. Have you not cost me heavily in these years?
+Why should I not seek for you a husband of worth in these colonies?
+Wherefore is that a crime? Were you my own daughter I could do no
+less, and this man is not ill to look upon, a fair-spoken gallant, a
+friend of La Barre's, chosen by him for special service--"
+
+"And with influence in the fur trade."
+
+"All the better that," he continued obstinately. "Why should a girl
+object if her husband be rich?"
+
+"But he is not rich," I said plainly, looking straight into his eyes.
+"He is no more than a penniless adventurer; an actor playing a part
+assigned him by the Governor; while you and I do the same. Listen,
+Monsieur Chevet, the property at St. Thomas is mine by legal right,
+and it was to gain possession that this wretch sought my hand."
+
+"Your legal right?"
+
+"Ay, restored by the King in special order."
+
+"It is not true; I had the records searched by a lawyer, Monsieur
+Gautier, of St. Anne."
+
+I gave a gesture of indignation.
+
+"A country advocate at whom those in authority would laugh. I tell you
+what I say is true; the land was restored, and the fact is known to La
+Barre and to Cassion. It is this fact which has caused all our
+troubles. I overheard talk last night between the Governor and his
+aide-de-camp, Colonel Delguard--you know him?"
+
+Chevet nodded, his interest stirred.
+
+"They thought themselves alone, and were laughing at the success of
+their trick. I was hidden behind the heavy curtains at the window, and
+every word they spoke reached my ears. Then they sent for Cassion."
+
+"But where is the paper?"
+
+"I did not learn; they have it hidden, no doubt, awaiting the proper
+time to produce it. But there is such a document: La Barre explained
+that clearly, and the reason why he wished Cassion to marry me. They
+were all three talking when an accident happened, which led to my
+discovery."
+
+"Ah! and so that was what hurried the wedding, and sent me on this
+wild wilderness chase. They would bury me in the woods--_sacre!_--"
+
+"Hush now--Cassion has left the canoe already, and we can talk of this
+later. Let us seem to suspect nothing."
+
+This was the first meal of many eaten together along the river bank in
+the course of our long journey, yet the recollection of that scene
+rises before my memory now with peculiar vividness. It was a bright,
+glorious morning, the arching sky blue overhead, and the air soft with
+early autumn. Our temporary camp was at the edge of a grove, and below
+us swept the broad river, a gleaming highway of silvery water without
+speck upon its surface. Except for our little party of voyagers no
+evidence of life was visible, not even a distant curl of smoke
+obscuring the horizon.
+
+Cassion had divided us into groups, and, from where I had found
+resting place, with a small flat rock for table, I was enabled to see
+the others scattered to the edge of the bank, and thus learned for the
+first time, the character of those with whom I was destined to
+companion on the long journey. There were but four of us in that first
+group, which included Pere Allouez, a silent man, fingering his cross,
+and barely touching food. His face under the black cowl was drawn, and
+creased by strange lines, and his eyes burned with fanaticism. If I
+had ever dreamed of him as one to whom I might turn for counsel, the
+thought instantly vanished as our glances met.
+
+A soldier and two Indians served us, while their companions, divided
+into two groups, were gathered at the other extremity of the ridge,
+the soldiers under discipline of their own under officers, and the
+Indians watched over by Sieur De Artigny, who rested, however,
+slightly apart, his gaze on the broad river. Never once while I
+observed did he turn and glance my way. I counted the men, as I
+endeavored to eat, scarcely heeding the few words exchanged by those
+about me. The Indians numbered ten, including their chief, whom
+Cassion called Altudah. Chevet named them as Algonquins from the
+Ottawa, treacherous rascals enough, yet with expert knowledge of water
+craft.
+
+Altudah was a tall savage, wrapped in gaudy blanket, his face rendered
+sinister and repulsive by a scar the full length of his cheek, yet he
+spoke French fairly well, and someone said that he had three times
+made journey to Mackinac, and knew the waterways. There were
+twenty-four soldiers, including a sergeant and corporal, of the
+Regiment of Picardy; active fellows enough, and accustomed to the
+frontier, although they gave small evidence of discipline, and their
+uniforms were in shocking condition. The sergeant was a heavily built,
+stocky man, but the others were rather undersized, and of little
+spirit. The same thought must have been in the minds of others, for
+the expression on Monsieur Cassion's face was not pleasant as he
+stared about.
+
+"Chevet," he exclaimed disgustedly "did ever you see a worse selection
+for wilderness travel than La Barre has given us? Cast your eyes down
+the line yonder; by my faith! there is not a real man among them."
+
+Chevet who had been growling to himself, with scarce a thought other
+than the food before him, lifted his eyes and looked.
+
+"Not so bad," he answered finally, the words rumbling in his throat.
+"Altudah is a good Indian, and has traveled with me before, and the
+sergeant yonder looks like a fighting man."
+
+"Ay, but the others?"
+
+"No worse than all the scum. De Baugis had no better with him, and La
+Salle led a gang of outcasts. With right leadership you can make them
+do men's work. 'Tis no kid-gloved job you have, Monsieur Cassion."
+
+The insulting indifference of the old fur trader's tone surprised the
+Commissaire, and he exhibited resentment.
+
+"You are overly free with your comments, Hugo Chevet. When I wish
+advice I will ask it."
+
+"And in the woods I do not always wait to be asked," returned the
+older man, lighting his pipe, and calmly puffing out the blue smoke.
+"Though it is likely enough you will be asking for it before you
+journey many leagues further."
+
+"You are under my orders."
+
+"So La Barre said, but the only duty he gave me was to watch over
+Adele here. He put no shackle on my tongue. You have chosen your
+course?"
+
+"Yes, up the Ottawa."
+
+"I supposed so, although that boy yonder could lead you a shorter
+passage."
+
+"How learned you that?"
+
+"By talking with him in Quebec. He even sketched me a map of the route
+he traveled with La Salle. You knew it not?"
+
+"'Twas of no moment, for my orders bid me go by St. Ignace. Yet it
+might be well to question him and the chief also." He turned to the
+nearest soldier. "Tell the Algonquin, Altudah, to come here, and Sieur
+de Artigny."
+
+They approached together, two specimens of the frontier as different
+as could be pictured, and stood silent, fronting Cassion who looked at
+them frowning, and in no pleasant humor. The eyes of the younger man
+sought my face for an instant, and the swift glance gave harsher note
+to the Commissaire's voice.
+
+"We will reload the canoes here for the long voyage," he said
+brusquely. "The sergeant will have charge of that, but both of you
+will be in the leading boat, and will keep well in advance of the
+others. Our course is by way of the Ottawa. You know that stream,
+Altudah?"
+
+The Indian bowed his head gravely, and extended one hand beneath the
+scarlet fold of his blanket.
+
+"Five time, Monsieur."
+
+"How far to the west, Chief?"
+
+"To place call Green Bay."
+
+Cassion turned his eyes on De Artigny, a slight sneer curling his
+lips.
+
+"And you?" he asked coldly.
+
+"But one journey, Monsieur, along the Ottawa and the lakes," was the
+quiet answer, "and that three years ago, yet I scarce think I would go
+astray. 'Tis not a course easily forgotten."
+
+"And beyond Green Bay?"
+
+"I have been to the mouth of the Great River."
+
+"You!" in surprise. "Were you of that party?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"And you actually reached the sea--the salt water?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Saint Anne! I never half believed the tale true, nor do I think
+overmuch of your word for it. But let that go. Chevet here tells me
+you know a shorter journey to the Illinois?"
+
+"Not by canoe, Monsieur. I followed Sieur de la Salle by forest trail
+to the Straits, and planned to return that way, but 'tis a foot
+journey."
+
+"Not fitted for such a party as this?"
+
+"Only as you trust to your rifles for food, bearing what packs we
+might on our backs. With the lady the trail is scarcely possible."
+
+"As to the lady I will make my own decision. Besides, our course is
+decided. We go to St. Ignace. What will be your course from Green
+Bay?"
+
+"Along the west shore, Monsieur; it is dangerous only by reason of
+storms."
+
+"And the distance?"
+
+"From St. Ignace?"
+
+"Ay! from St. Ignace! What distance lies between there and this Fort
+St. Louis, on the Illinois?"
+
+"'Twill be but a venture, Monsieur, but I think 'tis held at a hundred
+and fifty leagues."
+
+"Of wilderness?"
+
+"When I passed that way--yes; they tell me now the Jesuits have
+mission station at Green Bay, and there may be fur traders in Indian
+villages beyond."
+
+"No chance to procure supplies?"
+
+"Only scant rations of corn from the Indians."
+
+"Your report is in accordance with my instructions and maps, and no
+doubt is correct. That will be all. Take two more men in your boat,
+and depart at once. We shall follow immediately."
+
+As De Artigny turned away in obedience to these orders, his glance met
+mine, and seemed to question. Eager as I was to acquaint him with the
+true reason of my presence it was impossible. To have exhibited the
+slightest interest would only increase the enmity between the two men,
+and serve no good purpose. I did not even venture to gaze after him as
+he disappeared down the bank, feeling assured that Cassion's eyes were
+suspiciously watching me. My appearance of indifference must have been
+well assumed, for there was a sound of confidence in his voice as he
+bade us return to the canoes, and I even permitted him to assist me to
+my feet, and aid me in the descent to the shore.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+I DEFY CASSION
+
+
+Our progress was slow against the swift current of the St. Lawrence,
+and we kept close to the overhanging bank, following the guidance of
+the leading canoe. We were the second in line, and no longer
+over-crowded, so that I had ample room to rest at ease upon a pile of
+blankets, and gaze about me with interest on the changing scene.
+
+Cassion, encouraged possibly by my permitting his attendance down the
+bank, found seat near me, and endeavored to converse; but, although I
+tried to prove cordial, realizing now that to anger the man would only
+add to my perplexity, his inane remarks tried me so that I ceased
+reply, and we finally lapsed into silence. Chevet, who held the
+steering oar, asked him some questions, which led to a brisk argument,
+and I turned away my head, glad enough to escape, and be permitted the
+luxury of my own thoughts.
+
+How beautifully desolate it all was; with what fresh delight each
+new vista revealed itself. The wild life, the love of wilderness and
+solitude, was in my blood, and my nature responded to the charm
+of our surroundings. I was the daughter of one ever attracted by
+the frontier, and all my life had been passed amid primitive
+conditions--the wide out-of-doors was my home, and the lonely
+places called me. The broad, rapid sweep of the river up which we
+won our slow passage, the great beetling cliffs dark in shadows,
+and crowned by trees, the jutting rocks whitened by spray, the
+headlands cutting off all view ahead, then suddenly receding to
+permit of our circling on into the unknown--here extended a panorama
+of which I could never tire.
+
+My imagination swept ahead into the mystery which awaited us in that
+vast wilderness toward which we journeyed--the dangerous rivers, the
+portages, the swift rush of gleaming water, the black forests, the
+plains of waving grass, the Indian villages, and those immense lakes
+along whose shores we were destined to find way. All this possibility
+had come to me so unexpectedly, with such suddenness, that even yet I
+scarcely realized that my surroundings were real. They seemed more a
+dream than an actual fact, and I was compelled to concentrate my mind
+on those people about me before I could clearly comprehend the
+conditions under which I lived.
+
+Yet here was reality enough: the Indian paddlers, stripped to the
+waist, their bodies glistening, as with steady, tireless strokes, they
+forced our canoe forward, following relentlessly the wake of the
+speeding boat ahead; the little group of soldiers huddled in the bows,
+several sleeping already, the others amusing themselves with game of
+cards; while just in front of me sat the priest, his fingers clasping
+an open book, but his eyes on the river. The silhouette of his face,
+outlined beyond his black hood, seemed carved from stone, it was so
+expressionless and hard. There was something so sinister about it that
+I felt a chill run through me, and averted my eyes, only to encounter
+the glance of Cassion beside me, who smiled, and pointed out a huge
+terrace of rock which seemed a castle against the blue of the sky. I
+think he told me the fanciful name the earlier explorers had given the
+point, and related some legend with which it was connected, but my
+mind was not on his tale, and soon he ceased effort to entertain me,
+and his head nodded sleepily.
+
+I turned to glance back beyond the massive figure of Chevet at the
+steering oar, to gain glimpse of the canoes behind. The first was well
+up, so that even the faces of its occupants were revealed, but the
+second was but a black shapeless thing in the distance, a mere blotch
+upon the waters.
+
+Ahead of us, now sweeping around the point like a wild bird, amid a
+smother of spray, appeared the advance canoe. As it disappeared I
+could distinguish De Artigny at the stern, his coat off, his hands
+grasping a paddle. Above the point once more and in smoother water, I
+was aware that he turned and looked back, shading his eyes from the
+sun. I could not but wonder what he thought, what possible suspicion
+had come to him, regarding my presence in the company. There was no
+way in which he could have learned the truth, for there had been no
+communication between him and those who knew the facts.
+
+Never would he conceive so wild a thought as my marriage to Cassion.
+He might, indeed, believe that some strange, sudden necessity had
+compelled me to accompany them on this adventure, or he might suspect
+that I had deceived him, knowing all the time that I was to be of the
+party. I felt the shame of it bring the red blood into my cheeks, and
+my lips pressed together in firm resolve. I should tell him, tell him
+all; and he must judge my conduct from my own words, and not those of
+another. In some manner I must keep him away from Cassion--ay, and
+from Chevet--until opportunity came for me to first communicate with
+him.
+
+I was a woman, and some instinct of my nature told me that Sieur de
+Artigny held me in high esteem. And his was the disposition and the
+training to cause the striking of a blow first. That must not be, for
+now I was determined to unravel the cause for Cassion's eagerness to
+marry, and La Barre's willing assistance, and to accomplish this end
+there could be no quarreling between us.
+
+The weariness of the long night conquered even my brain, the steady
+splash of the paddles becoming a lullaby. Insensibly my head rested
+back against the pile of blankets, the glint of sunshine along the
+surface of the water vanished as my lashes fell, and, before I knew
+it, I slept soundly. I awoke with the sun in the western sky, so low
+down as to peep at me through the upper branches of trees lining the
+bank. Our surroundings had changed somewhat, the shores being no
+longer steep, and overhung with rocks, but only slightly uplifted, and
+covered with dense, dark woods, somber and silent. Their shadows
+nearly met in midstream, giving to the scene a look of desolation and
+gloom, the water sweeping on in sullen flow, without sparkle, or
+gaiety. Our boat clung close to the west shore, and I could look long
+distances through the aisles of trees into the silent gloom beyond.
+Not a leaf rustled, not a wild animal moved in the coverts. It was
+like an abode of death.
+
+And we moved so slowly, struggling upward against the current, for the
+Indians were resting, and the less expert hands of soldiers were
+wielding the paddles, urged on by Cassion, who had relieved Chevet at
+the steering oar. The harsh tones of his voice, and the heavy
+breathing of the laboring men alone broke the solemn stillness. I sat
+up, my body aching from the awkward position in which I lay, and
+endeavored to discern the other canoes.
+
+Behind us stretched a space of straight water, and one canoe was
+close, while the second was barely visible along a curve of the
+shore. Ahead, however, the river appeared vacant, the leading boat
+having vanished around a wooded bend. My eyes met those of Cassion,
+and the sight of him instantly restored me to a recollection of my
+plan--nothing could be gained by open warfare. I permitted my lips
+to smile, and noted instantly the change of expression in his face.
+
+"I have slept well, Monsieur," I said pleasantly, "for I was very
+tired."
+
+"'Tis the best way on a boat voyage," assuming his old manner, "but
+now the day is nearly done."
+
+"So late as that! You will make camp soon?"
+
+"If that be Cap Sante yonder, 'tis like we shall go ashore beyond. Ay!
+see the smoke spiral above the trees; a hundred rods more and we make
+the turn. The fellows will not be sorry, the way they ply the
+paddles." He leaned over and shook Chevet. "Time to rouse, Hugo, for
+we make camp. Bend to it, lads; there is food and a night's rest
+waiting you around yonder point. Dig deep, and send her along."
+
+As we skirted the extremity of shore I saw the opening in the woods,
+and the gleam of a cheerful fire amid green grass. The advance canoe
+swung half-hidden amid the overhanging roots of a huge pine tree, and
+the men were busily at work ashore. To the right they were already
+erecting a small tent, its yellow canvas showing plainly against the
+leafy background of the forest. As we circled the point closely,
+seeking the still water, we could perceive Altudah standing alone on a
+flat rock, his red blanket conspicuous as he pointed out the best
+place for landing. As we nosed into the bank, our sharp bow was
+grasped by waiting Indians and drawn safely ashore. I reached my feet,
+stiffened, and scarcely able to move my limbs, but determined to land
+without the aid of Cassion, whose passage forward was blocked by
+Chevet's huge bulk. As my weight rested on the edge of the canoe, De
+Artigny swung down from behind the chief, and extended his hand.
+
+"A slight spring," he said, "and you land with dry feet; good! now let
+me lift you--so."
+
+I had but the instant; I knew that, for I heard Cassion cry out
+something just behind me, and, surprised as I was by the sudden
+appearance of De Artigny, I yet realized the necessity for swift
+speech.
+
+"Monsieur," I whispered. "Do not talk, but listen. You would serve
+me?"
+
+"Ay!"
+
+"Then ask nothing, and above all do not quarrel with Cassion. I will
+tell you everything the moment I can see you safely alone. Until then
+do not seek me. I have your word?"
+
+He did not answer, for the Commissaire grasped my arm, and thrust
+himself in between us, his action so swift that the impact of his body
+thrust De Artigny back a step. I saw the hand of the younger man close
+on the knife hilt at his belt, but was quick enough to avert the hot
+words burning his lips.
+
+"A bit rough, Monsieur Cassion," I cried laughing merrily, even as I
+released my arm. "Why so much haste? I was near falling, and it was
+but courtesy which led the Sieur de Artigny to extend me his hand. It
+does not please me for you to be ever seeking a quarrel."
+
+There must have been that in my face which cooled him, for his hand
+fell, and his thin lips curled into sarcastic smile.
+
+"If I seemed hasty," he exclaimed, "it was more because I was blocked
+by that boor of a Chevet yonder, and it angered me to have this young
+gamecock ever at hand to push in. What think you you were employed
+for, fellow--an esquire of dames? Was there not work enough in the
+camp yonder, that you must be testing your fancy graces every time a
+boat lands?"
+
+There was no mild look in De Artigny's eyes as he fronted him, yet he
+held his temper, recalling my plea no doubt, and I hastened to step
+between, and furnish him excuse for silence.
+
+"Surely you do wrong to blame the young man, Monsieur, as but for his
+aid I would have slipped yonder. There is no cause for hard words, nor
+do I thank you for making me a subject of quarrel. Is it my tent they
+erect yonder?"
+
+"Ay," there was little graciousness to the tone, for the man had the
+nature of a bully. "'Twas my thought that it be brought for your use;
+and if Monsieur de Artigny will consent to stand aside, it will give
+me pleasure to escort you thither."
+
+The younger man's eyes glanced from the other's face into mine, as
+though seeking reassurance. His hat was instantly in his hand, and he
+stepped backward, bowing low.
+
+"The wish of the lady is sufficient," he said quietly, and then stood
+again erect, facing Cassion. "Yet," he added slowly, "I would remind
+Monsieur that while I serve him as a guide, it is as a volunteer, and
+I am also an officer of France."
+
+"Of France? Pah! of the renegade La Salle."
+
+"France has no more loyal servant, Monsieur Cassion in all this
+western land--nor is he renegade, for he holds the Illinois at the
+King's command."
+
+"Held it--yes; under Frontenac, but not now."
+
+"We will not quarrel over words, yet not even in Quebec was it claimed
+that higher authority than La Barre's had led to recall. Louis had
+never interfered, and it is De Tonty, and not De Baugis who is in
+command at St. Louis by royal order. My right to respect of rank is
+clearer than your own, Monsieur, so I beg you curb your temper."
+
+"You threaten me?"
+
+"No; we who live in the wilderness do not talk, we act. I obey your
+orders, do your will, on this expedition, but as a man, not a slave.
+In all else we stand equal, and I accept insult from no living man.
+'Tis well that you know this, Monsieur."
+
+The hat was back upon his head, and he had turned away before Cassion
+found answering speech. It was a jaunty, careless figure, disappearing
+amid the trees, the very swing of his shoulders a challenge, nor did
+he so much as glance about to mark the effect of his insolent words.
+For the instant I believed Cassion's first thought was murder, for he
+gripped a pistol in his hand, and flung one foot forward, an oath
+sputtering between his lips. Yet the arrant coward in him conquered
+even that mad outburst of passion, and before I could grasp his arm in
+restraint, the impulse had passed, and he was staring after the slowly
+receding figure of De Artigny, his fingers nerveless.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_--no! I'll show the pup who is the master," he muttered.
+"Let him disobey once, and I'll stretch his dainty form as I would an
+Indian cur."
+
+"Monsieur," I said, drawing his attention to my presence. "'Tis of no
+interest to me your silly quarrel with Sieur de Artigny. I am weary
+with the boat journey, and would rest until food is served."
+
+"But you heard the young cockerel! What he dared say to me?"
+
+"Surely; and were his words true?"
+
+"True! what mean you? That he would resist my authority?"
+
+"That he held commission from the King, while your only authority was
+by word of the Governor? Was it not by Royal Orders that La Salle was
+relieved of command?"
+
+Cassion's face exhibited embarrassment, yet he managed to laugh.
+
+"A mere boast the boy made, yet with a grain of truth to bolster it.
+La Barre acted with authority, but there has not been time for his
+report to be passed upon by Louis. No doubt 'tis now upon the sea."
+
+"And now for this reason to lay his cause before the King, the Sieur
+de la Salle, sailed for France."
+
+"Yes, but too late; already confirmation of La Barre's act is en route
+to New France. The crowing cockerel yonder will lose his spurs. But
+come, 'tis useless to stand here discussing this affair. Let me show
+you how well your comfort has been attended to."
+
+I walked beside him among the trees, and across the patch of grass to
+where the tent stood against a background of rock. The Indians and
+soldiers in separate groups were busied about their fires, and I could
+distinguish the chief, with Chevet, still beside the canoes, engaged
+in making them secure for the night. The evening shadows were
+thickening about us, and the gloom of the woods extended already
+across the river to the opposite shore.
+
+De Artigny had disappeared, although I glanced about in search for
+him, as Cassion drew aside the tent flap, and peered within. He
+appeared pleased at the way in which his orders had been executed.
+
+"'Tis very neat, indeed, Monsieur," I said pleasantly, glancing
+inside. "I owe you my thanks."
+
+"'Twas brought for my own use," he confessed, encouraged by my
+graciousness, "for as you know, I had no previous warning that you
+were to be of our party. Please step within."
+
+I did so, yet turned instantly to prevent his following me. Already I
+had determined on my course of action, and now the time had come for
+me to speak him clearly; yet now that I had definite purpose in view
+it was no part of my game to anger the man.
+
+"Monsieur," I said soberly. "I must beg your mercy. I am but a girl,
+and alone. It is true I am your wife by law, but the change has come
+so suddenly that I am yet dazed. Surely you cannot wish to take
+advantage, or make claim upon me, until I can bid you welcome. I
+appeal to you as a gentleman."
+
+He stared into my face, scarcely comprehending all my meaning.
+
+"You would bar me without? You forbid me entrance?"
+
+"Would you seek to enter against my wish?"
+
+"But you are my wife; that you will not deny! What will be said,
+thought, if I seek rest elsewhere?"
+
+"Monsieur, save for Hugo Chevet, none in this company know the story
+of that marriage, or why I am here. What I ask brings no stain upon
+you. 'Tis not that I so dislike you, Monsieur, but I am the daughter
+of Pierre la Chesnayne, and 'tis not in my blood to yield to force. It
+will be best to yield me respect and consideration."
+
+"You threatened me yonder--before La Barre."
+
+"I spoke wildly, in anger. That passion has passed--now I appeal to
+your manhood."
+
+He glanced about, to assure himself we were alone.
+
+"You are a sly wench," he said, laughing unpleasantly, "but it may be
+best that I give you your own way for this once. There is time enough
+in which to teach you my power. And so you shut the tent to me, fair
+lady, in spite of your pledge to Holy Church. Ah, well! there are
+nights a plenty between here and St. Ignace, and you will become
+lonely enough in the wilderness to welcome me. One kiss, and I leave
+you."
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+His eyes were ugly.
+
+"You refuse that! _Mon Dieu!_ Do you think I play? I will have the
+kiss--or more."
+
+Furious as the man was I felt no fear of him, merely an intense
+disgust that his hands should touch me, an indignation that he should
+offer me such insult. He must have read all this in my eyes, for he
+made but the one move, and I flung his hand aside as easily as though
+it had been that of a child. I was angry, so that my lips trembled,
+and my face grew white, yet it was not the anger that stormed.
+
+"Enough, Monsieur--go!" I said, and pointed to where the fires
+reddened the darkness. "Do not dare speak to me again this night."
+
+An instant he hesitated, trying to muster courage, but the bully in
+him failed, and with an oath, he turned away, and vanished. It was
+nearly dark then, and I sat down on a blanket at the entrance, and
+waited, watching the figures between me and the river. I did not think
+he would come again, but I did not know; it would be safer if I could
+have word with Chevet. A soldier brought me food, and when he returned
+for the tins I made him promise to seek my uncle, and send him to me.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+THE FLAMES OF JEALOUSY
+
+
+My only faith in Hugo Chevet rested in his natural resentment of
+Cassion's treachery relative to my father's fortune. He would feel
+that he had been cheated, deceived, deprived of his rightful share of
+the spoils.
+
+The man cared nothing for me, as had already been plainly demonstrated,
+yet, but for this conspiracy of La Barre and his Commissaire, it would
+have been his privilege to have handled whatever property Pierre la
+Chesnayne left at time of his death. He would have been the legal
+guardian of an heiress, instead of the provider for an unwelcomed
+child of poverty.
+
+He had been tricked into marrying me to Cassion, feeling that he had
+thus rid himself of an incumbrance, and at the same time gained a
+friend and ally at court, and now discovered that by that act he had
+alienated himself from all chance of ever controlling my inheritance.
+The knowledge that he had thus been outwitted would rankle in the
+man's brain, and he was one to seek revenge. It was actuated by this
+thought that I had sent for him, feeling that perhaps at last we had a
+common cause.
+
+Whether, or not, Cassion would take my dismissal as final I could not
+feel assured. No doubt he would believe my decision the outburst of a
+woman's mood, which he had best honor, but in full faith that a few
+days would bring to me a change of mind. The man was too pronounced an
+egotist to ever confess that he could fail in winning the heart of any
+girl whom he condescended to honor, and the very injury which my
+repulse had given to his pride would tend to increase his desire to
+possess me.
+
+However little he had cared before in reality, now his interest would
+be aroused, and I would seem to him worthy of conquest. He would never
+stop after what had occurred between us until he had exhausted every
+power he possessed. Yet I saw nothing more of him that night, although
+I sat just within the flap of the tent watching the camp between me
+and the river. Shadowing figures glided about, revealed dimly by the
+fires, but none of these did I recognize as the Commissaire, nor did I
+hear his voice.
+
+I had been alone for an hour, already convinced that the soldier had
+failed to deliver my message, when my Uncle Chevet finally emerged
+from the shadows, and announced his presence. He appeared a huge,
+shapeless figure, his very massiveness yielding me a feeling of
+protection, and I arose, and joined him. His greeting proved the
+unhappiness of his mind.
+
+"So you sent for me--why? What has happened between you and Cassion?"
+
+"No more than occurred between us yonder in Quebec, when I informed
+him that I was his wife in name only," I answered quietly. "Do you
+blame me now that you understand his purpose in this marriage?"
+
+"But I don't understand. You have but aroused my suspicion. Tell me
+all, and if the man is a villain he shall make answer to me."
+
+"Ay, if you imagine you have been outplayed in the game, although
+it is little enough you would care otherwise. Let there be no
+misunderstanding between us, Monsieur. You sold me to Francois
+Cassion because you expected to profit through his influence with La
+Barre. Now you learn otherwise, and the discovery has angered you.
+For the time being you are on my side--but for how long?"
+
+He stared at me, his slow wits scarcely translating my words.
+Seemingly the man had but one idea in his thick head.
+
+"How know you the truth of all you have said?" he asked. "Where
+learned you of this wealth?"
+
+"By overhearing conversation while hidden behind the curtain in La
+Barre's office. He spoke freely with his aide, and later with Cassion.
+It was my discovery there which led to the forced marriage, and our
+being sent with this expedition."
+
+"You heard alone?"
+
+"So they thought, and naturally believed marriage would prevent my
+ever bearing witness against them. But I was not alone."
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ Another heard?"
+
+"Yes, the Sieur de Artigny."
+
+Chevet grasped my arm, and in the glare of the fire I could see his
+excitement pictured in his face.
+
+"Who? That lad? You were in hiding there together? And did he realize
+what was said?"
+
+"That I do not know," I answered, "for we have exchanged no word
+since. When my presence was discovered, De Artigny escaped unseen
+through the open window. I need to meet him again that these matters
+may be explained, and that I may learn just what he overheard. It was
+to enlist your aid that I sent for you."
+
+"To bring the lad here?"
+
+"No; that could not be done without arousing the suspicion of Cassion.
+The two are already on the verge of quarrel. You must find some way of
+drawing the Commissaire aside--not tonight, for there is plenty of
+time before us, and I am sure we are being watched now--and that will
+afford me opportunity."
+
+"But why may I not speak him?"
+
+"You!" I laughed. "He would be likely to talk with you. A sweet
+message you sent him in Quebec."
+
+"I was drunk, and Cassion asked it of me."
+
+"I thought as much; the coward makes you pull his chestnuts from the
+fire. Do you give me the pledge?"
+
+"Ay! although 'tis not my way to play sweet, when I should enjoy to
+wring the fellow's neck. What was it La Barre said?"
+
+I hesitated a moment, doubting how much I had better tell, yet decided
+it would be best to intrust him with the facts, and some knowledge of
+what I proposed to do.
+
+"That just before he died my father's property was restored to him by
+the King, but the Royal order was never recorded. It exists, but where
+I do not know, nor do I know as yet for what purpose it was concealed.
+My marriage to Cassion must have been an afterthought, for he is but a
+creature of La Barre's. It is through him the greater villains seek
+control; but, no doubt, he was a willing tool enough, and expects his
+share."
+
+"Why not let me choke the truth out of him then? Bah! it would be
+easy."
+
+"For two reasons," I said earnestly. "First, I doubt if he knows the
+true conspiracy, or can lay hands on the King's restoration. Without
+that we have no proof of fraud. And second, coward though he may be,
+his very fear might yield him courage. No, Uncle Chevet, we must wait,
+and learn these facts through other means than force. 'Tis back in
+Quebec, not in this wilderness, we will find the needed proofs. What I
+ask of you is, pretend to know nothing; do not permit Cassion to
+suspicion that I have confided in you. We must encourage him to talk
+by saying nothing which will put him on guard."
+
+"But he is already aware that you have learned the truth."
+
+"Of that I am not certain. It was the conversation between La Barre
+and Colonel Delguard which gave me the real cue. Of this Cassion may
+not have heard, as he entered the room later. I intended to proceed on
+that theory, and win his confidence, if possible. There is a long,
+tiresome journey before us, and much may be accomplished before we
+return."
+
+Chevet stood silent, his slow mind struggling with the possibilities
+of my plan. I could realize the amazement with which he comprehended
+this cool proposition. He, who had considered me a thoughtless girl,
+incapable of serious planning, was suddenly forced to realize that a
+woman confronted him, with a will and mind of her own. It was almost a
+miracle, and he failed to entirely grasp the change which had occurred
+in my character. He stared at me with dull eyes, like those of an ox,
+his lips parted as he sought expression.
+
+"You--you will try, as his wife, to win confession?" he asked finally,
+grasping vaguely the one thought occurring to him.
+
+"No; there is a better way. I despise the man; I cannot bear that he
+touch me. More than that, if I read him aright, once I yield and
+confess myself his property, he will lose all interest in my
+possession. He is a lady killer; 'tis his boast. The man has never
+been in love with me; it was not love, but a desire to possess my
+fortune, which led to his proposal of marriage. Now I shall make him
+love me."
+
+"You! _Mon Dieu!_ how?"
+
+"By refusing him, tantalizing him, arousing a desire which I will
+not gratify. Already his thought of me has changed. Last night in
+Quebec he was surprised, and aroused to new interest in me as a
+woman. He considered me before as a helpless girl, with no will, no
+character--the sort with which he had had his way all through life.
+He thought I would fall in his arms, and confess him master. The
+words I spoke to La Barre shocked and startled him out of his self
+complacency. Nor was that all--even before then he had begun to
+suspicion my relations with Sieur de Artigny.
+
+"It was at his suggestion, you say, that you sent that young man your
+message of warning to keep away from me. Good! the poison is already
+working, and I mean it shall. Two hours ago, when we landed here, the
+two men were on verge of quarrel, and blows would have been struck but
+that I intervened. He is finding me not so easy to control, and later
+still the mighty Commissaire met with a rebuff which rankles."
+
+I laughed at the remembrance, satisfied now as I placed the situation
+in words, that my plans were working well. Chevet stood silent, his
+mouth agape, struggling to follow my swift speech.
+
+"Do you see now what I mean to do?" I asked gravely. "We shall be
+alone in the wilderness for months to come. I will be the one woman;
+perchance the only white woman into whose face he will look until we
+return to Quebec. I am not vain, yet I am not altogether ill to look
+upon, nor shall I permit the hardships of this journey to affect my
+attractiveness. I shall fight him with his own weapons, and win. He
+will beg, and threaten me, and I shall laugh. He will love me, and I
+shall mock. There will be jealousy between him and De Artigny, and to
+win my favor he will confess all that he knows. Tonight he sulks
+somewhere yonder, already beginning to doubt his power to control
+me."
+
+"You have quarreled?"
+
+"No--only that I asserted independence. He would have entered this
+tent as my husband, and I forbade his doing so. He stormed and
+threatened, but dare not venture further. He knows me now as other
+than a weak girl, but my next lesson must be a more severe one. 'Tis
+partly to prepare that I sent for you; I ask the loan of a pistol--the
+smaller one, to be concealed in my dress."
+
+"You would kill the man?"
+
+"Pooh! small danger of that. You may draw the charge if you will. For
+him to know that I possess the weapon will protect me. You do not
+grasp my plan?"
+
+He shook his head gloomily, as though it was all a deep puzzle to his
+mind, yet his great hand held forth the pistol, the short barrel of
+which gleamed wickedly in the fire glow, as I thrust it out of sight.
+
+"'Tis not the way I front enemies," he growled stubbornly, "and I make
+little of it. _Mon Dieu!_ I make them talk with these hands."
+
+"But my weapons are those of a woman," I explained, "and I will learn
+more than you would with your brute strength. All I ask of you now,
+Uncle Chevet, is that you keep on friendly terms with Monsieur
+Cassion, yet repeat nothing to him of what I have said, and gain me
+opportunity for speech alone with Sieur de Artigny."
+
+"Ah! perhaps I perceive--you love the young man?"
+
+I grasped his sleeve in my fingers, determined to make this point at
+least clear to his understanding. His blunt words had set my pulses
+throbbing, yet it was resentment, indignation, I felt in strongest
+measure.
+
+"Mother of God, no! I have spoken with him but three times since we
+were children. He is merely a friend to be trusted, and he must be
+made to know my purpose. It will be joy to him to thus affront
+Cassion, for there is no love lost between them. You understand now?"
+
+He growled something indistinctly in his beard, which I interpreted as
+assent, but I watched his great form disappear in the direction of the
+fire, my own mind far from satisfied; the man was so lacking in brains
+as to be a poor ally, and so obstinate of nature as to make it
+doubtful if he would long conform to my leadership. Still it was
+surely better to confide in him to the extent I had than permit him to
+rage about blindly, and in open hostility to Cassion.
+
+I seated myself just within the tent, my eyes on the scene as revealed
+in the fire-glow, and reflected again over the details of my hastily
+born plan. The possibility of the Commissaire's return did not greatly
+trouble me, my confidence fortified by the pistol concealed in my
+waist. No doubt he was already asleep yonder in the shadows, but this
+night was only the beginning. The opposition he had met would prove a
+spur to endeavor, and the desire to win me a stronger incentive than
+ever. He may have been indifferent, careless before--deeming me easy
+prey--but from now on I meant to lead him a merry chase.
+
+I cannot recall any feeling of regret, any conception of evil, as my
+mind settled upon this course of action. There was no reason why I
+should spare him. He had deliberately lied, and deceived me. His
+marriage to me was an act of treachery; the only intent to rob me of
+my just inheritance. There seemed to me no other way left in which I
+could hope to overcome his power. I was a woman, and must fight with
+the weapons of my sex; mine was the strength of the weak.
+
+How dark and still it was, for the fires had died down into beds of
+red ash, and only the stars glimmered along the surface of the river.
+The only movement I could perceive was the dim outline of a man's
+figure moving about near the canoes--a watchman on guard, but whether
+red or white I could not determine. It was already late, well into the
+night, and the forest about us was black and still. Slowly my head
+sank to the blanket, and I slept.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+WE ATTAIN THE OTTAWA
+
+
+It was not yet dawn when the stir in the camp aroused me, and the sun
+had not risen above the bluffs, or begun to tinge the river, when our
+laden canoes left the bank and commenced their day's journey up
+stream. De Artigny was off in advance, departing indeed before I had
+left the tent, the chief seated beside him. I caught but a glimpse of
+them as the canoe rounded the bend in the bank, and slipped silently
+away through the lingering shadows, yet it gladdened me to know his
+eyes were turned toward my tent until they vanished.
+
+Cassion approached me with excessive politeness, waiting until the
+last moment, and escorting me to the shore. It made me smile to
+observe his pretense at gallantry, yet I accepted his assistance down
+the bank with all possible graciousness, speaking to him so pleasantly
+as to bring a look of surprise to his face. 'Twas plain to be seen
+that my conduct puzzled him, for although he sought to appear at ease,
+his words faltered sadly. He, who had so long considered himself as
+past master of the art of love-making had most unexpectedly
+encountered a character which he could not comprehend.
+
+However, that his purpose was in no way changed was made evident as we
+took our places in the canoes. A new distribution had been arranged,
+Chevet accompanying the sergeant, leaving the Commissaire and me
+alone, except for the _pere_, who had position in the bow. I observed
+this new arrangement from underneath lowered lashes, but without
+comment, quietly taking the place assigned me, and shading my face
+from the first rays of the sun.
+
+The day which followed was but one of many we were destined to pass in
+the canoes. I have small recollection of it, except the weariness of
+my cramped position, and Cassion's efforts to entertain. Our course
+kept us close to the north shore, the high banks cutting off all view
+in that direction, while in the other there was nothing to see but an
+expanse of water.
+
+Except for a single canoe, laden with furs, and propelled by Indian
+paddlers, bound for Quebec and a market, we encountered no travelers.
+These swept past us swiftly in grip of the current, gesticulating, and
+exchanging salutations, and were soon out of sight. Our own boats
+scattered, as no danger held us together, and there were hours when we
+failed to have even a glimpse of their presence.
+
+At noon we landed in a sheltered cove, brilliant with wild flowers,
+and partook of food, the rearward canoes joining us, but De Artigny
+was still ahead, perhaps under orders to keep away. To escape Cassion,
+I clambered up the front of the cliff, and had view from the summit,
+marking the sweep of the river for many a league, a scene of wild
+beauty never to be forgotten. I lingered there at the edge until the
+voice of the Commissaire recalled me to my place in the canoe.
+
+It is of no consequence now what we conversed about during that long
+afternoon, as we pushed steadily on against the current. Cassion
+endeavored to be entertaining and I made every effort to encourage
+him, although my secret thoughts were not pleasant ones. Where was all
+this to lead? Where was to be the end? There was an expression in the
+man's face, a glow in his eyes, which troubled me. Already some
+instinct told me that his carelessness was a thing of the past. He was
+in earnest now, his vague desire stimulated by my antagonism.
+
+He had set out to overcome my scruples, to conquer my will, and was
+merely biding his time, seeking to learn the best point of attack. It
+was with this end in view that he kept me to himself, banishing
+Chevet, and compelling De Artigny to remain well in advance. He was
+testing me now by his tales of Quebec, his boasting of friendship with
+the Governor, his stories of army adventure, and the wealth he
+expected to amass through his official connections. Yet the very tone
+he assumed, the conceit shown in his narratives, only served to add to
+my dislike. This creature was my husband, yet I shrank from him, and
+once, when he dared to touch my hand, I drew it away as though it were
+contamination. It was then that hot anger leaped into his eyes, and
+his true nature found expression before he could restrain the words:
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ What do you mean, you chit?"
+
+"Only that I am not won by a few soft words, Monsieur," I answered
+coldly.
+
+"But you are my wife; 'twill be well for you to remember that."
+
+"Nor am I likely to forget, yet because a priest has mumbled words
+over us does not make me love you."
+
+"_Sacre!_" he burst forth, yet careful to keep his voice pitched to my
+ears alone, "you think me a plaything, but you shall learn yet that I
+have claws. Bah! do you imagine I fear the coxcomb ahead?"
+
+"To whom do you refer, Monsieur?"
+
+"Such innocence! to that boot-licker of La Salle's to whom you give
+your smiles, and pretty words."
+
+"Rene de Artigny!" I exclaimed pleasantly, and then laughed. "Why how
+ridiculous you are, Monsieur. Better be jealous of Pere Allouez
+yonder, for of him I see far the most. Why do you pick out De Artigny
+on whom to vent your anger?"
+
+"I like not the way he eyes you, nor your secret meetings with him in
+Quebec."
+
+"If he even sees me I know it not, and as for secret meetings, knew
+you not that Sister Celeste was with me while we talked."
+
+"Not in the Governor's palace."
+
+"You accuse me of that then," indignantly. "Because I am your wife,
+you can insult, yet it was your hand that drew aside the curtain, and
+found me alone. Do you hope to gain my respect by such base charges as
+that, Monsieur?"
+
+"Do you deny that he had been with you?"
+
+"I? Do I deny! It is not worthy my while. Why should I? We were not
+married then, nor like to be to my knowledge. Why, then, if I wished,
+was it not my privilege to speak with the Sieur de Artigny? I have
+found him a very pleasant, and polite young man."
+
+"A pauper, his only fortune the sword at his side."
+
+"Ah, I knew not even that he possessed one. Yet of what interest can
+all this be to me, Monsieur, now that I am married to you?"
+
+That my words brought him no comfort was plain enough to be seen, yet
+I doubt if it ever occurred to his mind that I simply made sport, and
+sought to anger him. It was on his mind to say more, yet he choked the
+words back, and sat there in moody silence, scarce glancing at me
+again during the long afternoon. But when we finally made landing for
+the night, it was plain to be seen that his vigilance was in no wise
+relaxed, for, although he avoided me himself, the watchful Jesuit was
+ever at my side, no doubt in obedience to his orders. This second
+camp, as I recall, was on the shore of Lake St. Peter, in a noble
+grove, the broad stretch of waters before us silvered by the sinking
+sun. My tent was pitched on a high knoll, and the scene outspread
+beneath was one of marvelous beauty. Even the austere pere was moved
+to admiration, as he pointed here and there, and conversed with me in
+his soft voice. Cassion kept to the men along the bank below, while
+Chevet lay motionless beside a fire, smoking steadily.
+
+I had no glimpse of De Artigny, although my eyes sought him among the
+others. The chief, Altudah, glided out from among the trees as it grew
+dusk, made some report, and as quickly disappeared again, leaving me
+to believe the advance party had made camp beyond the curve of the
+shore. The priest lingered, and we had our meal together, although it
+was not altogether to my liking. Once he endeavored to talk with me on
+the sacredness of marriage, the duty of a wife's obedience to her
+husband, the stock phrases rolling glibly from his tongue, but my
+answers gave him small comfort. That he had been so instructed by
+Cassion was in my mind, and he was sufficiently adroit to avoid
+antagonizing me by pressing the matter. As we were eating, a party of
+fur traders, bound east, came ashore in a small fleet of canoes, and
+joined the men below, building their fires slightly up stream. At last
+Pere Allouez left me alone, and descended to them, eager to learn the
+news from Montreal. Yet, although seemingly I was now left alone, I
+had no thought of adventuring in the darkness, as I felt convinced the
+watchful priest would never have deserted my side had he not known
+that other eyes were keeping vigil.
+
+From that moment I never felt myself alone or unobserved. Cassion in
+person did not make himself obnoxious, except that I was always seated
+beside him in the boat, subject to his conversation, and attentions.
+Ever I had the feeling the man was testing me, and venturing how far
+he dared to go. Not for a moment did I dare to lower my guard in his
+presence, and this constant strain of watchfulness left me nervous,
+and bitter of speech.
+
+In every respect I was a prisoner, and made to realize my helplessness.
+I know not what Cassion suspected, what scraps of information he may
+have gained from Chevet, but he watched me like a hawk. Never, I am
+sure, was I free of surveillance--in the boat under his own eye; ashore
+accompanied everywhere by Pere Allouez, except as I slept, and then
+even some unknown sentry kept watch of the tent in which I rested.
+However it was managed I know not, but my uncle never approached me
+alone, and only twice did I gain glimpse of Sieur de Artigny--once, when
+his canoe returned to warn us of dangerous water ahead, and once when
+he awaited us beside the landing at Montreal. Yet even these occasions
+yielded me new courage, for, as our eyes met I knew he was still my
+friend, waiting, as I was, the opportunity for a better understanding.
+This knowledge brought tears of gratitude to my eyes, and a thrill of
+hope to my heart. I was no longer utterly alone.
+
+We were three days at Montreal, the men busily engaged in adding to
+their store of provisions. I had scarcely a glimpse of the town, as I
+was given lodging in the convent close to the river bank, and the
+_pere_ was my constant companion during hours of daylight. I doubt if
+he enjoyed the task any more than I, but he proved faithful to his
+master, and I could never venture to move without his black robe at my
+side.
+
+Nor did I seek to avoid him, for my mind grasped the fact already that
+my only hope of final liberty lay in causing Cassion to believe I had
+quietly yielded to fate. Surely as we plunged deeper into the
+wilderness his suspicions would vanish, and his grim surveillance
+relax. I must patiently abide my time. So I sat with the sisters
+within the dull, gray walls, seemingly unconscious of the _pere's_
+eyes stealthily watching my every motion, as he pretended other
+employment.
+
+Cassion came twice, more to assure himself that I was safely held than
+for any other purpose, yet it pleased me to see his eyes follow my
+movements, and to realize the man had deeper interest in me than
+formerly. Chevet, no doubt, spent his time in the wine shops; at least
+I never either saw, or heard of him. Indeed I asked nothing as to his
+whereabouts, as I had decided already his assistance would be of no
+value.
+
+We departed at dawn, and the sun was scarce an hour high when the
+prows of our canoes turned into the Ottawa. Now we were indeed in the
+wilderness, fronting the vast unknown country of the West, with every
+league of travel leaving behind all trace of civilization. There was
+nothing before us save a few scattered missions, presided over by
+ragged priests, and an occasional fur trader's station, the
+headquarters of wandering _couriers du bois_. On every side were the
+vast prairies, and stormy lakes, roamed over by savage men and beasts
+through whom we must make our way in hardship, danger, and toil.
+
+Cassion spread out his rude map in the bottom of the canoe, and I had
+him point out the route we were to follow. It was a long, weary way he
+indicated, and, for the moment, my heart almost failed me, as we
+traced together the distance outlined, and pictured in imagination the
+many obstacles between us and our goal. Had I known the truth, all
+those leagues were destined to disclose of hardship and peril, I doubt
+my courage to have fronted them. But I did not know, nor could I
+perceive a way of escape. So I crushed back the tears dimming my eyes,
+smiled into his face, as he rolled up the map, and pretended to care
+not at all.
+
+When night came we were in the black woods, the silence about us
+almost unearthly, broken only by the dash of water over the rocks
+below where we were camped, promising a difficult portage on the
+morrow. Alone, oppressed by the silence, feeling my helplessness as
+perhaps I never had before, and the dread loneliness of the vast
+wilderness in which I lay, I tossed on my bed for hours, ere sheer
+exhaustion conquered, and I slept.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+I GAIN SPEECH WITH DE ARTIGNY
+
+
+Our progress up the Ottawa was so slow, so toilsome, the days such a
+routine of labor and hardship, the scenes along the shore so similar,
+that I lost all conception of time. Except for the Jesuit I had
+scarcely a companion, and there were days, I am sure, when we did not
+so much as exchange a word.
+
+The men had no rest from labor, even Cassion changing from boat to
+boat as necessity arose, urging them to renewed efforts. The water was
+low, the rapids more than usually dangerous, so that we were compelled
+to portage more often than usual. Once the leading canoe ventured to
+shoot a rapid not considered perilous, and had a great hole torn in
+its prow by a sharp rock. The men got ashore, saving the wreck, but
+lost their store of provisions, and we were a day there making the
+damaged canoe again serviceable.
+
+This delay gave me my only glimpse of De Artigny, still dripping from
+his involuntary bath, and so busily engaged at repairs, as to be
+scarcely conscious of my presence on the bank above him. Yet I can
+hardly say that, for once he glanced up, and our eyes met, and
+possibly he would have joined me, but for the sudden appearance of
+Cassion, who swore at the delay, and ordered me back to where the tent
+had been hastily erected. I noticed De Artigny straighten up, angered
+that Cassion dared speak to me so harshly, but I had no wish then to
+precipitate an open quarrel between the two men, and so departed
+quickly. Later, Father Allouez told me that in the overturning of the
+canoe the young Sieur had saved the life of the Algonquin Chief,
+bringing him ashore unconscious, helpless from a broken shoulder.
+
+This accident to Altudah led to the transferring of the injured Indian
+to our canoe, and caused Cassion to join De Artigny in advance. This
+change relieved me of the constant presence of the Commissaire, who
+wearied me with his ceaseless efforts to entertain, but rendered more
+difficult than ever my desire to speak privately with the younger man.
+The _pere_ evidently had commands to keep me ever in view, for he
+clung to me like a shadow, and scarcely for a moment did I feel myself
+alone, or unwatched.
+
+It was five days later, and in the heart of all that was desolate and
+drear, when this long sought opportunity came in most unexpected
+fashion. We had made camp early, because of rough water ahead, the
+passage of which it was not deemed best to attempt without careful
+exploration. So, while the three heavily laden canoes drew up against
+the bank, and prepared to spend the night, the leading canoe was
+stripped, and sent forward, manned only with the most expert of the
+Indian paddlers to make sure the perils of the current. From the low
+bank to which I had climbed I watched the preparations for the dash
+through those madly churning waters above. Cassion was issuing his
+orders loudly, but exhibited no inclination to accompany the party,
+and suddenly the frail craft shot out from the shore, with De Artigny
+at the steering paddle, and every Indian braced for his task, and
+headed boldly into the smother. They vanished as though swallowed by
+the mist, Cassion, and a half dozen soldiers racing along the shore
+line in an effort to keep abreast of the laboring craft.
+
+It was a wild, desolate spot in which we were, a mere rift in the
+bluffs, which seemed to overhang us, covered with a heavy growth of
+forest. The sun was still an hour high, although it was twilight
+already beside the river, when Cassion, and his men came straggling
+back, to report that the canoe had made safe passage, and, taking
+advantage of his good humor, I proposed a climb up an opening of the
+bluff, down which led a deer trail plainly discernible.
+
+"Not I," he said, casting a glance upward. "The run over the rocks
+will do me for exercise tonight."
+
+"Then will I assay it alone," I replied, not displeased at his
+refusal. "I am cramped from sitting in the canoe so long."
+
+"'Twill be a hard climb, and they tell me the _pere_ has strained a
+tendon of his leg coming ashore."
+
+"And what of that!" I burst forth, giving vent to my indignation. "Am
+I a ten-year-old to be guarded every step I take? 'Tis not far to the
+summit, and no danger. You can see yourself the trail is not steep.
+Faith! I will go now, just to show that I am at liberty."
+
+He laughed, an unpleasant sound to it, yet made no effort to halt me.
+'Tis probable he felt safe enough with De Artigny camped above the
+rapids, and he had learned already that my temper might become
+dangerous. Yet he stood and watched while I was half-way up before
+turning away, satisfied no doubt that I would make it safely. It was
+like a draught of wine to me to be alone again; I cannot describe the
+sense of freedom, and relief I felt when a spur of the cliff shut out
+all view of the scene below.
+
+The rude path I followed was narrow, but not steep enough to prove
+wearisome, and, as it led up through a crevice in the earth, finally
+emerged at the top of the bluff at a considerable distance above the
+camp I had left. Thick woods covered the crest, although there were
+open plains beyond, and I was obliged to advance to the very edge in
+order to gain glimpse of the river.
+
+Once there, however, with footing secure on a flat rock, the scene
+outspread was one of wild and fascinating beauty. Directly below me
+were the rapids, rock strewn, the white spray leaping high in air, the
+swift, green water swirling past in tremendous volume. It scarcely
+seemed as though boats could live in that smother, or find passage
+between those jutting rocks, yet as I gazed more closely, I could
+trace the channel close in against the opposite shore, and note where
+the swift current bore back across the river.
+
+Leaning far out, grasping a branch to keep from falling, I distinguished
+the canoe at the upper landing, and the Indians busily preparing
+camp. At first I saw nothing of any white man, but was gazing still
+when De Artigny emerged from some shadow, and stepped down beside the
+boat. I know not what instinct prompted him to turn and look up
+intently at the bluff towering above. I scarcely comprehended either
+what swift impulse led me to undo the neckerchief at my throat, and
+hold it forth in signal. An instant he stared upward, shading his
+eyes with one hand.
+
+I must have seemed a vision clinging there against the sky, yet all at
+once the truth burst upon him, and, with a wave of the arm, he sprang
+up the low bank, and joined his Indians. I could not hear what he
+said, but with a single word he left them, and disappeared among the
+trees at the foot of the bluff.
+
+I drew back, almost frightened, half inclined to flee before he could
+attain the summit. What could I say? How could I meet him? What if
+Cassion had followed me up the path, or had despatched one of his men
+to spy upon my movements? Ever since leaving Quebec my one hope had
+been this interview with De Artigny, yet now that it was imminent I
+shrank from it, in actual confusion, my heart fluttering, my mind
+blank, yet I was not a coward, and did not run, but waited, feeling my
+limbs tremble under me, and listening for the first sound of his
+approach.
+
+He must have scrambled straight up the steep face of the bluff, for it
+could have been scarcely more than a minute, when I heard him
+crunching a passage through the bushes, and then saw him emerge above
+the edge. Clinging to a tree limb, his eyes sought eagerly to locate
+me, and when I stepped forward, he sprang erect, and bowed, jerking
+his hat from his head. There was about his action the enthusiasm of a
+boy, and his face glowed with an eagerness and delight which instantly
+broke down every barrier between us.
+
+"You waved to me?" he exclaimed. "You wished me to come?"
+
+"Yes," I confessed, swept from my guard by his enthusiasm. "I have
+been anxious to confer with you, and this is my first opportunity."
+
+"Why I thought you avoided me," he burst forth. "It is because I felt
+so that I have kept away."
+
+"There was nothing else I could do but pretend," I exclaimed, gaining
+control over my voice as I spoke. "My every movement has been watched
+since we left Quebec; this is the first moment I have been left
+alone--if, indeed, I am now." And I glanced about doubtfully into the
+shadows of the forest.
+
+"You imagine you may have been followed here? By whom? Cassion?"
+
+"By himself, or some emissary. Pere Allouez has been my jailor, but
+chances to be disabled at present. The Commissaire permitted me to
+climb here alone, believing you to be safely camped above the rapids,
+yet his suspicions may easily revive."
+
+"His suspicions!" the Sieur laughed softly. "So that then is the
+trouble? It is to keep us apart that he bids me make separate camp
+each night; and assigns me to every post of peril. I feel the honor,
+Mademoiselle, yet why am I especially singled out for so great a
+distinction?"
+
+"He suspects us of being friends. He knew I conferred with you at the
+convent, and even believes that you were with me hidden behind the
+curtain in the Governor's office."
+
+"Yet if all that be true," he questioned, his voice evidencing his
+surprise. "Why should our friendship arouse his antagonism to such an
+extent? I cannot understand what crime I have committed, Mademoiselle.
+It is all mystery, even why you should be here with us on this long
+journey? Surely you had no such thought when we parted last?"
+
+"You do not know what has occurred?" I asked, in astonishment. "No one
+has told you?"
+
+"Told me! How? I have scarcely held speech with anyone but the
+Algonquin chief since we took to the water. Cassion has but given
+orders, and Chevet is mum as an oyster. I endeavored to find you in
+Montreal, but you were safely locked behind gray walls. That something
+was wrong I felt convinced, yet what it might be no one would tell me.
+I tried questioning the _pere_, but he only shook his head, and left
+me unanswered. Tell me then, Mademoiselle, by what right does this
+Cassion hold you as a captive?"
+
+My lips trembled, and my eyes fell, yet I must answer.
+
+"He is my husband, Monsieur."
+
+I caught glimpse of his face, picturing surprise, incredulity. He drew
+a sharp breath, and I noted his hand close tightly on the hilt of his
+knife.
+
+"Your husband! that cur! Surely you do not jest?"
+
+"Would that I did," I exclaimed, losing all control in sudden wave of
+anger. "No, Monsieur, it is true; but listen. I supposed you knew;
+that you had been told. It is hard for me to explain, yet I must make
+it all plain for you to understand. I do not love the man, his very
+presence maddens me, nor has the creature dared as yet to lay hand on
+my person. See; I carry this," and I drew the pistol from my dress,
+and held it in my hand. "Chevet loaned it me, and Cassion knows I
+would kill him if he ventured insult. Yet that serves me little, for
+my opposition only renders the man more determined. At Quebec I was
+but a plaything, but now he holds me worth the winning."
+
+"But why did you marry him, then?"
+
+"I am coming to that, Monsieur. You overheard what was said in La
+Barre's office about--about my father's property?"
+
+"Ay! although it was not all clear to me. Captain la Chesnayne had
+lost his estates, confiscated by the Crown; yet before his death these
+had been restored to him by the King."
+
+"Yes, but the report of the restoration had never been made to his
+rightful heirs. The papers had been held back and concealed, while
+those in authority planned how to retain possession. Cassion was
+chosen as an instrument, and sought my hand in marriage."
+
+De Artigny smothered an oath, his eyes darkening with anger.
+
+"It was to further this scheme that he induced Chevet to announce our
+engagement, and drive me to consent. Once my husband the fortune was
+securely in his hands--indeed, I need never know its existence; nor
+would Chevet suspicion the trick. Yet, as I see it now, La Barre had
+no great faith in the man he had chosen, and thought best to test him
+first by this journey to St. Louis. If he proved himself, then on his
+return, he was to have the reward of official position and wealth. I
+was but a pawn in the game, a plaything for their pleasure."
+
+My voice broke, and I could scarcely see through the tears in my eyes,
+but I felt his strong hand close over mine, the warm pressure an
+unspoken pledge.
+
+"The dogs! and then what happened?"
+
+"You know, already. I was discovered behind the curtain, when you
+escaped through the open window. They were not certain I was not alone
+there, as I claimed, but compelled me to confess what I had overheard.
+La Barre was quick to grasp the danger of discovery, and the only
+method by which my lips could be closed. By threat he compelled me to
+marry Francois Cassion, and accompany him on this journey into the
+wilderness."
+
+"The ceremony was performed by a priest?"
+
+"By Pere le Guard, the Governor's chaplain."
+
+"And Hugo Chevet, your uncle? Did he remain silent? make no protest?"
+
+I gave a gesture of despair.
+
+"He! Never did he even conceive what occurred, until I told him later
+on the river. Even now I doubt if his sluggish brain has grasped the
+truth. To him the alliance was an honor, an opening to possible wealth
+in the fur trade through Cassion's influence with La Barre. He could
+perceive nothing else except his good luck in thus ridding himself of
+the care of a poor niece who had been a sorry burden."
+
+"But you explained to him?"
+
+"I tried to, but only to regret the effort. Giant as he is physically,
+his intellect is that of a big boy. All he can conceive of is
+revenge--a desire to crush with his hands. He hates Cassion, because
+the man has robbed him of the use of my father's money; but for my
+position he cares nothing. To his mind the wrong has all been done to
+him, and I fear he will brood over it until he seeks revenge. If he
+does he will ruin everything."
+
+De Artigny stood silent, evidently in thought, endeavoring to grasp
+the threads of my tale.
+
+"How did you attain the summit of this bluff?" he questioned at last.
+
+"Yonder; there is a deer trail leading down."
+
+"And you fear Cassion may follow?"
+
+"He will likely become suspicious if I am long absent, and either seek
+me himself, or send one of his men. This is the first moment of
+freedom I have experienced since we left Quebec. I hardly know how to
+behave myself."
+
+"And we must guard it from being the last," he exclaimed, a note of
+determination, and leadership in his voice. "There are questions I
+must ask, so that we may work together in harmony, but Cassion can
+never be allowed to suspect that we have communication. Let us go
+forward to the end of the trail where you came up; from there we can
+keep watch below."
+
+He still grasped my hand, and I had no thought of withdrawing it. To
+me he was a friend, loyal, trustworthy, the one alone to whom I could
+confide. Together we clambered over the rough rocks to where the
+narrow cleft led downward.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+ON THE SUMMIT OF THE BLUFF
+
+
+Securely screened from observation by the low growing bushes clinging
+to the edge of the bluff, and yet with a clear view of the cleft in
+the rocks half way to the river, De Artigny found me a seat on a
+hummock of grass, but remained standing himself. The sun was sinking
+low, warning us that our time was short, for with the first coming of
+twilight I would certainly be sought, if I failed to return to the
+lower camp.
+
+For a moment he did not break the silence, and I glanced up, wondering
+why he should hesitate. His face was grave, no longer appearing, as
+was its wont, young and careless, but marked by thought and
+perplexity. Something strong and earnest in the character of the man,
+brought forth by this emergency, seemed to stamp itself on his
+features. If I had ever before imagined him to be a mere reckless
+youth, with that moment such conception vanished, and I knew I was to
+rely on the experience of a man--a man trained in a rough wilderness
+school, yet with mind and heart fitted to meet any emergency. The
+knowledge brought me boldness.
+
+"You would question me, Monsieur," I asked doubtfully. "It was for
+that you led me here?"
+
+"Yes," instantly aroused by my voice, but with eyes still scanning the
+trail. "And there is no time to waste, if I am to do my part
+intelligently. You must return below before the sun disappears, or
+Monsieur Cassion might suspect you had lost your way. You have sought
+me for assistance, counsel perhaps, but this state of affairs has so
+taken me by surprise that I do not think clearly. You have a plan?"
+
+"Scarcely that, Monsieur. I would ascertain the truth, and my only
+means of doing so is through a confession by Francois Cassion."
+
+"And he is too cold-blooded a villain to ever acknowledge guilt. To my
+mind the methods of Chevet would be most likely to bring result."
+
+"But not to mine, Monsieur," I interrupted earnestly. "The man is not
+so cold-blooded as you imagine. Arrogant he is, and conceited, deeming
+himself admired, and envied by all, especially my sex. He has even
+dared boast to me of his victims. But therein lies his very weakness;
+I would make him love me."
+
+He turned now, and looked searchingly into my face, no glimpse of a
+smile in the gray eyes.
+
+"Pardon; I do not understand," he said gravely. "You seek his love?"
+
+I felt his manner a rebuke, a questioning of my honesty, and swift
+indignation brought the answering words to my lips.
+
+"And why not pray! Must I not defend myself--and what other weapons
+are at hand? Do I owe him kindness; or tender consideration? The man
+married me as he would buy a slave."
+
+"You may be justified," he admitted regretfully. "Yet how is this to
+be done?"
+
+I arose to my feet, and stood before him, my face uplifted, and, with
+one hand, thrust aside the shade of my hat.
+
+"Monsieur, deem you that impossible?"
+
+His lips parted in a quick smile, revealing the white teeth, and he
+bowed low, flinging his hat to the ground, and standing bareheaded.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! No! Monsieur Cassion is to be congratulated. Yet it was
+my thought you said yonder that you despised the man."
+
+"I do; what reason have I to feel otherwise? Yet there lies my
+strength in this battle. He laughs at women, plays with them, breaks
+their hearts. It is his pride and boast, and his success in the past
+has ministered to his self conceit. He thought me of the same kind,
+but has already had his lesson. Do you not know what that means to a
+man like him? More than ever he will desire my favor. A week back, he
+cared nothing; I was but a plaything, awaiting his pleasure; his wife
+to be treated as he pleased. He knows better now, and already his eyes
+follow me as though he were my dog."
+
+"And that then is why you send for me--that I may play my part in the
+game?"
+
+I shrugged my shoulders, yet there was doubt in my eyes as I faced
+him.
+
+"Is there harm in such play, Monsieur," I asked innocently, "with so
+important an end in view? 'Tis not that I seek amusement, but I must
+find out where this King's pardon is hidden, who concealed it, and
+obtain proof of the fraud which compelled my marriage. My only hope of
+release lies in compelling Francois Cassion to confess all he knows of
+this foul conspiracy. I must possess the facts before we return to
+Quebec."
+
+"But of what use?" he insisted. "You will still remain his wife, and
+your property will be in his control. The church will hold you to the
+marriage contract."
+
+"Not if I can establish the truth that I was deceived, defrauded, and
+married by force. Once I have the proofs in my hands, I will appeal to
+Louis--to the Pope for relief. These men thought me a helpless girl,
+friendless and alone, ignorant of law, a mere waif of the frontier.
+Perhaps I was, but this experience has made of me a woman. In Montreal
+I talked with the Mother Superior, and she told me of a marriage in
+France where the _pere_ officiated under threat, and the Pope
+dissolved the ties. If it can be done for others, it shall be done for
+me. I will not remain the wife of Francois Cassion."
+
+"Yet you would make him love you?"
+
+"In punishment for his sins; in payment for those he has ruined. Ay!
+'tis a duty I shall not shrink from, Monsieur de Artigny, even
+although you may deem it unwomanly. I do not mean it so, nor hold
+myself immodest for the effort. Why should I? I but war against him
+with his own weapons, and my cause is just. And I shall win, whether
+or not you give me your aid. How can I fail, Monsieur? I am young, and
+not ill to look upon; this you have already confessed; here in this
+wilderness I am alone, the only woman. He holds me his wife by law,
+and yet knows he must still win me. There are months of loneliness
+before us, and he will not look upon the face of another white woman
+in all those leagues. Are there any French of my sex at Fort St.
+Louis?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Nor at St. Ignace, Pere Allouez assures me. I shall have no rival
+then in all this wilderness; you think me harmless, Monsieur? Look at
+me, and say!"
+
+"I do not need to look; you will have your game, I have no doubt,
+although the final result may not prove what you desire."
+
+"You fear the end?"
+
+"It may be so; you play with fire, and although I know little of
+women, yet I have felt the wild passions of men in lands where there
+is no restraint of law. The wilderness sees many tragedies--fierce,
+bitter, revengeful deeds--and 'tis best you use care. 'Tis my belief
+this Francois Cassion might prove a devil, once his heart was tricked.
+Have you thought of this?"
+
+I had thought of it, but with no mercy in my heart, yet as De Artigny
+spoke I felt the ugliness of my threat more acutely, and, for an
+instant, stood before him white-lipped, and ashamed. Then before me
+arose Cassion's face, sarcastic, supercilious, hateful, and I laughed
+in scorn of the warning.
+
+"Thought of it!" I exclaimed, "yes, but for that I care nothing. Why
+should I, Monsieur? Has the man shown mercy to me, that I should feel
+regret because he suffers? As to his revenge, death is not more to be
+dreaded than a lifetime passed in his presence. But why do you make
+plea on his behalf--the man is surely no friend of yours?"
+
+"I make no plea for him," he answered, strangely sober, "and claim no
+friendship. Any enemy to La Salle is an enemy to Rene de Artigny; but
+I would front him as a man should. It is not my nature to do a deed of
+treachery."
+
+"You hold this treachery?"
+
+"What else? You propose luring him to love you, that you may gain
+confession from his lips. To attain this end you barter your honesty,
+your womanhood; you take advantage of your beauty to enslave him; you
+count as ally the loneliness of the wilderness; ay! and, if I
+understand aright, you hope through me to awaken the man's jealousy.
+Is this not true?"
+
+I drew a quick breath, my eyes staring into his face, and my limbs
+trembling. His words cut me like a knife, yet I would not yield, would
+not even acknowledge their truth.
+
+"You are unjust, unfair," I burst forth impetuously. "You will see but
+the one side--that of the man. I cannot fight this battle with my
+hands, nor will I submit to such wrong without struggle. He has never
+thought to spare me, and there is no reason why I should show him
+mercy. I wish your good will, Monsieur, your respect, but I cannot
+hold this plan which I propose as evil. Do you?"
+
+He hesitated, looking at me with such perplexity in his eyes as to
+prove his doubt.
+
+"I cannot judge you," he admitted at last, "only that is not the way
+in which I have been trained. Neither will I stand between you and
+your revenge, nor have part in it. I am your friend--now, always. In
+every honorable way I will serve you, and your cause. If Cassion dares
+violence, or insult he must reckon with me, though I faced his whole
+company. I pledge you this, but I will not play a part, or act a lie
+even at your request."
+
+"You mean you will not pretend to care for me?" I asked, my heart
+leaden at his words.
+
+"There would be no pretense," he answered frankly. "I do care for you,
+but I will not dishonor my thought of you by thus deliberately
+scheming to outwit your husband. I am a man of the woods, the
+wilderness; not since I was a boy have I dwelt in civilization, but in
+all that time I have been companion of men to whom honor was
+everything. I have been comrade with Sieur de la Salle, with Henri de
+Tonty, and cannot be guilty of an act of treachery even for your sake.
+Perchance my code is not the same as the perfumed gallants of
+Quebec--yet it is mine, and learned in a hard school."
+
+He went on quietly, "there are two things I cannot ignore--one is,
+that I am an employee of this Francois Cassion, pledged to his service
+by my own free will; the other is, that you are his wife, joined to
+him by Holy Church, and although you may have assumed those vows under
+coercion, your promise is binding. I can but choose my path of duty,
+and abide therein."
+
+His words hurt, angered me; I lacked power of expression, ability to
+grasp his full meaning and purpose.
+
+"You--you desert me then? You--you leave me to this fate?"
+
+"I leave you to reconsider your choice of action," he returned
+gravely, his hat still in hand, his lips unsmiling. "I do believe your
+womanhood will find a better way to achieve its liberty, but what that
+way is I must trust you to discover. I am your friend, Adele,
+always--you will believe that?"
+
+I did not answer; I could not, because of the choking in my throat,
+yet I let him grasp my hand. Once I raised my eyes to his, but lowered
+them instantly in strange confusion. Here was a man I did not
+understand, whose real motives I could not fathom. His protest had not
+yet penetrated my soul, and I felt toward him, an odd mixture of
+respect and anger. He released my hand, and turned away, and I stood
+motionless as he crossed the open space between the trees. At the edge
+of the bluff he paused and glanced about, lifting his hat in gesture
+of farewell. I do not think I moved, or made response, and an instant
+later he was gone.
+
+I know not how long I stood there staring into vacancy, haunted by
+regret, tortured by fear and humiliation. Slowly all else crystallized
+into indignation, with a fierce resolve to fight on alone. The sun
+sank, and all about me clung the purple twilight, yet I did not move.
+He had been unjust, unfair; his simple code of the woods could not be
+made to apply to such a situation as this of mine.
+
+I had a right to use the weapons of womanhood in my own defense. Ay!
+and I would; and whether voluntary, or not this spotless knight of the
+wilderness should be my ally. Let him pretend to high virtue, yet
+surely under that outer armor of resolve there beat the heart of a
+man. He meant all he said; he was honest in it; not once did I doubt
+that, yet his apparent indifference, his seeming willingness to leave
+me to fate, and Cassion, was all assumed.
+
+That one glimpse I had into his eyes told me this in a sudden
+revelation stronger than any words. I smiled at the recollection, the
+sense of power reawakening in my heart. He did care--no less than I
+cared, and this knowledge gave me the weapon I needed, and the courage
+to use it.
+
+I heard no sound of warning, yet as I turned to retrace my way to the
+camp below, I became suddenly aware of the presence of Cassion.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+WE REACH THE LAKE
+
+
+He was between me and the deer trail, and enough of daylight yet
+remained to enable me to perceive the man clearly. How long he may
+have been there observing me I could not know, but when I first saw
+him he was bent forward, apparently deeply interested in some sudden
+discovery upon the ground at his feet.
+
+"You thought me long in returning, Monsieur?" I asked carelessly, and
+taking a step toward him. "It was cooler up here, and the view from
+the bluff yonder beautiful. You may gain some conception of it still,
+if you care."
+
+He lifted his head with a jerk, and stared into my face.
+
+"Ay! no doubt," he said harshly, "yet I hardly think it was the view
+which held you here so long. Whose boot print is this, Madame? not
+yours, surely."
+
+I glanced where he pointed, my heart leaping, yet not altogether with
+regret. The young Sieur had left his trail behind, and it would serve
+me whether by his will or no.
+
+"Certainly not mine," and I laughed. "I trust, Monsieur, your powers
+of observation are better than that--'tis hardly a compliment."
+
+"Nor is this time for any lightness of speech, my lady," he retorted,
+his anger fanned by my indifference. "Whose is it then, I ask you?
+What man has been your companion here?"
+
+"You jump at conclusions, Monsieur," I returned coldly. "The stray
+imprint of a man's boot on the turf is scarcely evidence that I have
+had a companion. Kindly stand aside, and permit me to descend."
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! I will not!" and he blocked my passage. "I have stood
+enough of your tantrums already in the boat. Now we are alone, and I
+will have my say. You shall remain here until I learn the truth."
+
+His rage rather amused me, and I felt not the slightest emotion of
+fear, although there was threat in his words, and in the gesture
+accompanying them. I do not think the smile even deserted my lips, as
+I sought a comfortable seat on a fallen tree trunk, fully conscious
+that nothing would so infuriate the man as studied indifference.
+
+"Very well, Monsieur, I await your investigation with pleasure," I
+said sweetly. "No doubt it will prove interesting. You honor me with
+the suspicion that I had an appointment here with one of your men?"
+
+"No matter what I suspicion."
+
+"Of course not; you treat me with marked consideration. Perchance
+others have camped here, and explored these bluffs."
+
+"The print is fresh, not ancient, and none of the men from my camp
+have come this way."
+
+He strode forward, across the narrow open space, and disappeared into
+the fringe of trees bordering the edge of the bluff. It would have
+been easy for me to depart, to escape to the security of the tent
+below, but curiosity held me motionless. I knew what he would
+discover, and preferred to face the consequences where I was free to
+answer him face to face. I wished him to be suspicious, to feel that
+he had a rival; I would fan his jealousy to the very danger point. Nor
+had I long to wait. Forth from the shade of the trees he burst, and
+came toward me, his face white, his eyes blazing.
+
+"Tis the fellow I thought," he burst forth, "and he went down the face
+of the bluff yonder. So you dared to have tryst with him?"
+
+"With whom, Monsieur?"
+
+"De Artigny, the young fool! Do you think me blind? Did I not know you
+were together in Quebec? What are you laughing at?"
+
+"I was not laughing, Monsieur. Your ridiculous charge does not amuse
+me. I am a woman; you insult me; I am your wife; you charge me with
+indiscretion. If you think to win me with such cowardly insinuations
+you know little of my nature. I will not talk with you, nor discuss
+the matter. I return to the camp."
+
+His hands clinched as though he had the throat of an enemy between
+them, but angry as he was, some vague doubt restrained him.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! I'll fight the dog!"
+
+"De Artigny, you mean? Tis his trade, I hear, and he is good at it."
+
+"Bah! a bungler of the woods. I doubt if he ever crossed blades with a
+swordsman. But mark you this, Madame, the lad feels my steel if ever
+you so much as speak to him again."
+
+There was contempt in my eyes, nor did I strive to disguise it.
+
+"Am I your wife, Monsieur, or your slave?"
+
+"My wife, and I know how to hold you! _Mon Dieu_! but you shall learn
+that lesson. I was a fool to ever give the brat place in the boats. La
+Barre warned me that he would make trouble. Now I tell you what will
+occur if you play false with me."
+
+"You may spare your threats--they weigh nothing. The Sieur de Artigny
+is my friend, and I shall address him when it pleases me. With
+whatever quarrel may arise between you I have no interest. Let that
+suffice, and now I bid you good night, Monsieur."
+
+He made no effort to halt me, nor to follow, and I made my way down
+the darkening path, without so much as turning my head to observe his
+movements. It was almost like a play to me, and I was reckless of the
+consequences, intent only on my purpose.
+
+I was awake a long time, lying alone on my blankets within the silent
+tent, and staring out at the darkness. I saw Cassion descend the deer
+path, perhaps an hour after I left him, and go on to the main camp
+below. He made no pause as he passed, yet walked slowly as though in
+thought. Where he went I could not determine in the gloom, yet was
+convinced he had no purpose then of seeking De Artigny or of putting
+his threat into immediate action. In all probability he believed that
+his words would render me cautious, in spite of my defiant response,
+and that I would avoid creating trouble by keeping away from the
+younger man. He was no brawler, except as he felt safe, and this young
+frontiersman was hardly the antagonist he would choose. It would be
+more apt to be a blow in the dark, or an overturned canoe.
+
+I cannot recall now that I experienced any regret for what had
+occurred. Perhaps I might if I had known the end, yet I felt perfectly
+justified in all my actions. I had done no conscious wrong, and was
+only seeking that which was mine by every standard of justice. I knew
+I despised Cassion, while my feeling's toward De Artigny were so
+confused, and indefinite as to be a continual puzzle. I knew nothing
+of what love was--I was merely aware that the man interested me, and
+that I felt confidence in him. I recalled his words, the expression of
+his face, and felt the sharp sting of his rebuke, yet all was
+strangely softened by the message I had read in his eyes.
+
+He had not approved of my course, yet in his heart had not blamed; he
+would not lend himself to my purpose, yet remained no less loyal to
+me. I could ask no more. Indeed, I had no wish to precipitate an open
+quarrel between the two men. However it ended, such an occurrence
+would serve me ill, and all that my plan contemplated was that they
+should distrust each other, and thus permit me to play the one against
+the other, until I won my game. I felt no fear of the result, no doubt
+of my ability to manipulate the strings adroitly enough to achieve the
+end sought.
+
+The one point I ignored was the primitive passions of men. These were
+beyond my control; were already beyond, although I knew it not. Fires
+were smouldering in hearts which out yonder in the dark woods would
+burst into flame of destruction. Innocent as my purpose was, it had in
+it the germs of tragedy; but I was then too young, too inexperienced
+to know.
+
+Nor had I reason to anticipate the result of my simple ruse, or
+occasion to note any serious change in my surroundings. The routine of
+our journey gave me no hint of the hidden passions seething below the
+outward appearance of things. In the early dawn we broke camp as
+usual, except that chosen boatmen guided the emptied canoes through
+the rapids, while the others of the party made portage along the rough
+shore. In the smooth water above we all embarked again, and won slow
+way against the current. The advance company had departed before our
+arrival, nor did I again obtain glimpse of De Artigny for many days.
+
+I would not say that Cassion purposely kept us apart, for the
+arrangement might have been the same had I not been of the party, yet
+the only communication between the two divisions occurred when some
+messenger brought back warning of dangerous water ahead. Usually this
+messenger was an Indian, but once De Artigny himself came, and guided
+our canoes through a torrent of white, raging water, amid a maze of
+murderous rocks.
+
+During these days and weeks Cassion treated me with consideration and
+outward respect. Not that he failed to talk freely, and to boast of
+his exploits and adventures, yet he refrained from laying hand on me,
+nor did he once refer to the incident of the bluff. I knew not what to
+make of the man in this new role of gallant, yet suspicioned that he
+but bided his time, and a better opportunity for exhibiting his true
+purpose.
+
+There were times, when he thought I was not observing him, when the
+expression of his eyes brought me uneasiness, and I was soon aware
+that, in spite of his genial manner, and friendly expression, his
+surveillance was in no degree relaxed. Not for a moment was I alone.
+When he was not beside me in the canoe, Pere Allouez became my
+companion, and at night a guard kept vigilant eye upon my tent. Twice
+I ventured to test this fact, only to be halted, and turned back
+within three yards of the entrance. Very polite the soldier was, with
+explanation of danger from prowling beasts, and the strictness of his
+order. At first such restraint angered me, but on second thought I did
+not greatly care, humiliating though it was; yet the protection thus
+afforded was not altogether unwelcome, and was in itself evidence of
+Cassion's determination to conquer me.
+
+Nor was the journey lacking in interest or adventure. Never shall I
+forget the charm of those days and nights, amid which we made slow and
+toilsome passage through the desolate wilderness, ever gaining new
+leagues to the westward. Only twice in weeks did we encounter human
+beings--once a camp of Indians on the shore of a lake, and once a
+Capuchin monk, alone but for a single _voyageur_, as companion, passed
+us upon the river. He would have paused to exchange words, but at
+sight of Pere Allouez's black robe, he gave swift command to his
+_engage_, and the two disappeared as though fleeing from the devil.
+
+But what visions of beauty, and sublimity, were those that swept
+constantly past us as we thus advanced into the wild depths of the
+woods. No two views were ever alike, and every curve in the river bank
+brought a fresh vista. I never tired of the vast, silent forests that
+seemed to shut us in, nor of the dancing silver of the swift water
+under our keel, nor of the great rocky bluffs under whose grim shadows
+we found passage. To me the hardships even were enjoyable: the
+clambering over rough portages, the occasional mishap, the coarse
+fare, the nights I was compelled to pass in the canoe, these only
+served to give added zest to the great adventure, to make real the
+unusual experiences I was passing through.
+
+I was scarce more than a girl, young, strong, little accustomed to
+luxury, and my heart responded to the exhilaration of constant change,
+and the thrill of peril. And when, at last, we made the long portage,
+tramping through the dark forest aisles, bearing on our shoulders
+heavy loads, scarcely able to see the sun even at midday through the
+leafy screen of leaves, and came forth at twilight on the shores of
+the mighty lake, no words can express the raptures with which I stood
+and gazed across that expanse of heaving, restless water. The men
+launched their canoes upon the surface, and made camp in the edge of
+the forest, but I could not move, could not restrain my eyes, until
+darkness descended and left all before me a void.
+
+Never had I gazed upon so vast a spectacle, so somber in the dull gray
+light, stretching afar to the horizon, its wild, desolate silence
+adding to its awful majesty. Even when darkness enshrouded it all, the
+memory haunted me, and I could but think and dream, frightened and
+awed in presence of that stupendous waste of waters. The soldiers sang
+about their fires, and Cassion sought me with what he meant to be
+courteous words, but I was in no spirit to be amused. For hours I lay
+alone, listening to the dull roar of waves along the shore, and the
+wind in the trees. De Artigny, and his party, camped just beyond us,
+across the mouth of a narrow stream, but I saw nothing of him, nor do
+I believe I gave his presence a thought.
+
+It was scarcely more than daybreak when we broke camp, and headed our
+canoes out into the lake. With the dawn, and the glint of sunlight
+over the waters, much of my dread departed, and I could appreciate the
+wild song of delight with which our Indian paddlers bent to their
+work. The sharp-prowed canoes swept through the waters swiftly, no
+longer battling against a current, and the shore line ever in view was
+fascinating in its green foliage. We kept close to the northern shore,
+and soon found passage amid numerous islands, forest covered, but with
+high, rocky outlines.
+
+Of life there was no sign, and the silence of the vast primeval
+wilderness surrounding us rested heavily upon me. Whether this same
+sense of loneliness and awe affected the others I cannot say--yet the
+savage song died away, and the soldiers sat motionless, while the
+Indians plied their paddles noiselessly. Cassion even restrained his
+garrulous tongue, and when I glanced at him in some surprise, he was
+intent on the shores of a passing island, forgetful of my presence.
+
+For four days we coasted thus, never out of sight of shore, and
+usually with islands between us and the main body of water. In all
+that time we had no sign of man--not even a wisp of smoke, nor heard
+the crack of distant rifle. About us extended loneliness and
+desolation, great waters never still, vast forests grim and somber,
+tall, menacing rocks, bright-colored in the sun.
+
+Once it rained, drenching us to the skin, and driving us to shelter in
+an island cove. Once a sudden storm swept the lake, and we barely made
+land in time to save us from wreck, Chevet's canoe smashing an ugly
+hole in its bow, and a soldier dislocating his shoulder in the
+struggle. The accident held us for some hours, and later, when once
+more afloat, retarded progress.
+
+This misfortune served also to restore Monsieur Cassion to his natural
+ill temper, and led to a quarrel between himself and Chevet which
+might have ended seriously had I not intervened. The incident,
+however, left the Commissaire in ugly mood, and caused him to play the
+bully over his men. To me he was sullen, after an attempt at
+insolence, and sat glowering across the water, meditating revenge.
+
+At last we left the chain of islands behind, and one morning struck
+out from the shore into the waste of waters, the prows of the canoes
+turned westward, the steersman guiding our course by the sun. For
+several hours we were beyond view of land, with naught to rest the eye
+upon save the gray sea, and then, when it was nearly night, we reached
+the shore, and beached our canoes at St. Ignace.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+AT ST. IGNACE
+
+
+So much had been said of St. Ignace, and so long had the name been
+familiar throughout New France, that my first view of the place
+brought me bitter disappointment. The faces of the others in our party
+pictured the same disillusion.
+
+Hugo Chevet had been in these parts before on fur-trading expeditions,
+and 'twas probable that De Artigny had stopped there on one of his
+voyages with La Salle. But to all the others the place had been merely
+a name, and our imagination had invested it with an importance
+scarcely justified by what we saw as our canoes drew in toward the
+beach.
+
+The miserable little village was upon a point of land, originally
+covered with heavy growth of forest. A bit of this had been rudely
+cut, the rotting stumps still standing, and from the timber a dozen
+rough log houses had been constructed facing the lake. A few rods
+back, on slightly higher land, was a log chapel, and a house, somewhat
+more pretentious than the others, in which the priests lodged. The
+whole aspect of the place was peculiarly desolate and depressing,
+facing that vast waste of water, the black forest shadows behind, and
+those rotting stumps in the foreground.
+
+Nor was our welcome one to make the heart rejoice. Scarce a dozen
+persons gathered at the beach to aid us in making landing, rough
+_engages_ mostly, and not among them all a face familiar. It was only
+later, when two priests from the mission came hurrying forward, that
+we were greeted by cordial speech. These invited a few of us to become
+guests at the mission house, and assigned the remainder of our party
+to vacant huts.
+
+Cassion, Chevet, and Pere Allouez accompanied me as I walked beside a
+young priest up the beaten path, but De Artigny was left behind with
+the men. I overheard Cassion order him to remain, but he added some
+word in lower voice, which brought a flush of anger into the younger
+man's face, although he merely turned on his heel without reply.
+
+The young Jesuit beside me--a pale-faced, delicate appearing man,
+almost emaciated in his long black robe--scarcely breathed a word as
+we climbed the rather steep ascent, but at the door of the mission
+house paused gravely, and directed our attention to the scene unrolled
+behind. It was indeed a vista of surpassing beauty, for from this
+point we could perceive the distant curve of the shore, shadowed by
+dark forests, while the lake itself, silvered by the setting sun
+stretched afar to the horizon, unbroken in its immensity except for an
+island lifting its rock front leagues away.
+
+So greatly was I impressed with the view, that after we had been shown
+into the bare room of the mission, where scarcely a comfort was to be
+seen, I crossed to the one window, and stood there staring out,
+watching the light fade across those leagues of water, until the
+purple twilight descended like a veil of mist. Yet I heard the
+questions and answers, and learned that nearly all the inhabitants
+were away on various expeditions into the wilderness, none remaining
+except the two priests in charge of the mission, and the few _engages_
+necessary for their work. Only a few days before five priests had
+departed to establish a mission at Green Bay, and visit the Indian
+villages beyond.
+
+The young Jesuit spoke freely when once convinced that our party
+journeyed to the Illinois country, and was antagonistic to La Salle,
+who had shown small liking for his Order. The presence of Pere Allouez
+overcame his first suspicion at recognition of De Artigny, and he gave
+free vent to his dislike of the Recollets, and the policy of those
+adventurous Frenchmen who had dared oppose the Jesuits.
+
+He produced a newly drawn map of the great lake we were to traverse,
+and the men studied it anxiously while the two priests and the
+_engage_ prepared a simple meal. For the moment I was forgotten, and
+left alone on a rude bench beside the great fireplace, to listen to
+their discussion, and think my own thoughts.
+
+We remained at St. Ignace three days, busily engaged in repairing our
+canoes, and rendering them fit for the long voyage yet before us. From
+this point we were to venture on treacherous waters, as yet scarcely
+explored, the shores inhabited by savage, unknown tribes, with not a
+white man in all the long distance from Green Bay to the Chicago
+portage. Once I got out the map, and traced the distance, feeling sick
+at heart as I thus realized more clearly the weary journey.
+
+Those were dull, lonely days I passed in the desolate mission house,
+while the others were busy at their various tasks. Only at night time,
+or as they straggled in, to their meals, did I see anyone but Pere
+Allouez, who was always close at hand, a silent shadow from whose
+presence I could not escape. I visited the priest's garden, climbed
+the rocks overlooking the water, and even ventured into the dark
+forest, but he was ever beside me, suave but insistent on doing his
+master's will. The only glimpse I had of De Artigny was at a distance,
+for not once did he approach the mission house. So I was glad enough
+when the canoes were ready, and all preparations made for departure.
+
+Yet we were not destined to escape thus easily from St. Ignace. Of
+what occurred I must write as it happened to me then, and not as its
+full significance became later clear to my understanding. It was after
+nightfall when Cassion returned to the mission house. The lights were
+burning on the table, and the three priests were rather impatiently
+waiting their evening meal, occasionally exchanging brief sentences,
+or peering out through the open window toward the dark water.
+
+As long as daylight lasted this had been my post of observation, while
+watching the distant figures busily engaged in reloading the canoes
+for the morrow's journey. They were like so many ants, running across
+the brown sands, both soldiers and Indians stripped to the waist,
+apparently eager enough to complete their task. Occasionally the echo
+of a song reached my ears, and the distance was not so great but that
+I could distinguish individuals. Cassion sat upon a log directing
+operations, not even rising to lend a hand, but Chevet gave his great
+strength freely.
+
+De Artigny was back among the huts, in charge of that end of the line,
+no doubt, and it was only occasionally I gained glimpse of his
+presence. An Indian canoe came ashore just before sundown, and our men
+knocked off work to cluster about and examine its cargo of furs.
+Angered by the delay Cassion strode in among them, and, with bitter
+words and a blow or two, drove them back to their task. The loss of
+time was not great, yet they were still busily engaged when darkness
+shut out the scene.
+
+Cassion came in alone, yet I observed nothing strange about his
+appearance, except that he failed to greet me with the usual attempt
+at gallantry, although his sharp eyes swept our faces, as he closed
+the door, and stared about the room.
+
+"What! not eaten yet?" he exclaimed. "I anticipated my fate to be a
+lonely meal, for the rascals worked like snails, and I would not leave
+them rest until all was finished. Faith, the odor is appetizing, and I
+am hungry as a bear."
+
+The younger priest waved his hand to the _engage_, yet asked softly:
+
+"Monsieur Chevet--he is delayed also?"
+
+"He will sup with his men tonight," returned Cassion shortly, seating
+himself on the bench. "The sergeant keeps guard of the canoes, and
+Chevet will be useful with those off duty."
+
+The man ate as though nearly famished, his ready tongue unusually
+silent, and at the conclusion of the meal, appeared so fatigued, that
+I made early excuse to withdraw so he might rest in comfort, climbing
+the ladder in one corner to my own bed beneath the eaves. This
+apartment, whose only advantage was privacy, was no more than a narrow
+space between the sloping rafters of the roof, unfurnished, but with a
+small window in the end, closed by a wooden shutter. A partition of
+axe-hewn planks divided this attic into two compartments, thus
+composing the priests' sleeping chambers. While I was there they both
+occupied the one to the south, Cassion, Chevet, and Pere Allouez
+resting in the main room below.
+
+As I lowered the trap in the floor, shutting out the murmur of voices,
+I was conscious of no desire to sleep, my mind busily occupied with
+possibilities of the morrow. I opened the window, and seated myself on
+the floor, gazing out at the night. Below extended the priests'
+garden, and beyond the dark gloom of forest depths. A quarter moon
+peeped through cloud rifts, and revealed in spectral light the
+familiar objects. It was a calm, peaceful scene, yet ghostly in the
+silvery gleam and silence--the stumps of half-burned trees assuming
+grotesque forms, and the wind tossing branches as though by some demon
+hand. Yet in my restless mood that outside world called me and I
+leaned forth to see if it was possible to descend.
+
+The way of egress was easy--a mere step to the flat roof of the
+kitchen, the dovetailed logs of which afforded a ladder to the ground.
+I had no object in such adventure, but a restless impulse urged me,
+and, almost before I realized my action, I was upon the ground.
+Avoiding the gleam of light which streamed from the open window of the
+room below, I crossed the garden, and reached the path leading
+downward to the shore. From this point I could perceive the wide sweep
+of water, showing silvery in the dim moonlight, and detect the darker
+rim of the land. There was fire on the point below the huts, and its
+red glare afforded glimpses of the canoes--mere blurred outlines--and
+occasionally the figure of a man, only recognizable as he moved.
+
+I was still staring at this dim picture when some noise, other than
+the wind, startled me, and I drew silently back behind a great stump
+to avoid discovery. My thought was that someone had left the mission
+house--Cassion perhaps with final orders to those on the beach--but a
+moment later I realized my mistake, yet only crouched lower in the
+shadow--a man was advancing from the black concealment of the woods,
+and crossing the open space.
+
+He moved cautiously, yet boldly enough, and his movements were not
+those of an Indian, although the low bushes between us and the house
+shadow, prevented my distinguishing more than his mere outline. It was
+only when he lifted his head into the gleam of light, and took hasty
+survey through the window of the scene within, that I recognized the
+face of De Artigny. He lingered scarcely a moment, evidently satisfied
+with what he saw, and then drew silently back, hesitating a brief
+space, as though debating his next movement.
+
+I waited breathless, wondering what his purpose could be, half
+inclined to intercept and question him. Was he seeking to serve my
+cause? to learn the truth of my relationship with Cassion? or did he
+have some other object, some personal feud in which he sought revenge?
+The first thought sent the warm blood leaping through my veins; the
+second left me shivering as if with sudden chill.
+
+Even as I stood, hesitating, uncertain, he turned, and retraced his
+steps along the same path of his approach, passing me not ten steps
+away, and vanishing into the wood. I thought he paused at the edge,
+and bent down, yet before I found voice, or determination to stop him,
+he had disappeared. My courage returned, spurred by curiosity. Why
+should he take so roundabout a way to reach the shore? What was that
+black, shapeless thing he had paused to examine? I could see something
+there, dark and motionless, though to my eyes no more than a shadow.
+
+I ventured toward it, creeping behind the bushes bordering the path,
+conscious of an odd fear as I drew closer. Yet it was not until I
+emerged from the fringe of shrubbery that even the faintest conception
+of what the object I saw was occurred to me. Then I stopped, frozen by
+horror, for I confronted a dead body.
+
+For an instant I could not utter a sound, or move a muscle of my body.
+My hands clung convulsively to a nearby branch, thus supporting me
+erect in spite of trembling limbs, and I stared at the grewsome
+object, black and almost shapeless in the moonlight. Only part of the
+trunk was revealed, the lower portion concealed by bushes, yet I could
+no longer doubt it was a man's body--a large, heavily built man, his
+hat still crushed on his head, but with face turned away.
+
+What courage overcame my horror, and urged me forward I cannot tell; I
+seemed impelled by some power not my own, a vague fear of recognition
+tugging at my heart. I crept nearer, almost inch by inch, trembling at
+every noise, dreading to discover the truth. At last I could perceive
+the ghastly features--the dead man was Hugo Chevet.
+
+I scarcely know why this discovery of his identity brought back so
+suddenly my strength, and courage. But it did; I was no longer afraid,
+no longer shrank from contact with the corpse. I confess I felt no
+special sorrow, no deep regret at the fate which had overtaken him.
+Although he was my mother's brother, yet his treatment of me had never
+been kind, and there remained no memories to touch my heart. Still his
+death was from treachery, murder, and every instinct urged me to learn
+its cause, and who had been guilty of the crime.
+
+I nerved myself to the effort, and turned the body sufficiently to
+enable me to discover the wound--he had been pierced by a knife from
+behind; had fallen, no doubt, without uttering a cry, dead ere he
+struck the ground. Then it was murder, foul murder, a blow in the
+back. Why had the deed been done? What spirit of revenge, of hatred,
+of fear, could have led to such an act? I got again to my feet,
+staring about through the weird moonlight, every nerve throbbing, as I
+thought to grip the fact, and find its cause. Slowly I drew back,
+shrinking in growing terror from the corpse, until I was safely in the
+priest's garden. There I paused irresolute, my dazed, benumbed brain
+beginning to grasp the situation, and assert itself.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+THE MURDER OF CHEVET
+
+
+Who had killed him? What should I do? These were the two questions
+haunting my mind, and becoming more and more insistent. The light
+still burned in the mission house, and I could picture the scene
+within--the three priests reading, or talking softly to each other,
+and Cassion asleep on his bench in the corner, wearied with the day.
+
+I could not understand, could not imagine a cause, and yet the
+assassin must have been De Artigny. How else could I account for his
+presence there in the night, his efforts at concealment, his bending
+over the dead body, and then hurrying away without sounding an alarm.
+The evidence against the man seemed conclusive, and yet I would not
+condemn. There might be other reasons for his silence, for his secret
+presence, and if I rushed into the house, proclaiming my discovery,
+and confessing what I had seen, he would be left without defense.
+
+Perhaps it might be the very purpose of the real murderer to thus cast
+suspicion on an innocent man, and I would be the instrument. But who
+else could be the murderer? That it could have been Cassion never
+seriously occurred to me, but I ran over in my mind the rough men of
+our party--the soldiers, some of them quarrelsome enough, and the
+Indians to whom a treacherous blow was never unnatural. This must have
+been the way it happened--Chevet had made some bitter enemy, for he
+was ever prodigal of angry word and blow, and the fellow had followed
+him through the night to strike him down from behind. But why did De
+Artigny fail to sound an alarm when he found the body? Why was he
+hiding about the mission house, and peering in through the window?
+
+I sank my face in my hands, so dazed and bewildered as to be incapable
+of thought--yet I could not, I would not believe him guilty of so foul
+a crime. It was not possible, nor should he be accused through any
+testimony from my lips. He could explain, he must explain to me his
+part in this dreadful affair, but, unless he confessed himself, I
+would never believe him guilty. There was but one thing for me to
+do--return silently to my room, and wait. Perhaps he had already
+descended to camp to alarm the men; if not the body would be early
+discovered in the morning, and a few hours delay could make no
+difference to Hugo Chevet.
+
+The very decision was a relief, and yet it frightened me. I felt
+almost like an accomplice, as though I also was guilty of a crime by
+thus concealing my knowledge, and leaving that body to remain alone
+there in the dark. Yet there was nothing else to do. Shrinking,
+shuddering at every shadow, at every sound, my nerves throbbing with
+agony, I managed to drag my body up the logs, and in through the
+window. I was safe there, but there was no banishing from memory what
+I had seen--what I knew lay yonder in the wood shadow. I sank to the
+floor, clutching the sill, my eyes staring through the moonlight. Once
+I thought I saw a man's indistinct figure move across an open space,
+and once I heard voices far away.
+
+The priests entered the room opposite mine, and I could distinguish
+the murmur of their voices through the thin partition. These became
+silent, and I prayed, with head bowed on the window sill. I could not
+leave that position, could not withdraw my eyes from the scene
+without. The moon disappeared, the night darkening; I could no longer
+perceive the line of forest trees, and sitting thus I fell asleep from
+sheer exhaustion.
+
+I do not know that I was called, yet when I awoke a faint light
+proclaiming the dawn was in the sky, and sounds of activity reached my
+ears from the room below. I felt tired and cramped from my unnatural
+position, but hastened to join the others. The morning meal was
+already on the table, and we ate as usual, no one mentioning Chevet,
+thus proving the body had not been discovered. I could scarcely choke
+the food down, anticipating every instant the sounding of an alarm.
+Cassion hurried, excited, no doubt, by the prospect of getting away on
+our journey, but seemed in excellent humor. Pushing back the box on
+which he sat, he buckled his pistol belt, seized his hat, and strode
+to the door.
+
+"We depart at once," he proclaimed briefly. "So I will leave you,
+here, to bring the lady."
+
+Pere Allouez, still busily engaged, murmured some indistinct reply,
+and Cassion's eyes met mine.
+
+"You look pale, and weary this morning," he said. "Not fear of the
+voyage, I hope?"
+
+"No, Monsieur," I managed to answer quietly. "I slept ill, but shall
+be better presently--shall I bear my blankets to the boats?"
+
+"The _engage_ will see to that, only let there be as little delay as
+possible. Ah! here comes a messenger from below--what is it, my man?"
+
+The fellow, one of the soldiers whose face I did not recall, halted in
+the open door, gasping for breath, his eyes roving about the room.
+
+"He is dead--the big man," he stammered. "He is there by the woods."
+
+"The big man--dead!" Cassion drew back, as though struck a blow. "What
+big man? Who do you mean?"
+
+"The one in the second canoe, Monsieur; the one who roared."
+
+"Chevet? Hugo Chevet? What has happened to him? Come, speak up, or
+I'll slit your tongue!"
+
+The man gulped, gripping the door with one hand, the other pointing
+outward.
+
+"He is there, Monsieur, beyond the trail, at the edge of the wood. I
+saw him with his face turned up--_Mon Dieu_! so white; I dare not
+touch him, but there was blood, where a knife had entered his back."
+
+All were on their feet, their faces picturing the sudden horror, yet
+Cassion was first to recover his wits, and lead the way without.
+Grasping the soldier's arm, and bidding him show where the body lay,
+he thrust him through the door. I lingered behind shrinking from being
+again compelled to view the sight of the dead man, yet unable to keep
+entirely away. Cassion stopped, looking down at the object on the
+grass, but made no effort to touch it with his hands. The soldier
+bent, and rolled the body over, and one of the priests felt in the
+pockets of the jacket, bringing forth a paper or two. Cassion took
+these, gripping them in his fingers, his face appearing gray in the
+early light.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! the man has been murdered," he exclaimed, "a dastard blow
+in the back. Look about, and see if you find a knife. Had he quarrel
+with anyone, Moulin?"
+
+The soldier straightened up.
+
+"No, Monsieur; I heard of none, though he was often rough and harsh of
+tongue to the men. Ah! now I recall, he had words with Sieur de
+Artigny on the beach at dusk. I know not the cause, yet the younger
+man left him angrily, and passed by where I stood, with his hands
+clinched."
+
+"De Artigny, hey!" Cassion's voice had a ring of pleasure in it. "Ay!
+he is a hothead. Know you where the young cock is now?"
+
+"He, with the Chief, left an hour ago. Was it not your order,
+Monsieur?"
+
+Cassion made a swift gesture, but what it might signify I could not
+determine, as his face was turned away. A moment there was silence, as
+he shaded his eyes, and peered out across the water.
+
+"True, so I did," he said at last. "They were to depart before dawn.
+The villain is yonder--see; well off that farthest point, and 'tis too
+late to overtake him now. _Sacre_! there is naught for us to do, that
+I see, but to bury Hugo Chevet, and go our way--the King's business
+cannot wait."
+
+They brought the body into the mission house, and laid it upon the
+bench. I did not look upon the ghastly face, which the young priest
+had covered, but I sank to my knees and prayed earnestly for the
+repose of his soul. For a moment I felt in my heart a tenderness for
+this rough, hard man who in the past had caused me such suffering.
+
+Perchance he was not altogether to blame; his had been a rough, hard
+life, and I had only brought him care and trouble. So there were tears
+in my eyes as I knelt beside him, although in secret my heart rejoiced
+that De Artigny had gone, and would not be confronted with his victim;
+for there was no longer doubt in my mind of his guilt, for surely, had
+the man been innocent, he would have sounded an alarm. It was
+Cassion's hand which aroused me, and I glanced up at his face through
+the tears clinging to my lashes.
+
+"What, crying!" he exclaimed, in apparent surprise. "I never thought
+the man of such value to you as to cause tears at his death."
+
+"He was of my blood," I answered soberly, rising to my feet, "and his
+murder most foul."
+
+"Ay! true enough, girl, and we will bring to book the villain who did
+the deed. Yet we cannot remain here to mourn, for I am on the King's
+service. Come, we have lost time already, and the canoes wait."
+
+"You would go at once?" I asked, startled at his haste, "without even
+waiting until he is buried?"
+
+"And why not? To wait will cost us a day; nor, so far as I can see,
+would it be of the slightest value to Hugo Chevet. The priests here
+will attend to the ceremony, and this handful of silver will buy him
+prayers. _Pouf_! he is dead, and that is all there is to it; so come
+along, for I will wait here no longer."
+
+The man's actions, his manner, and words were heartless. For an
+instant I stood in revolt, ready to defy openly, an angry retort on my
+lips; yet before I found speech, Pere Allouez rested his hand on my
+shoulder.
+
+"'Tis best, my child," he said softly. "We can no longer serve the
+dead by remaining here, and there are long leagues before us. In the
+boat your prayers will reach the good God just as surely as though you
+knelt here beside this poor body. 'Tis best we go."
+
+I permitted him to lead me out through the door, and we followed
+Cassion down the steep path to the shore. The latter seemed to have
+forgotten all else save our embarkation, and hurried the soldier off
+on a run to get the boats in the water. The _pere_ held to my arm, and
+I was conscious of his voice continually speaking, although I knew
+nothing of what he said. I was incapable of thinking, two visions
+haunting me--the body of Hugo Chevet outstretched on the bench in the
+mission house, and Rene de Artigny far away yonder on the water. Why
+had it happened? What could ever excuse a crime like this?
+
+On the beach all was in readiness for departure, and it was evident
+enough that Moulin had already spread the news of Chevet's murder
+among his comrades. Cassion, however, permitted the fellows little
+time for discussion, for at his sharp orders they took their places in
+the canoes, and pushed off. The priest was obliged to assume Chevet's
+former position, and I would gladly have accompanied him, but Cassion
+suddenly gripped me in his arms, and without so much as a word, waded
+out through the surf, and put me down in his boat, clambering in
+himself, and shouting his orders to the paddlers.
+
+I think we were all of us glad enough to get away. I know I sat
+silent, and motionless, just where he placed me, and stared back
+across the widening water at the desolate, dismal scene. How lonely,
+and heart-sickening it was, those few log houses against the hill, the
+blackened stumps littering the hillside, and the gloomy forest beyond.
+The figures of a few men were visible along the beach, and once I saw
+a black-robed priest emerge from the door of the mission house, and
+start down the steep path.
+
+The picture slowly faded as we advanced, until finally the last
+glimpse of the log chapel disappeared in the haze, and we were alone
+on the mystery of the great lake, gliding along a bare, uninhabited
+shore. I was aroused by the touch of Cassion's hand on my own as it
+grasped the side of the canoe.
+
+"Adele," he said, almost tenderly. "Why should you be so serious?
+Cannot we be friends?"
+
+My eyes met his in surprise.
+
+"Friends, Monsieur! Are we not? Why do you address me like that?"
+
+"Because you treat me as though I were a criminal," he said earnestly.
+"As if I had done you an evil in making you my wife. 'Twas not I who
+hastened the matter, but La Barre. 'Tis not just to condemn me
+unheard, yet I have been patient and kind. I thought it might be that
+you loved another--in truth I imagined that De Artigny had cast his
+spell upon you; yet you surely cannot continue to trust that
+villain--the murderer of your uncle."
+
+"How know you that to be true?" I asked.
+
+"Because there is no other accounting for it," he explained sternly.
+"The quarrel last evening, the early departure before dawn--"
+
+"At your orders, Monsieur."
+
+"Ay, but the sergeant tells me the fellow was absent from the camp for
+two hours during the night; that in the moonlight he saw him come down
+the hill. Even if he did not do the deed himself, he must have
+discovered the body--yet he voiced no alarm."
+
+I was silent, and my eyes fell from his face to the green water.
+
+"'Twill be hard to explain," he went on. "But he shall have a
+chance."
+
+"A chance! You will question him; and then--"
+
+He hesitated whether to answer me, but there was a cruel smile on his
+thin lips.
+
+"Faith, I do not know. 'Tis like to be a court-martial at the Rock, if
+ever we get him there; though the chances are the fellow will take to
+the woods when he finds himself suspected. No doubt the best thing I
+can do will be to say nothing until we hold him safe, though 'tis hard
+to pretend with such a villain."
+
+He paused, as if hoping I might speak, and my silence angered him.
+
+"Bah, if I had my way the young cockerel would face a file at our
+first camp. Ay! and it will be for you to decide if he does not."
+
+"What is your meaning, Monsieur?"
+
+"That I am tired of your play-acting; of your making eyes at this
+forest dandy behind my back. _Sang Dieu_! I am done with all this--do
+you hear?--and I have a grip now which will make you think twice, my
+dear, before you work any more sly tricks on me. _Sacre_, you think me
+easy, hey? I have in my hand so," and he opened and closed his fingers
+suggestively, "the life of the lad."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+
+MY PLEDGE SAVES DE ARTIGNY
+
+
+I had one glimpse of his face as he leaned forward, and there was a
+look in it which made me shudder, and turn away. His was no idle
+threat, and whether the man truly loved me or not, his hatred of De
+Artigny was sufficient for any cruelty.
+
+I realized the danger, the necessity for compromise, and yet for the
+moment I lacked power to speak, to question, fearful lest his demands
+would be greater than I could grant. I had no thought of what I saw,
+and still that which my eyes rested upon remains pictured on my brain,
+the sparkle of sun on the water, the distant green of the shore, the
+soldiers huddled in the canoe, the dark shining bodies of the Indians
+ceaselessly plying the paddles, and beyond us, to the left, another
+canoe, cleaving the water swiftly, with Pere Allouez' face turned
+toward us, as though he sought to guess our conversation. I was
+aroused by the grip of Cassion's hand.
+
+"Well, my beauty," he said harshly, "haven't I waited long enough to
+learn if it is war or peace between us?"
+
+I laughed, yet I doubt if he gained any comfort from the expression of
+the eyes which met his.
+
+"Why I choose peace, of course, Monsieur," I answered, assuming a
+carelessness I was far from feeling. "Am I not your wife? Surely you
+remind me of it often enough, so I am not likely to forget; but I
+resent the insult of your words, nor will you ever win favor from me
+by such methods. I have been friendly with Sieur de Artigny, it is
+true, but there is nothing more between us. Indeed no word has passed
+my lips in his presence I would not be willing for you to hear. So
+there is no cause for you to spare him on my account, or rest his fate
+on any action of mine."
+
+"You will have naught to do with the fellow?"
+
+"There would be small chance if I wished, Monsieur; and do you suppose
+I would seek companionship with one who had killed my uncle?"
+
+"'Twould scarce seem so, yet I know not what you believe."
+
+"Nor do I myself; yet the evidence is all against the man thus far. I
+confess I should like to hear his defense, but I make you this pledge
+in all honor--I will have no word with him, on condition that you file
+no charges until we arrive at Fort St. Louis."
+
+"Ah!" suspiciously, "you think he has friends there to hold him
+innocent."
+
+"Why should I, Monsieur? Indeed, why should I care but to have justice
+done? I do not wish his blood on your hands, or to imagine that he is
+condemned because of his friendship for me rather than any other
+crime. I know not what friends the man has at the Rock on the
+Illinois. He was of La Salle's party, and they are no longer in
+control. La Barre said that De Baugis commanded that post, and for all
+I know De Tonty and all his men may have departed."
+
+"'Tis not altogether true, and for that reason we are ordered to join
+the company. De Baugis has the right of it under commission from La
+Barre, but does not possess sufficient soldiers to exercise authority.
+La Salle's men remain loyal to De Tonty, and the Indian tribes look to
+him for leadership. _Mon Dieu_! it was reported in Quebec that twelve
+thousand savages were living about the fort--ay! and De Artigny said
+he doubted it not, for the meadows were covered with tepees--so De
+Baugis has small chance to rule until he has force behind him. They
+say this De Tonty is of a fighting breed--the savages call him the man
+with the iron hand--and so the two rule between them, the one for La
+Barre, and the other for La Salle, and we go to give the Governor's
+man more power."
+
+"You have sufficient force?"
+
+"Unless the Indians become hostile; besides there is to be an overland
+party later to join us in the spring, and Sieur de la Durantaye, of
+the regiment of Carignan-Salliers is at the Chicago portage. This I
+learned at St. Ignace."
+
+"Then it would seem to me, Monsieur, that you could safely wait the
+trial of De Artigny until our arrival at the fort. If he does not feel
+himself suspected, he will make no effort to escape, and I give you
+the pledge you ask."
+
+It was not altogether graciously that he agreed to this, yet the man
+could not refuse, and I was glad enough to escape thus easily, for it
+was my fear that he might insist on my yielding much more to preserve
+De Artigny from immediate condemnation and death. The fellow had the
+power, and the inclination, and what good fortune saved me, I can
+never know. I think he felt a certain fear of me, a doubt of how far
+he might presume on my good nature.
+
+Certainly I gave him small encouragement to venture further, and yet
+had he done so I would have been at my wit's end. Twice the words were
+upon his lips--a demand that I yield to his mastery--but he must have
+read in my eyes a defiance he feared to front, for they were not
+uttered. 'Twas that he might have this very talk that he had found me
+place alone in his canoe, and I would have respected him more had he
+dared to carry out his desire. The coward in the man was too apparent,
+and yet that very cowardice was proof of treachery. What he hesitated
+to claim boldly he would attain otherwise if he could. I could place
+no confidence in his word, nor reliance upon his honor.
+
+However nothing occurred to give Cassion opportunity, nor to tempt me
+to violate my own pledge. We proceeded steadily upon our course, aided
+by fair weather, and quiet waters for several days. So peaceful were
+our surroundings that my awe and fear of the vast lake on which we
+floated passed away, and I began to appreciate its beauty, and love
+those changing vistas, which opened constantly to our advance.
+
+We followed the coast line, seldom venturing beyond sight of land,
+except as we cut across from point to point; and fair as the wooded
+shore appeared, its loneliness, and the desolation of the great waters
+began, at last, to affect our spirits. The men no longer sang at their
+work, and I could see the depression in their eyes as they stared
+about across ceaseless waves to the dim horizon.
+
+Day after day it was the same dull monotony, crouched in the narrow
+canoe, watching the movements of the paddlers, and staring about at
+endless sea and sky, with distant glimpse of wilderness. We lost
+interest in conversation, in each other, and I lay for hours with eyes
+closed to the glare of the sun, feeling no desire save to be left
+alone. Yet there were scenes of surpassing beauty unrolled before us
+at sunrise and sunset, and when the great silvery moon reflected its
+glory in the water.
+
+Had companionship been congenial no doubt every league of that journey
+would have proven a joy to be long remembered, but with Cassion beside
+me, ever seeking some excuse to make me conscious of his purpose, I
+found silence to be my most effective weapon of defense. Twice I got
+away in Pere Allouez' canoe, and found pleasure in conversing,
+although I had no confidence in the priest, and knew well that my
+absence would anger Cassion.
+
+Our camps occurred wherever night overtook us and we found good
+landing place. Occasionally we went ashore earlier, and the Indians
+hunted for wild game, usually with success. In all these days and
+nights I had no glimpse of De Artigny, nor of his crew. It was not
+possible for me to question Cassion, for to do so would have aroused
+his jealous suspicion; but, as he never once referred to their
+continued absence, I became convinced that it was his orders which
+kept them ahead. No doubt it was best, as the men soon forgot the
+tragedy of Hugo Chevet's death, and after the first day I do not
+recall hearing the murder discussed.
+
+Such deeds were not uncommon, and Chevet had made no friends to
+cherish his memory. If others suspected De Artigny they felt little
+resentment or desire to punish him--and doubtless the men had
+quarreled, and the fatal knife thrust been delivered in fair fight.
+The result interested them only slightly, and none regretted the loss
+of the man killed.
+
+We made no entrance into Green Bay, for there was nothing there but a
+newly established mission station, and perhaps a hunter's camp,
+scarcely worth our wasting two days in seeking. Besides the night we
+made camp at a spot marked on the map as Point de Tour, we found
+waiting us there the advance canoe, and both De Artigny and the chief
+counseled that our course be south across the mouth of the bay. I sat
+in my tent and watched them discuss the matter in the red glow of a
+fire, but this was my only glimpse of De Artigny, until he led the way
+the next morning.
+
+Our voyage that day was a long one, and we were often beyond view of
+land, although we skirted several islands. The lake was stirred by a
+gentle breeze, yet not enough to delay our passage, and the sky above
+was cloudless. The Indian chief took the steering paddle in one of our
+boats, relieving Pere Allouez, and De Artigny guided us, his canoe a
+mere black speck ahead. It was already dark when we finally attained
+the rocky shore of Port de Morts.
+
+When dawn came De Artigny and his crew had departed by order of
+Cassion, but the chief remained to take charge of the third canoe. The
+indifference the younger man had shown to my presence hurt me
+strangely--he had made no effort to approach or address me; indeed, so
+far as I was aware, had not so much as glanced in my direction. Did he
+still resent my words, or was it his consciousness of guilt, which
+held him thus aloof?
+
+Not for a moment would I believe him wholly uninterested. There had
+been that in his eyes I should never forget, and so I persuaded myself
+that he thus avoided me because he feared to anger Cassion. This was
+not at all in accord with his nature as I understood it, yet the
+explanation gave me a certain content, and I could find no better.
+Thus we resumed our journey southward along the shore, but with
+clouded skies overhead, and the water about us dull and gray.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII
+
+THE BREAK OF STORM
+
+
+We had no more pleasant weather for days, the skies being overcast and
+the wind damp and chill. It did not rain, nor were the waves
+dangerous, although choppy enough to make paddling tiresome and
+difficult.
+
+A mist obscured the view, and compelled us to cling close to the shore
+so as to prevent becoming lost in the smother, and as we dare not
+venture to strike out boldly from point to point, we lost much time in
+creeping along the curves.
+
+The canoes kept closer together, never venturing to become separated,
+and the men stationed on watch in the bows continually called to each
+other across the tossing waters in guidance. Even De Artigny kept
+within sight, and made camp with us at night, although he made no
+effort to seek me, nor did I once detect that he even glanced in my
+direction. The studied indifference of the man puzzled me more than it
+angered, but I believed it was his consciousness of guilt, rather than
+any dislike which caused his avoidance. In a way I rejoiced at his
+following this course, as I felt bound by my pledge to Cassion, and
+had no desire to further arouse the jealousy of the latter, yet I
+remained a woman, and consequently felt a measure of regret at being
+thus neglected and ignored.
+
+However I had my reward, as this state of affairs was plainly enough
+to Monsieur Cassion's liking, for his humor changed for the better, in
+spite of our slow progress, and I was pleased to note that his
+watchfulness over my movements while ashore noticeably relaxed. Once
+he ventured to speak a bold word or two, inspired possibly by my
+effort to appear more friendly, but I gave him small opportunity to
+become offensive, for the raw, disagreeable atmosphere furnished me
+with sufficient excuse to snuggle down beneath blankets, and thus
+ignore his presence.
+
+I passed most of those days thus hidden from sight, only occasionally
+lifting my head to peer out at the gray, desolate sea, or watch the
+dim, mist-shrouded coast line. It was all of a color--a gloomy, dismal
+scene, the continuance of which left me homesick and spiritless. Never
+have I felt more hopeless and alone. It seemed useless to keep up the
+struggle; with every league we penetrated deeper into the desolate
+wilderness, and now I retained not even one friend on whom I could
+rely.
+
+As Cassion evidenced his sense of victory--as I read it in his
+laughing words, and the bold glance of his eyes--there came to me a
+knowledge of defeat, which seemed to rob me of all strength and
+purpose. I was not ready to yield yet; the man only angered me, and
+yet I began dimly to comprehend that the end was inevitable--my
+courage was oozing away, and somewhere in this lonely, friendless
+wilderness the moment I dreaded would come, and I would have no power
+to resist. More than once in my solitude, hidden beneath the blankets,
+I wiped tears from my eyes as I sensed the truth; yet he never knew,
+nor did I mean he should.
+
+I had no knowledge of the date, nor a very clear conception of where
+we were, although it must have been either the fourth or fifth day
+since we left Port du Morts. The night before, we had camped at the
+mouth of a small stream, the surrounding forest growing down close to
+the shore, and so thick as to be almost impenetrable. The men had set
+up my tent so close to the water the waves broke scarcely a foot away,
+and the fire about which the others clustered for warmth was but a few
+yards distant.
+
+Wrapped in my blankets I saw De Artigny emerge from the darkness, and
+approach Cassion, who drew a map from his belt pocket, and spread it
+open on the ground in the glare of the fire. The two men bent over it,
+tracing the lines with finger tips, evidently determining their course
+for the morrow. Then De Artigny made a few notes on a scrap of paper,
+arose to his feet, and disappeared.
+
+They had scarcely exchanged a word, and the feeling of enmity between
+them was apparent. Cassion sat quiet, the map still open, and stared
+after the younger man until he vanished in the darkness. The look upon
+his face was not a pleasant one.
+
+Impelled by a sudden impulse I arose to my feet, the blanket still
+draped about my shoulders, and crossed the open space to the fire.
+Cassion, hearing the sound of my approach, glanced around, his frown
+changing instantly into a smile.
+
+"Ah, quite an adventure this," he said, adopting a tone of pleasantry.
+"The first time you have left your tent, Madame?"
+
+"The first time I have felt desire to do so," I retorted. "I feel
+curiosity to examine your map."
+
+"And waited until I was alone; I appreciate the compliment," and he
+removed his hat in mock gallantry. "There was a time when you would
+have come earlier."
+
+"Your sarcasm is quite uncalled for. You have my pledge relative to
+the Sieur de Artigny, Monsieur, which suffices. If you do not care to
+give me glimpse of your map, I will retire again."
+
+"_Pouf_! do not be so easily pricked, I spoke in jest. Ay, look at the
+paper, but the tracing is so poor 'tis no better than a guess where we
+are. Sit you down, Madame, so the fire gives light, and I will show
+you our position the best I can."
+
+"Did not De Artigny know?"
+
+"He thinks he does, but his memory is not over clear, as he was only
+over this course the once. 'Tis here he has put the mark, while my
+guess would be a few leagues beyond."
+
+I bent over, my eyes seeking the points indicated. I had seen the map
+before, yet it told me little, for I was unaccustomed to such study,
+and the few points, and streams named had no real meaning to my mind.
+The only familiar term was Chicagou Portage, and I pointed to it with
+my fingers.
+
+"Is it there we leave the lake, Monsieur?"
+
+"Ay; the rest will be river work. You see this stream? 'Tis called the
+Des Plaines, and leads into the Illinois. De Artigny says it is two
+miles inland, across a flat country. 'Twas Pere Marquette who passed
+this way first, but since then many have traversed it. 'Tis like to
+take us two days to make the portage."
+
+"And way up here is Port du Morts, where we crossed the opening into
+Green Bay, and we have come since all this distance. Surely 'tis not
+far along the shore now to the portage?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu_, who knows! It looks but a step on the map, yet 'tis not
+likely the distance has ever been measured."
+
+"What said the Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"Bah! the Sieur de Artigny; ever it is the Sieur de Artigny. 'Tis
+little he knows about it in my judgment. He would have it thirty
+leagues yet, but I make it we are ten leagues to the south of where he
+puts us. What, are you going already? Faith, I had hopes you might
+tarry here a while yet, and hold converse with me."
+
+I paused, in no way tempted, yet uncertain.
+
+"You had some word you wished to say, Monsieur?"
+
+"There are words enough if you would listen."
+
+"'Tis no fault of yours if I do not. But not now, Monsieur. It is
+late, and cold. We take the boats early, and I would rest while I
+can."
+
+He was on his feet, the map gripped in his hand, but made no effort to
+stop me, as I dropped him a curtsey, and retreated. But he was there
+still when I glanced back from out the safety of the tent, his
+forehead creased by a frown. When he finally turned away the map was
+crushed shapeless in his fingers.
+
+The morning dawned somewhat warmer, but with every promise of a storm,
+threatening clouds hanging above the water, sullen and menacing, their
+edges tipped with lightning. The roar of distant thunder came to our
+ears, yet there was no wind, and Cassion decided that the clouds would
+drift southward, and leave us safe passage along the shore. His canoe
+had been wrenched in making landing the evening before, and had taken
+in considerable water during the night. This was bailed out, but the
+interior was so wet and uncomfortable that I begged to be given place
+in another boat, and Cassion consented, after I had exhibited some
+temper, ordering a soldier in the sergeant's canoe to exchange places
+with me.
+
+We were the last to depart from the mouth of the stream where we had
+made night camp, and I took more than usual interest, feeling oddly
+relieved to be away from Cassion's presence for an entire day. The man
+irritated me, insisting on a freedom of speech I could not tolerate,
+thus keeping me constantly on defense, never certain when his audacity
+would break bounds. So this morning it was a relief to sit up, free of
+my blanket, and watch the men get under way.
+
+We may have proceeded for half a league, when a fog swept in toward
+the land enveloping us in its folds, although we were close enough to
+the shore so as to keep safely together, the word being passed back
+down the line, and as we drew nearer I became aware that De Artigny's
+boat had turned about, and he was endeavoring to induce Cassion to go
+ashore and make camp before the storm broke. The latter, however, was
+obstinate, claiming we were close enough for safety, and finally, in
+angry voice, insisted upon proceeding on our course.
+
+De Artigny, evidently feeling argument useless, made no reply, but I
+noticed he held back his paddlers, and permitted Cassion's canoe to
+forge ahead. He must have discovered that I was not with Monsieur, for
+I saw him stare intently at each of the other canoes, as though to
+make sure of my presence, shading his eyes with one hand, as he peered
+through the thickening mist. This action evidenced the first
+intimation I had for days of his continued interest in my welfare, and
+my heart throbbed with sudden pleasure. Whether, or not, he felt some
+premonition of danger, he certainly spoke words of instruction to his
+Indian paddlers, and so manipulated his craft as to keep not far
+distant, although slightly farther from shore, than the canoe in which
+I sat.
+
+Cassion had already vanished in the fog, which swept thicker and
+thicker along the surface of the water, the nearer boats becoming mere
+indistinct shadows. Even within my own canoe the faces of those about
+me appeared gray and blurred, as the damp vapor swept over us in dense
+clouds. It was a ghastly scene, rendered more awesome by the glare of
+lightning which seemed to split the vapor, and the sound of thunder
+reverberating from the surface of the lake.
+
+The water, a ghastly, greenish gray, heaved beneath, giving us little
+difficulty, yet terrifying in its suggestion of sullen strength, and
+the shore line was barely discernible to the left as we struggled
+forward. What obstinacy compelled Cassion to keep us at the task I
+know not--perchance a dislike to yield to De Artigny's advice--but the
+sergeant swore to himself, and turned the prow of our canoe inward,
+hugging the shore as closely as he dared, his anxious eyes searching
+every rift in the mist.
+
+Yet, dark and drear as the day was, we had no true warning of the
+approaching storm, for the vapor clinging to the water concealed from
+our sight the clouds above. When it came it burst upon us with mad
+ferocity, the wind whirling to the north, and striking us with all the
+force of three hundred miles of open sea. The mist was swept away with
+that first fierce gust, and we were struggling for life in a wild
+turmoil of waters. I had but a glimpse of it--a glimpse of wild,
+raging sea; of black, scurrying clouds, so close above I could almost
+reach out and touch them; of dimly revealed canoes flung about like
+chips, driving before the blast.
+
+Our own was hurled forward like an arrow, the Indian paddlers working
+like mad to keep stern to the wind, their long hair whipping about.
+The soldiers crouched in the bottom, clinging grimly to any support,
+their white faces exhibiting the abasement of fear. The sergeant alone
+spoke, yelling his orders, as he wielded steering paddle, his hat
+blown from his head, his face ghastly with sudden terror. It was but
+the glimpse of an instant; then a paddle broke, the canoe swung
+sideways, balanced on the crest of a wave and went over.
+
+I was conscious of cries, shrill, instantly smothered, and then I
+sank, struggling hard to keep above water, yet borne down by the
+weight of the canoe. I came up again, choking and half strangled, and
+sought to grip the boat as it whirled past. My fingers found nothing
+to cling to, slipping along the wet keel, until I went down again, but
+this time holding my breath. My water-soaked garments, and heavy shoes
+made swimming almost impossible, yet I struggled to keep face above
+water. Two men had reached the canoe, and had somehow found hold. One
+of these was an Indian, but they were already too far away to aid me,
+and in another moment had vanished in the white crested waves. Not
+another of our boat's crew was visible, nor could I be sure of where
+the shore lay.
+
+Twice I went down, waves breaking over me, and flinging me about like
+a cork. Yet I was conscious, though strangely dazed and hopeless. I
+struggled, but more as if in a dream than in reality. Something black,
+shapeless, seemed to sweep past me through the water; it was borne
+high on a wave, and I flung up my hands in protection; I felt myself
+gripped, lifted partially, then the grasp failed, and I dropped back
+into the churning water. The canoe, or whatever else it was, was gone,
+swept remorselessly past by the raging wind, but as I came up again to
+the surface a hand clasped me, drew me close until I had grip on a
+broad shoulder.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII
+
+ALONE WITH DE ARTIGNY
+
+
+Beyond this I knew nothing; with the coming of help, the sense that I
+was no longer struggling unaided for life in those treacherous waters,
+all strength and consciousness left me. When I again awoke, dazed,
+trembling, a strange blur before my eyes, I was lying upon a sandy
+beach, with a cliff towering above me, its crest tree-lined, and I
+could hear the dash of waves breaking not far distant. I endeavored to
+raise myself to look about, but sank back helpless, fairly struggling
+for breath. An arm lifted my head from the sand, and I stared into a
+face bending above me, at first without recollection.
+
+"Lie still a moment," said a voice gently. "You will breathe easier
+shortly, and regain strength."
+
+I knew my fingers closed on the man's hand convulsively, but the water
+yet blinded my eyes. He must have perceived this for he wiped my face
+with a cloth, and it was then I perceived his face clearly, and
+remembered.
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny!" I exclaimed.
+
+"Of course," he answered. "Who else should it be, Madame? Please do
+not regret my privilege."
+
+"Your privilege; 'tis a strange word you choose, Monsieur," I
+faltered, not yet having control of myself. "Surely I have granted
+none."
+
+"Perchance not, as there was small chance," he answered, evidently
+attempting to speak lightly. "Nor could I wait to ask your leave; yet
+surely I may esteem it a privilege to bring you ashore alive."
+
+"It was you then who saved me? I scarcely understood, Monsieur; I lost
+consciousness, and am dazed in mind. You leaped into the water from
+the canoe?"
+
+"Yes; there was no other course left me. My boat was beyond yours, a
+few yards farther out in the lake, when the storm struck. We were
+partially prepared, for I felt assured there would be trouble."
+
+"You told Monsieur Cassion so," I interrupted, my mind clearing. "It
+was to bring him warning you returned."
+
+"I urged him to land until we could be assured of good weather. My
+Indians agreed with me."
+
+"And he refused to listen; then you permitted your canoe to fall
+behind; you endeavored to keep close to the boat I was in--was that
+not true, Monsieur?"
+
+He laughed, but very softly, and the grave look did not desert his
+eyes.
+
+"You noted me then! Faith, I had no thought you so much as glanced
+toward us. Well, and why should I not? Is it not a man's duty to seek
+to guard your safety in such an hour? Monsieur Cassion did not realize
+the peril, for he knows naught of the treachery of this lake, while I
+have witnessed its sudden storms before, and learned to fear them. So
+I deemed it best to be near at hand. For that you cannot chide me."
+
+"No, no, Monsieur," and I managed to sit up, and escape the pressure
+of his arm. "To do that would be the height of ingratitude. Surely I
+should have died but for your help, yet I hardly know now what
+occurred--you sprang from the canoe?"
+
+"Ay, when I found all else useless. Never did I feel more deadly
+blast; no craft such as ours could face it. We were to your left and
+rear when your canoe capsized, and I bore down toward where you
+struggled in the water. An Indian got grip upon you as we swept by,
+but the craft dipped so that he let go, and then I jumped, for we
+could never come back, and that was the only chance. This is the whole
+story, Madame, except that by God's help, I got you ashore."
+
+I looked into his face, impressed by the seriousness with which he
+spoke.
+
+"I--I thank you, Monsieur," I said, and held out my hand. "It was most
+gallant. Are we alone here? Where are the others?"
+
+"I do not know, Madame," he answered, his tone now that of formal
+courtesy. "'Tis but a short time since we reached this spot, and the
+storm yet rages. May I help you to stand, so you may perceive better
+our situation."
+
+He lifted me to my feet, and I stood erect, my clothes dripping wet,
+and my limbs trembling so that I grasped his arm for support, and
+glanced anxiously about. We were on a narrow sand beach, at the edge
+of a small cove, so protected the waters were comparatively calm,
+although the trees above bowed to the blast, and out beyond the
+headland I could see huge waves, whitened with foam, and perceive the
+clouds of spray flung up by the rocks. It was a wild scene, the roar
+of the breakers loud and continuous, and the black clouds flying above
+with dizzy rapidity. All the horror which I had just passed through
+seemed typified in the scene, and I covered my face with my hands.
+
+"You--you think they--they are all gone?" I asked, forcing the words
+from me.
+
+"Oh, no," he answered eagerly, and his hand touched me. "Do not give
+way to that thought. I doubt if any in your canoe made shore, but the
+others need not be in great danger. They could run before the storm
+until they found some opening in the coast line to yield protection.
+The sergeant was no _voyageur_, and when one of the paddles broke he
+steered wrong. With an Indian there you would have floated."
+
+"Then what can we do?"
+
+"There is naught that I see, but wait. Monsieur Cassion will be blown
+south, but will return when the storm subsides to seek you. No doubt
+he will think you dead, yet will scarcely leave without search. See,
+the sky grows lighter already, and the wind is less fierce. It would
+be my thought to attain the woods yonder, and build a fire to dry our
+clothes; the air chills."
+
+I looked where he pointed, up a narrow rift in the rocks, yet scarcely
+felt strength or courage to attempt the ascent. He must have read this
+in my face, and seen my form shiver as the wind struck my wet
+garments, for he made instant decision.
+
+"Ah, I have a better thought than that, for you are too weak to
+attempt the climb. Here, lie down, Madame, and I will cover you with
+the sand. It is warm and dry. Then I will clamber up yonder, and fling
+wood down; 'twill be but a short time until we have a cheerful blaze
+here."
+
+I shook my head, but he would listen to no negative, and so, at last,
+I yielded to his insistence, and he piled the white sand over me until
+all but my face was covered. To me the position was ridiculous enough,
+yet I appreciated the warmth and protection, and he toiled with
+enthusiasm, his tongue as busy as his hands in effort to make me
+comfortable.
+
+"'Tis the best thing possible; the warmth of your body will dry your
+clothes. Ah, it is turning out a worthy adventure, but will soon be
+over with. The storm is done already, although the waves still beat
+the shore fiercely. 'Tis my thought Monsieur Cassion will be back
+along this way ere dusk, and a canoe can scarce go past without being
+seen while daylight lasts, and at night we will keep a fire. There, is
+that better? You begin to feel warm?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Then lie still, and do not worry. All will come out right in a few
+hours more. Now I will go above, and throw down some dry wood. I shall
+not be out of sight more than a few minutes."
+
+From where I lay, my head on a hummock of sand, my body completely
+buried, I could watch him scale the rocks, making use of the rift in
+the face of the cliff, and finding no great difficulty. At the top he
+looked back, waved his hand, and then disappeared among the trees. All
+was silent about me, except for the dash of distant waves, and the
+rustle of branches far overhead. I gazed up at the sky, where the
+clouds were thinning, giving glimpses of faintest blue, and began to
+collect my own thoughts, and realize my situation.
+
+In spite of my promise to Cassion I was here alone with De Artigny,
+helpless to escape his presence, or to be indifferent for the service
+he had rendered me. Nor had I slightest wish to escape. Even although
+it should be proven that the man was the murderer of my uncle, I could
+not break the influence he had over me, and now, when it was not
+proven, I simply must struggle to believe that he could be the
+perpetrator of the deed. All that I seemed truly conscious of was a
+relief at being free from the companionship of Cassion. I wanted to be
+alone, relieved from his attentions, and the fear of what he might
+attempt next. Beyond this my mind did not go, for I felt weak from the
+struggle in the water, and a mere desire to lie quiet and rest took
+possession of all my faculties.
+
+De Artigny appeared at the edge of the cliff, and called to reassure
+me of his presence. He had his arms filled with broken bits of wood
+which were tossed to the sand, and, a moment later, he descended the
+rift in the wall, and paused beside me.
+
+"No sign of anyone up there," he said, and I felt not regretfully.
+"The canoes must have been blown some distance down the coast."
+
+"Were you able to see far?"
+
+"Ay, several leagues, for we are upon a headland, and there is a wide
+sweep of bay below. The shore line is abrupt, and the waves still
+high. Indeed I saw no spot in all that distance where a boat might
+make safe landing. Are you becoming dry?"
+
+"I am at least warm, and already feel much stronger. Would it not be
+best, Monsieur, for us to scale the cliff, and wait our rescuers
+there, where we can keep lookout?"
+
+"If you feel able to climb the rocks, although the passage is not
+difficult. A boat might pass us by here and never be seen, or know of
+our presence, unless we keep up a fire."
+
+I held out my hand to him, and he helped me to my feet. The warmth of
+the sand while it had not entirely dried my clothing, had given me
+fresh vigor, and I stood erect, requiring no assistance. With this
+knowledge a new assurance seemed to take possession of me, and I
+looked about, and smiled.
+
+"I am glad to know you can laugh," he said eagerly. "I have felt that
+our being thus shipwrecked together was not altogether to your
+liking."
+
+"And why?" I asked, pretending surprise. "Being shipwrecked, of
+course, could scarcely appeal to me, but I am surely not ungrateful to
+you for saving my life."
+
+"As to that, I did no more than any man might be expected to do," he
+protested. "But you have avoided me for weeks past, and it can
+scarcely be pleasant now to be alone with me here."
+
+"Avoided you! Rather should I affirm it was your own choice, Monsieur.
+If I recall aright I gave you my confidence once, long ago on the
+Ottawa, and you refused my request of assistance. Since then you have
+scarcely been of our party."
+
+He hesitated, as though doubtful of what he had best say.
+
+"It was never through indifference as to your welfare," he answered at
+last, "but obedience to orders. I am but an employee on this
+expedition."
+
+My eyes met his.
+
+"Did Monsieur Cassion command that you keep in advance?" I asked, "and
+make your night camps beyond those of the main company?"
+
+"Those were his special orders, for which I saw no need, except
+possibly his desire to keep us separated. Yet I did not know his
+reason, nor was it my privilege to ask. Had Monsieur Cassion any
+occasion to distrust me?"
+
+"I know not as to occasion, Monsieur, but he left Quebec disliking you
+because of our conference there, and some words La Barre spoke gave
+him fresh suspicion that you and I were friends, and should be
+watched. I do not altogether blame the man for he learned early that I
+thought little of him, and held it no honor to be his wife. Yet that
+distrust would have died, no doubt, had it not been fanned into flame
+by accident.
+
+"I was kept in his boat, and every instant guarded by either himself,
+or Pere Allouez, his faithful servitor, until long after we passed
+Montreal, and entered the wilderness. That day I met you on the bluff
+was the first opportunity I had found to be alone. Your crew were
+beyond the rapids, and Cassion felt there could be no danger in
+yielding me liberty, although, had the _pere_ not been ill, 'tis
+doubtful if I had been permitted to disappear alone."
+
+"But he knew naught of our meeting?"
+
+"You mistake, Monsieur. Scarcely had you gone when he appeared, and,
+by chance, noted your footprints, and traced them to where you
+descended the cliff. Of course he had no proof, and I admitted
+nothing, yet he knew the truth, and sought to pledge me not to speak
+with you again."
+
+"And you made such pledge?"
+
+"No; I permitted him to believe that I did, for otherwise there would
+have been an open quarrel. From then until now we have never met."
+
+"No," he burst forth, "but I have been oftentimes nearer you than you
+thought. I could not forget what you said to me at that last meeting,
+or the appeal you made for my assistance. I realize the position you
+are in, Madame, married by force to a man you despise, a wife only in
+name, and endeavoring to protect yourself by wit alone. I could not
+forget all this, nor be indifferent. I have been in your camp at
+night--ay, more than once--dreaming I might be of some aid to you, and
+to assure myself of your safety."
+
+"You have guarded me?"
+
+"As best I could, without arousing the wrath of Monsieur Cassion. You
+are not angry? it was but the duty of a friend."
+
+"No, I am not angry, Monsieur, yet it was not needed. I do not fear
+Cassion, so long as I can protect myself, for if he attempts evil it
+will find some form of treachery. But, Monsieur, later I gave him the
+pledge he asked."
+
+"The pledge! What pledge?"
+
+"That I would neither meet, nor communicate with you until our arrival
+at Fort St. Louis."
+
+My eyes fell before his earnest gaze, and I felt my limbs tremble.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! Why? There was some special cause?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur--listen. Do not believe this is my thought, yet I must
+tell you the truth. Hugo Chevet was found dead, murdered, at St.
+Ignace. 'Twas the morning of our departure, and your boat had already
+gone. Cassion accused you of the crime, as some of the men saw you
+coming from the direction where the body was found late at night, and
+others reported that you two had quarreled the evening before. Cassion
+would have tried you offhand, using his authority as commander of the
+expedition, but promised not to file charges until we reached St.
+Louis, if I made pledge--'twas then I gave him my word."
+
+De Artigny straightened up, the expression on his face one of profound
+astonishment.
+
+"He--he accused me," he asked, "of murder to win your promise?"
+
+"No, Monsieur; he believed the charge true, and I pledged myself to
+assure you a fair trial."
+
+"Then you believed also that I was guilty of the foul crime?"
+
+I caught my breath, yet there was nothing for me to do but give him a
+frank answer.
+
+"I--I have given no testimony, Monsieur," I faltered, "but I--I saw
+you in the moonlight bending over Chevet's dead body."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+
+WE EXCHANGE CONFIDENCES
+
+
+My eyes fell before his; I could not look into his face, yet I had a
+sense that he was actually glad to hear my words. There was no anger,
+rather happiness and relief in the gray eyes.
+
+"And you actually believed I struck the blow? You thought me capable
+of driving a knife into the man's back to gain revenge?"
+
+"Monsieur, what could I think?" I urged eagerly. "It did not seem
+possible, yet I saw you with my own eyes. You knew of the murder, but
+you made no report, raised no alarm, and in the morning your boat was
+gone before the body was found by others."
+
+"True, yet there was a reason which I can confess to you. You also
+discovered the body that night, yet aroused no alarm. I saw you. Why
+did you remain silent? Was it to protect me from suspicion?"
+
+I bent my head, but failed to find words with which to answer. De
+Artigny scarcely permitted me time.
+
+"That is the truth; your silence tells me it was for my sake you
+remained still. Is it not possible, Adele, that my purpose was the
+same? Listen to me, my girl, and have faith in my words--I am not
+guilty of Hugo Chevet's death. I did not like the man, it is true, and
+we exchanged words in anger while loading the boats, but I never gave
+the matter second thought. That was not the first night of this
+journey that I sought to assure myself of your safety.
+
+"I know Monsieur Cassion, and of what he is capable, and felt that
+some time there would occur between you a struggle--so at every
+camping place, where it was possible, I have watched. It was for that
+purpose I approached the Mission House. I gained glimpse within, and
+saw Cassion asleep on a bench, and knew you had retired to the chamber
+above. I was satisfied, and started to return to the camp. On my way
+back I found Chevet's body at the edge of the wood. I discovered how
+he had been killed--a knife thrust in the back."
+
+"But you made no report; raised no alarm."
+
+"I was confused, unable to decide what was best for me to do. I had no
+business being there. My first impulse was to arouse the Mission
+House; my second to return to camp, and tell the men there. With this
+last purpose in view I entered the wood to descend the hill, but had
+hardly done so when I caught sight of you in the moonlight, and
+remained there hidden, watching your movements with horror. I saw you
+go straight to the body, assure yourself the man was dead; then return
+to the Mission House, and enter your room by way of the kitchen roof.
+Do you realize what your actions naturally meant to me?"
+
+I stared at him, scarcely able to speak, yet in some way my lips
+formed words.
+
+"You--you thought I did it?"
+
+"What else could I think? You were hiding there; you examined the
+body; you crept secretly in through the window, and gave no alarm."
+
+The horror of it all struck me like a blow, and I covered my eyes with
+my hands, no longer able to restrain my sobs. De Artigny caught my
+hands, and uncovered my face.
+
+"Do not break down, little girl," he entreated. "It is better so, for
+now we understand each other. You sought to shield me, and I
+endeavored to protect you. 'Twas a strange misunderstanding, and, but
+for the accident to the canoe, might have had a tragic ending."
+
+"You would never have told?"
+
+"Of seeing you there? of suspecting you? Could you think that
+possible?"
+
+"But you would have been condemned; the evidence was all against
+you."
+
+"Let us not talk of that now," he insisted. "We have come back to a
+faith in each other. You believe my word?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And I yours."
+
+His hand clasp tightened, and there was that in his eyes which
+frightened me.
+
+"No, no, Monsieur," I exclaimed, and drew back quickly. "Do not say
+more, for I am here with you alone, and there will be trouble enough
+when Cassion returns."
+
+"Do I not know that," he said, yet releasing my hands. "Still it
+can surely do no harm for us to understand each other. You care
+nothing for Cassion; you dislike, despise the man, and there is
+naught sacred in your marriage. We are in the wilderness, not
+Quebec, and La Barre has little authority here. You have protected me
+with your silence--was it not because you cared for me?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; you have been my friend."
+
+"Your friend! Is that all?"
+
+"Is that not enough, Monsieur? I like you well; I would save you from
+injustice. You could not respect me if I said more, for I am Monsieur
+Cassion's wife by rite of Holy Church. I do not fear him--he is a
+coward; but I fear dishonor, Monsieur, for I am Adele la Chesnayne. I
+would respect myself, and you."
+
+The light of conquest vanished from the gray eyes. For a moment he
+stood silent and motionless; then he drew a step backward, and bowed.
+
+"Your rebuke is just, Madame," he said soberly.
+
+"We of the frontier grow careless in a land where might is right, and
+I have had small training save in camp and field. I crave your pardon
+for my offense."
+
+So contrite was his expression I had to smile, realizing for the first
+time the depth of his interest in my good will, yet the feeling which
+swayed me was not altogether that of pleasure. He was not one to yield
+so quietly, or to long restrain the words burning his tongue, yet I
+surrendered to my first impulse, and extended my hand.
+
+"There is nothing to pardon, Sieur de Artigny," I said frankly. "There
+is no one to whom I owe more of courtesy than you. I trust you fully,
+and believe your word, and in return I ask the same faith. Under the
+conditions confronting us we must aid each other. We have both made
+mistakes in thus endeavoring to shield one another from suspicion,
+and, as a result, are both equally in peril. Our being alone together
+here will enrage Monsieur Cassion, and he will use all his power for
+revenge. My testimony will only make your case more desperate should I
+confess what I know, and you might cast suspicion upon me--"
+
+"You do not believe I would."
+
+"No, I do not, and yet, perchance, it might be better for us both if I
+made full confession. I hesitate merely because Cassion would doubt my
+word; would conclude that I merely sought to protect you. Before
+others--fair-minded judges at St. Louis--I should have no hesitancy in
+telling the whole story, for there is nothing I did of which I am
+ashamed, but here, where Cassion has full authority, such a confession
+would mean your death."
+
+"He would not dare; I am an officer of the Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"The more reason why he would. I know Monsieur Cassion even better
+than you do. He has conversed with me pretty freely in the boat, and
+made clear his hatred of La Salle, and his desire to do him evil. No
+fear of your chief will ever deter him, for he believes La Barre has
+sufficient power now in this country to compel obedience. I overheard
+the Governor's orders to keep you under close surveillance, and
+Cassion will jump at the chance of finding you guilty of crime. Now my
+broken pledge gives him ample excuse."
+
+"But it was not broken except through necessity," he urged. "He surely
+cannot blame you because I saved your life."
+
+"I doubt if that has slightest weight. All he will care about is our
+being here alone together. That fact will obscure all else in his
+mind."
+
+"He believes then that you feel interest in me?"
+
+"I have never denied it; the fact which rankles, however, is his
+knowledge that I feel no interest whatever in him. But we waste time,
+Monsieur, in fruitless discussion. Our only course is a discovery of
+Hugo Chevet's real murderer. Know you anything to warrant suspicion?"
+
+De Artigny did not answer at once, his eyes looking out on the white
+crested waters of the lake.
+
+"No, Madame," he said at length gravely. "The last time Chevet was
+seen alive, so far as I now know, was when he left the boats in
+company with Monsieur Cassion to return to the Mission House."
+
+"At dusk?"
+
+"It was already quite dark."
+
+"They did not arrive together, and Cassion reported that Chevet had
+remained at the beach in charge of the canoes."
+
+"You saw Cassion when he arrived?"
+
+"Yes, and before; I was at the window, and watched him approach across
+the open space. He was alone, and appeared at ease."
+
+"What did he do, and say, after he entered the house?"
+
+"Absolutely nothing to attract notice; he seemed very weary, and, as
+soon as he had eaten, lay down on the bench, and fell asleep."
+
+"Are you sure he slept?"
+
+"I felt no doubt; there was nothing strange about his actions, but as
+soon as possible I left the room. You surely do not suspect him?"
+
+"He was the last to be seen with Chevet; they left the beach together,
+yet the murdered man failed to appear at the Mission House, and
+Cassion falsely reported him left in charge at the beach."
+
+"But no one could act so indifferent, after just committing such a
+crime. When you looked in through the window what did you see?"
+
+"Only the priests about the table talking, and Cassion seemingly sound
+asleep. Could there be any reason why he should desire the death of
+Chevet?"
+
+"I know of none. My uncle felt bitter over the concealment of my
+fortune, and no doubt the two had exchanged words, but there was no
+open quarrel. Chevet was rough and headstrong, yet he was not killed
+in fight, for the knife thrust was from behind."
+
+"Ay, a coward's blow. Chevet possessed no papers of value?"
+
+I shook my head.
+
+"If so, no mention was ever made to me. But, Monsieur, you are still
+wet, and must be cold in this wind. Why do you not build the fire, and
+dry your clothing?"
+
+"The wind does have an icy feel," he admitted, "but this is a poor
+spot. Up yonder in the wood shadow there is more warmth, and besides
+it affords better outlook for the canoes. Have you strength now to
+climb the bluff?"
+
+"The path did not appear difficult, and it is dreary enough here. I
+will try."
+
+I did not even require his aid, and was at the top nearly as soon as
+he. It was a pleasant spot, a heavy forest growing almost to the edge,
+but with green carpet of grass on which one could rest, and gaze off
+across the wide waste of waters. Yet there was little to attract the
+eyes except the ceaseless roll of the waves, and the curve of the
+coast line, against which the breakers still thundered, casting high
+in air their white spray. It was a wild, desolate scene, a wilderness
+wherever the eyes turned.
+
+I stood silent, gazing to the southward, but there were no canoes
+visible, although the storm had ceased, and the waves were no longer
+high enough to prevent their return. They must have been driven below
+the distant point, and possibly so injured as to make repairs
+necessary. When I finally turned away I found that De Artigny had
+already lighted a fire with flint and steel in a little hollow within
+the forest. He called to me to join him.
+
+"There is nothing to see," he said, "and the warmth is welcome. You
+had no glimpse of the boats?"
+
+"No," I admitted. "Do you really believe they survived?"
+
+"There was no reason why they should not, if properly handled. I have
+controlled canoes in far worse storms. They are doubtless safely
+ashore beyond the point yonder."
+
+"And will return seeking us?"
+
+"Seeking you, at least. Cassion will learn what occurred, and
+certainly will never depart without seeking to discover if you are
+alive. The thought that you may be with me will only serve to spur him
+to quicker action. My fear is he may be delayed by some accident, and
+we might suffer from lack of food."
+
+"I had not thought how helpless we were."
+
+"Oh, we are not desperate," and he laughed, getting up from his knees.
+"You forget I am bred to this life, and have been alone in the
+wilderness without arms before. The woods are full of game, and it is
+not difficult to construct traps, and the waters are filled with fish
+which I will devise some means of catching. You are not afraid to be
+left alone?"
+
+"No," in surprise. "Where are you going?"
+
+"To learn more of our surroundings, and arrange some traps for wild
+game. I will not be away long but someone should remain here to signal
+any canoe returning in search."
+
+I watched him disappear among the trees, without regret, or slightest
+sense of fear at thus being left alone. The fire burned brightly, and
+I rested where the grateful warmth put new life into my body. The
+silence was profound, depressing, and a sense of intense loneliness
+stole over me. I felt a desire to get away from the gloom of the
+woods, and climbed the bank to where I could look out once more across
+the waters.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX
+
+I CHOOSE MY DUTY
+
+
+The view outspread before me revealed nothing new; the same dread
+waste of water extended to the horizon, while down the shore no
+movement was visible. As I rested there, oppressed by the loneliness,
+I felt little hope that the others of our party had escaped without
+disaster.
+
+De Artigny's words of cheer had been spoken merely to encourage me, to
+make me less despondent. Deep down in his heart the man doubted the
+possibility of those frail canoes withstanding the violence of the
+storm. It was this thought which had made him so anxious to secure
+food, for, if the others survived, and would return seeking us, as he
+asserted, surely they would appear before nightfall, and there would
+be no necessity for our snaring wild game in order to preserve life.
+
+De Artigny did not believe his own words; I even suspicioned that he
+had gone now alone to explore the shore-line; seeking to discover the
+truth, and the real fate of our companions. At first this conception
+of our situation startled me, and yet, strange as it may seem, my
+realization brought no deep regret. I was conscious of a feeling of
+freedom, of liberty, such as had not been mine since we departed from
+Quebec. I was no longer watched, spied upon, my every movement
+ordered, my speech criticized. More, I was delivered from the hated
+presence of Cassion, ever reminding me that I was his wife, and
+continually threatening to exercise his authority. Ay, and I was with
+De Artigny, alone with him, and the joy of this was so deep that I
+came to a sudden realization of the truth--I loved him.
+
+In a way I must have known this before, yet, not until that moment,
+did the fact dawn upon me in full acknowledgement. I sank my head on
+my hands, my breath quickened by surprise, by shame, and felt my
+cheeks burn. I loved him, and believed he loved me. I knew then that
+all the happiness of life centered in this one fact; while between us
+arose the shadow of Cassion, my husband. True I loved him not; true I
+was to him wife only in name; true our marriage was a thing of shame,
+yet no less a fact, no less a barrier. I was a La Chesnayne to whom
+honor was a religion; a Catholic bowing humbly to the vow of Holy
+Church; a Frenchwoman taught that marriage was a sacred rite.
+
+The knowledge of my love for De Artigny brought me more fear than
+pleasure. I dare not dream, or hope; I must escape his presence while
+I retained moral strength to resist temptation. I got to my feet, not
+knowing what I could do, yet with a wild conception of returning to
+the beach, and seeking to find a passage southward. I would go now
+along the shore, before De Artigny came back, and meet those returning
+canoes. In such action lay my only safety--he would find me gone,
+would trace me along the sand, yet before I could be caught, I would
+have met the others, and thus escape the peril of being alone with him
+again.
+
+Even as I reached this decision, something arose in my throat and
+choked me, for my eyes saw just outside the curve of the shore-line, a
+canoe emerge from the shadows of the bluff. I cannot picture the
+reaction, the sudden shrinking fear which, in that instant, mastered
+me. They were coming, seeking me; coming to drag me back into slavery;
+coming to denounce De Artigny of crime, and demand his life.
+
+I know not which thought dominated me--my own case, or his; but I
+realized instantly what course Cassion would pursue. His hatred of De
+Artigny would be fanned into flame by discovery that we were alone
+together. He possessed the power, the authority to put this man
+forever out of his way. To save him there remained but one possible
+plan--he must reach Fort St. Louis, and friends before Cassion could
+bring him to trial. It was in my power to permit his escape from
+discovery, mine alone. If I did otherwise I should be his murderer.
+
+I sank down out of sight, yet my decision was made in an instant. It
+did not seem to me then as though any other course could be taken.
+That De Artigny was innocent I had no doubt. I loved him, this I no
+longer denied to myself; and I could not possibly betray the man to
+the mad vengeance of Cassion. I peered forth, across the ridge of
+earth concealing me from observation, at the distant canoe. It was too
+far away for me to be certain of its occupants, yet I assured myself
+that Indians were at the paddles, while three others, whose dress
+designated them as whites, occupied places in the boat. The craft kept
+close to the shore, evidently searching for any sign of the lost
+canoe, and the man in the stern stood up, pointing, and evidently
+giving orders. There was that about the fellow's movements to convince
+me he must be Cassion, and the very sight of him strengthened my
+resolve.
+
+I turned, and ran down the bank to where the fire yet glowed dully in
+the hollow, emitting a faint spiral of blue smoke, dug dirt up with my
+hands, and covered the coals, until they were completely extinguished.
+Then I crept back to the bluff summit, and lay down to watch.
+
+The canoe rounded the curve in the shore, and headed straight across
+toward where I rested in concealment. Their course would keep them too
+far away from the little strip of sand on which we had landed to
+observe the imprint of our feet, or the pile of wood De Artigny had
+flung down. I observed this with an intense feeling of relief, as I
+peered cautiously out from my covert.
+
+I could see now clearly the faces of those in the canoe--the dark,
+expressionless countenances of the Indians, and the three white men,
+all gazing intently at the shore line, as they swept past, a soldier
+in the bow, and Pere Allouez and Cassion at the stern, the latter
+standing, gripping the steering paddle. The sound of his rasping,
+disagreeable voice reached me first.
+
+"This is the spot," he exclaimed, pointing. "I saw that headland just
+before the storm struck. But there is no wreck here, no sign of
+landing. What is your judgment, Pere?"
+
+"That further search is useless, Monsieur," answered the priest. "We
+have covered the entire coast, and found no sign of any survivor; no
+doubt they were all lost."
+
+"'Tis likely true, for there was small hope for any swimmer in such a
+sea." Cassion's eyes turned to the others in the boat. "And you,
+Descartes, you were in the canoe with the Sieur de Artigny, tell us
+again what happened, and if this be not the place."
+
+The soldier in the bow lifted his head.
+
+"I know little of the place, Monsieur," he answered gruffly, "though
+it would seem as if I recalled the forked tree yonder, showing through
+a rift in the fog. All I know is that one of the paddles broke in the
+sergeant's canoe, and over they went into the water. 'Twas as quick as
+that," and he snapped his fingers, "and then a head or two bobbed up,
+but the canoe swept over them, and down they went again. Sieur de
+Artigny held our steering paddle, and, in an instant, he swung us that
+way, and there was the lady struggling. I reached out and touched her,
+but lost hold, and then the Sieur de Artigny leaped overboard, and the
+storm whirled us off into the fog. I saw no more."
+
+"You do not know that he reached her?"
+
+"No, Monsieur; the lady sank when I lost my grip; I do not even know
+if she came up again."
+
+Cassion stood motionless, staring intently at the bluff. I almost
+thought he must have seen me, but there was no outcry, and finally he
+seated himself.
+
+"Go on, round the long point yonder, and if there is no sign there we
+will return," he said grimly. "'Tis my thought they were all drowned,
+and there is no need of our seeking longer. Pull on boys, and let us
+finish the job."
+
+They rounded the point, the Pere talking earnestly, but the canoe so
+far away I could not overhear his words. Cassion paid small heed to
+what he urged, but, at last, angrily bade him be still, and, after a
+glance into the narrow basin beyond, swung the bow of the canoe about,
+and headed it southward, the return course further off shore. The
+Indians paddled with renewed energy, and, in a few moments, they were
+so far away their faces were indistinguishable, and I ventured to sit
+on the bank, my gaze still on the vanishing canoe.
+
+So intent was I that I heard no sound of approaching footsteps, and
+knew nothing of De Artigny's presence until he spoke.
+
+"What is that yonder--a canoe?"
+
+I started, shrinking back, suddenly realizing what I had done, and the
+construction he might place upon my action.
+
+"Yes," I answered faintly, "it--it is a canoe."
+
+"But it is headed south; it is going away," he paused, gazing into my
+face. "Did it not come this far?"
+
+I hesitated; he had furnished me with an excuse, a reason. I could
+permit him to believe the boat had not approached close enough to be
+signaled. It was, for an instant, a temptation, yet as I looked into
+his eyes I could not tell the lie. More, I felt the uselessness of any
+such attempt to deceive; he would discover the fire extinguished by
+dirt thrown on it, and thus learn the truth. Far better that I confess
+frankly, and justify my action.
+
+"The canoe came here," I faltered, my voice betraying me. "It went
+around the point yonder, and then returned."
+
+"And you made no signal? You let them go, believing us dead?"
+
+I could not look at him, and I felt my cheeks burn with shame.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; but listen. No, do not touch me. Perhaps it was all
+wrong, yet I thought it right. I lay here, hidden from view, and
+watched them; I extinguished the fire so they could not see the smoke.
+They came so near I could hear their voices, and distinguish their
+words, yet I let them pass."
+
+"Who were in the canoe?"
+
+"Besides the Indians, Cassion, Pere Allouez, and the soldier
+Descartes."
+
+"He was with me."
+
+"So I learned from his tale; 'twas he who sought to lift me from the
+water, and failed. Do you realize, Monsieur, why I chose to remain
+unseen? Why I have done what must seem an unwomanly act?"
+
+He was still gazing after the canoe, now a mere speck amid the waste
+of waters, but turned and looked into my face.
+
+"No, Madame, yet I cannot deem your reason an unworthy one--yet wait;
+could it be fear for my life?"
+
+"It was that, and that only, Monsieur. The truth came to me in a flash
+when I first perceived the canoe approaching yonder. I felt that hate
+rather than love urged Cassion to make search for us. He knew of your
+attempt at rescue, and if he found us here together alone, he would
+care for nothing save revenge. He has the power, the authority to
+condemn you, and have you shot. I saw no way to preserve your life,
+but to keep you out of his grip, until you were with your friends at
+Fort St. Louis."
+
+"You sacrificed yourself for me?"
+
+"'Tis no more than you did when you leaped from the canoe."
+
+"_Pah_, that was a man's work; but now you risk more than life; you
+peril reputation--"
+
+"No, Monsieur; no more, at least, than it was already imperiled.
+Cassion need never know that I saw his searching party, and surely no
+one can justly blame me for being rescued from death. One does not
+ask, in such a moment, who the rescuer is. I feel I have chosen right,
+Monsieur, and yet I must trust you to never cause me to regret that I
+am the wife of Monsieur Cassion."
+
+To my surprise his face brightened, his eyes smiling, as he bowed low
+before me.
+
+"Your confidence shall not be betrayed, Madame," he said gallantly. "I
+pledge you my discretion whatever circumstances may arise. There is no
+cur in the De Artigny strain, and I fight my own battles. Some day I
+shall be face to face with Francois Cassion, and if then I fail to
+strike home it will be memory of your faith which restrains my hand.
+And now I rejoice that I can make your sacrifice less grievous."
+
+"In what way, Monsieur?"
+
+"In that we are no longer entirely alone in our wilderness adventure.
+I have fortunately brought back with me a comrade, whose presence will
+rob Cassion of some sharpness of tongue. Shall we go meet him?"
+
+"Meet him! a man, you mean? One rescued from the canoe?"
+
+"No, but more likely to serve us a good turn--a soldier under Monsieur
+de la Durantaye, who has camp below at the portage to the Des Plaines.
+Out yonder I ran onto him, bearing some message from Green Bay--an odd
+fellow, but with a gun at his shoulder, and a tongue with which to
+tell the truth on occasion. Come, Madame, there is naught now you need
+to fear."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI
+
+WE DECIDE OUR COURSE
+
+
+With a feeling of relief in my heart, a sense that my reputation was
+safe, and that the good God had set the seal of His approval on the
+choice made, I accepted De Artigny's outstretched hand, and permitted
+him to assist me down the bank. The new arrival was just within the
+edge of the forest, bending over a freshly kindled fire, barely
+commencing to blaze, and beside him on the grass lay a wild fowl,
+already plucked of its feathers. So intent was the fellow at his task,
+he did not even lift his head until my companion hailed him.
+
+"Barbeau, here is the lady of whom I spoke--the wife of Monsieur
+Cassion."
+
+He stood up, and made me a salute as though I were an officer, as odd
+a looking little man as ever I had seen, with a small, peaked face, a
+mop of black hair, and a pair of shrewd, humorous eyes. His dress was
+that of a _courier du bois_, with no trace of uniform save the blue
+forage cap gripped in one hand, yet he stood stiff as if on parade. In
+spite of his strange, uncouth appearance there was that in his face
+which won my favor, and I held out my hand.
+
+"You are a soldier of France, Monsieur de Artigny tells me."
+
+"Yes, Madame, of the Regiment Carignan-Salliers," he answered.
+
+"I wonder have you served long? My father was an officer in that
+command--Captain la Chesnayne."
+
+The expression on the man's face changed magically.
+
+"You the daughter of Captain la Chesnayne," he exclaimed, the words
+bursting forth uncontrolled, "and married to Cassion! how can this
+be?"
+
+"You knew him then--my father?"
+
+"Ay, Madame; I was with him at the Richelieu, at the village of the
+Mohawks; and at Bois le Blanc, where he died. I am Jacques Barbeau, a
+soldier for twenty years; did he not speak to you of me?"
+
+"I was but a girl when he was killed, and we seldom met, for he was
+usually on campaign. Yet what do you mean by thus expressing surprise
+at my marriage to Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+He hesitated, evidently regretting his impulsive speech, and glancing
+from my face into the stern eyes of De Artigny.
+
+"Monsieur, Madame, I spoke hastily; it was not my place."
+
+"That may be true, Barbeau," replied the Sieur grimly, "yet the words
+have been said, and the lady has a right to have them explained. Was
+there quarrel between her father and this Francois Cassion?"
+
+"Ay, there was, and bitter, although I know nothing as to the cause.
+Cassion, and La Barre--he whom I now hear is Governor of New
+France--were alike opposed to Captain la Chesnayne, and but for
+reports they made he would have been the colonel. He struck Cassion in
+the mess tent, and they were to fight the very morning the Iroquois
+met us at Bois le Blanc. 'Twas the talk of the men that the captain
+was shot from behind."
+
+"By Cassion?"
+
+"That I cannot say; yet the bullet entered behind the ear, for I was
+first to reach him, and he had no other enemy in the Regiment
+Carignan-Salliers. The feeling against M. Cassion was so strong that
+he resigned in a few months. You never heard this?"
+
+I could not answer, but stood silent with bowed head. I felt De
+Artigny place his hand on my shoulder.
+
+"The lady did not know," he said gravely, as though he felt the
+necessity of an explanation. "She was at school in a convent at
+Quebec, and no rumor reached her. She is thankful to you for what you
+have said, Barbeau, and can trust you as her father's friend and
+comrade. May I tell him the truth, Madame? The man may have other
+information of value."
+
+I looked at the soldier, and his eyes were grave and honest.
+
+"Yes," I answered, "it can do no harm."
+
+De Artigny's hand was still on my shoulder, but his glance did not
+seek my face.
+
+"There is some low trick here, Barbeau," he began soberly, "but the
+details are not clear. Madame has trusted me as a friend, and confided
+all she knows, and I will tell the facts to you as I understand them.
+False reports were made to France regarding Captain la Chesnayne. We
+have not learned what they were, or who made them, but they were so
+serious that Louis, by royal decree, issued order that his estates
+revert to the crown. Later La Chesnayne's friends got the ear of the
+King, no doubt through Frontenac, ever loyal to him, and by royal
+order the estates were restored to his ownership. This order of
+restoration reached Quebec soon after La Barre was appointed Governor,
+and was never made public. It was suppressed by someone, and La
+Chesnayne was killed three months later, without knowing that he had
+won the favor of the King."
+
+"But Cassion knew; he was ever hand in glove with La Barre."
+
+"We have cause to suspect so, and now, after listening to your tale,
+to believe that Captain la Chesnayne's death was part of a carefully
+formed plot. By accident the lady here learned of the conspiracy,
+through overhearing a conversation, but was discovered by La Barre
+hiding behind the curtains of his office. To keep her quiet she was
+forced into marriage with Francois Cassion, and bidden to accompany
+him on this journey to Fort St. Louis."
+
+"I see," commented Barbeau shrewdly. "Such marriage would place the
+property in their control by law. Had Cassion sought marriage
+previously?"
+
+His eyes were upon me as he asked the question, and I answered him
+frankly.
+
+"He visited often at the home of my Uncle, Hugo Chevet, and, while he
+never spoke to me directly of marriage, I was told he desired me for
+his wife and at the palace he so presented me to Monsieur La Barre."
+
+"On pledge of Chevet, no doubt. Your uncle knew of your fortune?"
+
+"No; he supposed me penniless; he thought it a great honor done me by
+the favorite of the Governor's. 'Twas my belief he expected some
+reward for persuading me to accept the offer."
+
+"And this Chevet--what became of him?"
+
+"He accompanied us on the journey, also upon order of Monsieur la
+Barre, who, no doubt, thought he would be safer in the wilderness than
+in Quebec. He was murdered at St. Ignace."
+
+"Murdered?"
+
+"Ay, struck down from behind with a knife. No one knows who did it,
+but Cassion has charged the crime against Sieur de Artigny, and
+circumstances are such he will find it difficult to prove his
+innocence."
+
+The soldier stood silent, evidently reviewing in his mind all that had
+been told him, his eyes narrowed into slits as he gazed thoughtfully
+at us both.
+
+"_Bah_," he exclaimed at last, "the riddle is not so hard to read,
+although, no doubt the trick has been well played. I know Governor La
+Barre, and this Francois Cassion, for I have served under both, while
+Monsieur la Chesnayne was my Captain, and friend. I was not always a
+soldier, Madame, and once I sought holy orders, but the flesh was
+weak. However, the experiment gave me education, and led to
+comradeship with those above me in station--discipline in the
+wilderness is not rigid. Many a night at the campfire have I talked
+with my captain. And I have heard before of this Sieur de Artigny, and
+of how loyally he has served M. de la Salle. Monsieur de Tonty told
+the tale to M. de la Durantaye, mayhap a month ago, and I overheard.
+So I possess faith in him as a gallant man, and have desire to serve
+you both. May I tell you what, in my judgment, seems best for you to
+do?"
+
+I glanced at De Artigny, and his eyes gave me courage.
+
+"Monsieur, you are a French soldier," I answered, "an educated man
+also, and my father's friend. I will listen gladly."
+
+His eyes smiled, and he swept the earth with his cap.
+
+"Then my plan is this--leave Monsieur Cassion to go his way, and let
+me be your guide southward. I know the trails, and the journey is not
+difficult. M. de la Durantaye is camped at the portage of the Des
+Plaines, having but a handful of men to be sure, yet he is a gallant
+officer, and no enemy to La Salle, although he serves the Governor. He
+will see justice done, and give you both safe convoy to Fort St.
+Louis, where De Tonty knows how to protect his officers. Faith! I
+would like to see Francois Cassion try to browbeat that one armed
+Italian--'twould be one time he would meet his match."
+
+De Artigny laughed.
+
+"Ay, you are right there, my friend. I have felt the iron-hook, and
+witnessed how he wins his way with white and red. Yet he is no longer
+in command at Fort St. Louis; I bring him orders now from Sieur de la
+Salle bidding him not to interfere with the Governor's lieutenants.
+'Tis the Chevalier De Baugis with whom we must reckon."
+
+"True, he has control, and men enough, with Cassion's party, to
+enforce his order. And he is a hothead, conceited, and holding himself
+a bit better than others, because he bears commission in the King's
+Dragoons. 'Tis said that he and De Tonty have had many a stiff quarrel
+since he came; but he dare not go too far. There are good men there
+ready to draw sword if it ever come to blows--De Tonty, Boisrondet,
+L'Espirance, De Marle, and the Algonquins camped on the plain below.
+They would be tigers if the Italian spoke the word; while I doubt not
+M. de la Durantaye would throw his influence on the side of mercy; he
+has small love for the Captain of Dragoons."
+
+I spoke quickly, and before De Artigny could voice decision.
+
+"We will accept your guidance, Monsieur. It is the best choice, and
+now the only one, for the time is past when we can expect the return
+of the canoes. Can we not at once begin the journey?"
+
+It was an hour later, after we had eaten, that we left the bluff, and
+turned westward into the great woods. Barbeau led the way, moving
+along the bank of a small stream, and I followed, with De Artigny
+close behind. As we had nothing to carry, except the soldier's rifle
+and blanket, we made rapid progress, and in less than half an hour, we
+came to the Indian trail, which led southward from Green Bay to the
+head waters of the Des Plaines. It was so faint and dim, a mere trace
+through forest depths, that I would have passed it by unseen, but both
+my companions were woodsmen, and there was no sign their trained eyes
+overlooked.
+
+Once in the trail, however, there was no difficulty in following it,
+although it twisted here and there, in the avoiding of obstacles, ever
+seeking the easier route. Barbeau had passed this way before, and
+recalled many a land-mark, occasionally turning, and pointing out to
+us certain peculiarities he had observed on his journey north. Once he
+held us motionless while he crept aside, through an intervening fringe
+of trees to the shore of a small lake, coming back with two fine ducks
+dangling from his shoulder.
+
+Before dark we halted in a little opening, the grass green underfoot,
+and a bank of trees all about, and made night camp. There was water
+near at hand, and the fire quickly built gave cheer to the scene, as
+the men prepared supper. The adventures of the day had wearied me, and
+I was very content to lie on Barbeau's blanket, and watch them work.
+While the soldier cooked, De Artigny swiftly erected a shelter of
+boughs, within which I was to pass the night. After we had eaten, I
+retired at once, yet for a long time could not sleep, but lay looking
+out at the two men seated before the fire smoking. I could hear their
+voices, and scraps of conversation--De Artigny telling the tale of the
+exploration of the great river to its mouth in the salt sea, and
+Barbeau relating many a strange adventure in the wilderness. It was a
+scene long to be remembered--the black shadows all about, the silence
+of the great woods, the sense of loneliness, the red and yellow flames
+of the fire, and the two men telling tales of wild adventure amid the
+unknown.
+
+At last they grew weary also, and lay down, pillowed their heads on
+their arms, and rested motionless. My own eyes grew heavy, and I fell
+asleep.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+
+WE MEET WITH DANGER
+
+
+It was late in the afternoon of the second day when we arrived at the
+forks of the Chicago river. There was a drizzle of rain in the air,
+and never saw I a more desolate spot; a bare, dreary plain, and away
+to the eastward a glimpse of the lake.
+
+A hut of logs, a mere shack scarcely fit for shelter, stood on a
+slight eminence, giving wide view in every direction, but it was
+unoccupied, the door ajar. Barbeau, in advance, stared at it in
+surprise, gave utterance to an oath, and ran forward to peer within.
+Close behind him I caught a glimpse of the interior, my own heart
+heavy with disappointment.
+
+If this miserable place had been the headquarters of M. de la
+Durantaye, evidently it was so no longer. Not a vestige of occupancy
+remained, save a rotten blanket on the floor, and a broken bench in
+one corner. Rude bunks lined two walls, and a table hewed from a log
+stood in the center of the dirt floor. On this was a paper pinned to
+the wood by a broken knife blade. Barbeau grasped it, and read the
+writing, handing it back to me. It was a scrawl of a few words, yet
+told the whole story.
+
+  "Francois Cassion, under commission of Governor la Barre, arrived
+  with party of soldiers and Indians. At his orders we accompany the
+  force to Fort St. Louis.
+
+                                                  "De la Durantaye."
+
+"Perhaps it is as well," commented De Artigny lightly. "At least as
+far as my good health goes; but 'tis like to make a hard journey for
+you, Madame."
+
+"Is it far yet until we attain the fort?"
+
+"A matter of twenty-five leagues; of no moment had we a boat in which
+to float down stream, but the trail, as I remember, is rough."
+
+"Perchance there may be a boat," interrupted Barbeau. "There was the
+wreck of an Indian canoe a mile below here on the Des Plaines, not so
+damaged as to be beyond repair, and here is a hatchet which we will
+find useful." He stooped and picked it up from under the bench. "One
+thing is certain--'tis useless to remain here; they have left the
+place as bare as a desert. 'Tis my choice that we make the Des Plaines
+before dark."
+
+"And mine also; are you too greatly wearied, Madame?"
+
+"I? Oh, no! to escape this desolate place I will go gladly. Have men
+really lived here?"
+
+"Ay, more than once," replied De Artigny. "'Tis said the _engages_ of
+Pere Marquette built this hut, and that it sheltered him an entire
+winter. Twice I have been here before, once for weeks, waiting the
+arrival of the _Griffin_, alone with Sieur de la Salle."
+
+"The _Griffin_?"
+
+"The ship which was to bring us provisions and men. 'Twas a year later
+we learned that she went down in the sea, with all aboard. How long
+was M. de la Durantaye on station here?" he turned to Barbeau.
+
+"'Tis three months since we came from St. Ignace--a dreary time
+enough, and for what purpose I could never guess. In that time all we
+have seen has been Indian hunters. I cannot bear to remain even for
+another night. Are we ready, Madame? Shall we go?"
+
+The Des Plaines was a narrow stream, flowing quietly through prairie
+land, although bordered along its shores by a thin fringe of trees. We
+moved down along its eastern bank for perhaps a half league, when we
+came to the edge of a swamp and made camp. De Artigny built a fire,
+and prepared my tent of boughs, while Barbeau waded out around a point
+in search of the wrecked canoe. He came back just at dusk towing it
+behind him through the shallow water, and the two men managed to drag
+it far enough up the bank to enable the water to drain out. Later,
+aided by a flaming torch, we looked it over, and decided the canoe
+could be made to float again. It required two days' work, however,
+before we ventured to trust ourselves to its safety.
+
+But the dawn of the third day saw us afloat on the sluggish current,
+the two men plying improvised paddles to increase our speed, while I
+busied myself in keeping the frail craft free from water by constant
+use of a tin cup. This oozed in through numerous ill-fitting seams,
+but not fast enough to swamp us in midstream, although the amount
+gained steadily on me in spite of every effort, and we occasionally
+had to make shore to free us of the encumbrance.
+
+Yet this voyage south along the Des Plaines was far from unpleasant,
+despite the labor involved and the discomfort of the leaking canoe.
+The men were full of cheer and hope, some of it possibly assumed to
+strengthen my courage, but no less effective--Barbeau telling many an
+anecdote of his long service in strange places, exhibiting a sense of
+humor which kept us in continuous laughter. He was, indeed, a typical
+adventurer, gay and debonair in presence of peril, and apparently
+without a care in the world. De Artigny caught something of the
+fellow's spirit, being young enough himself to love excitement, and
+related in turn, to the music of the splashing paddles, numerous
+incidents of his wild exploits with La Salle and De Tonty along the
+great rivers of the West.
+
+It all interested me, these glimpses of rough forest life, and I
+questioned them both eagerly, learning many a truth the histories fail
+to tell. Particularly did I listen breathlessly to the story of their
+adventurous first voyage along the Illinois, following the trail of
+raiding Iroquois, amid scenes of death and destruction. The very
+horrors pictured fascinated me even, although the grim reality was
+completely beyond my power of imagination.
+
+'Twas thus we passed the hours of daylight, struggling with the
+current, forcing our way past obstacles, seeking the shore to drain
+off water, every moment bringing to us a new vista, and a new peril,
+yet ever encouraged by memory of those who had toiled along this
+stream before us. At night, under the stars and beside the blaze of
+campfire, Barbeau sang rollicking soldier songs, and occasionally De
+Artigny joined him in the choruses. To all appearances we were
+absolutely alone in the desolation of the wilderness. Not once in all
+that distance did we perceive sign of human life, nor had we cause to
+feel the slightest uneasiness regarding savage enemies.
+
+Both men believed there was peace in the valley, except for the
+jealousy between the white factions at Fort St. Louis, and that the
+various Algonquin tribes were living quietly in their villages under
+protection of the Rock. De Artigny described what a wonderful sight it
+was, looking down from the high palisades to the broad meadows below,
+covered with tepees, and alive with peaceful Indians. He named the
+tribes which had gathered there for protection, trusting in La Salle,
+and believing De Tonty their friend--Illini, Shawnees, Abenakies,
+Miamis, Mohegans--at one time reaching a total of twenty thousand
+souls. There they camped, guarded by the great fort towering above
+them, on the same sacred spot where years before the Jesuit Marquette
+had preached to them the gospel of the Christ. So we had no fear of
+savages, and rested in peace at our night camps, singing aloud, and
+sleeping without guard. Every day Barbeau went ashore for an hour,
+with his rifle, tramping along beside us through the shadowing forest
+screen, seeking game, and always coming back with plenty. We would
+hear the sharp report of his gun breaking the silence, and turn the
+prow of our canoe shoreward and pick him up again.
+
+Owing to the leaking of our canoe, and many difficulties experienced,
+we were three days in reaching the spot where the Illinois and the Fox
+rivers joined their waters, and swept forward in one broad stream. The
+time of our arrival at this spot was early in the afternoon, and, as
+De Artigny said Fort St. Louis was situated scarce ten miles below,
+our long journey seemed nearly ended. We anticipated reaching there
+before night, and, in spite of my fear of the reception awaiting us,
+my heart was light with hope and expectation.
+
+I was but a girl in years, excitement was still to me a delight, and I
+had listened to so many tales, romantic, wonderful, of this wilderness
+fortress, perched upon a rock, that my vivid imagination had weaved
+about it an atmosphere of marvel. The beauty of the view from its
+palisades, the vast concourse of Indians encamped on the plains below,
+and those men guarding its safety--the faithful comrades of La Salle
+in explorations of the unknown, De Tonty, Boisrondet, and all the
+others, had long since become to my mind the incarnation of romantic
+adventure. Wilderness born, I could comprehend and appreciate their
+toils and dangers, and my dreams centered about this great, lonely
+rock on which they had established a home. But the end was not yet.
+Just below the confluence of the rivers there was a village of the
+Tamaroas, and the prow of our canoe touched the bank, while De Artigny
+stepped ashore amid a tangle of low-growing bushes, that he might have
+speech with some of the warriors, and thus learn conditions at the
+fort. With his foot on the bank, he turned laughing, and held out his
+hand to me.
+
+"Come, Madame," he said pleasantly, "you have never seen a village of
+our western tribes; it will interest you."
+
+I joined him gladly, my limbs feeling awkward under me, from long
+cramping in the boat, yet the climb was not difficult, and he held
+back the boughs to give me easy passage. Beyond the fringe of brush
+there was an open space, but as we reached this, both paused, stricken
+dumb by horror at the sight which met our view. The ground before us
+was strewn with dead, and mutilated bodies, and was black with ashes
+where the tepees had been burned, and their contents scattered
+broadcast.
+
+Never before had I seen such view of devastation, of relentless,
+savage cruelty, and I gave utterance to a sudden sob, and shrank back
+against De Artigny's arm, hiding my eyes with my hand. He stood and
+stared, motionless, breathing heavily, unconsciously gripping my arm.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_!" he burst forth, at last. "What meaneth this? Are the
+wolves again loose in the valley?"
+
+He drew me back, until we were both concealed behind a fringe of
+leaves, his whole manner alert, every instinct of the woodsman
+instantly awakened.
+
+"Remain here hidden," he whispered, "until I learn the truth; we may
+face grave peril below."
+
+He left me trembling, and white-lipped, yet I made no effort to
+restrain him. The horror of those dead bodies gripped me, but I would
+not have him know the terror which held me captive. With utmost
+caution he crept forth, and I lay in the shadow of the covert,
+watching his movements. Body after body he approached seeking some
+victim alive, and able to tell the story. But there was none. At last
+he stood erect, satisfied that none beside the dead were on that awful
+spot, and came back to me.
+
+"Not one lives," he said soberly, "and there are men, women and
+children there. The story is one easily told--an attack at daylight
+from the woods yonder. There has been no fighting; a massacre of the
+helpless and unarmed."
+
+"But who did such deed of blood?"
+
+"'Tis the work of the Iroquois; the way they scalped tells that, and
+besides I saw other signs."
+
+"The Iroquois," I echoed incredulous, for that name was the terror of
+my childhood. "How came these savages so far to the westward?"
+
+"Their war parties range to the great river," he answered. "We
+followed their bloody trail when first we came to this valley. It was
+to gain protection from these raiders that the Algonquins gathered
+about the fort. We fought the fiends twice, and drove them back, yet
+now they are here again. Come, Adele, we must return to the canoe, and
+consult with Barbeau. He has seen much of Indian war."
+
+The canoe rode close in under the bank, Barbeau holding it with grasp
+on a great root. He must have read in our faces some message of alarm,
+for he exclaimed before either of us could speak.
+
+"What is it?--the Iroquois?"
+
+"Yes; why did you guess that?"
+
+"I have seen signs for an hour past which made me fear this might be
+true. That was why I held the boat so close to the bank. The village
+has been attacked?"
+
+"Ay, surprised, and massacred; the ground is covered with the dead,
+and the tepees are burned. Madame is half crazed with the shock."
+
+Barbeau took no heed, his eyes scarce glancing at me, so eager was he
+to learn details.
+
+"The fiends were in force then?"
+
+"Their moccasin tracks were everywhere. I could not be sure where they
+entered the village, but they left by way of the Fox. I counted on the
+sand the imprint of ten canoes."
+
+"Deep and broad?"
+
+"Ay, war boats; 'tis likely some of them would hold twenty warriors;
+the beasts are here in force."
+
+It was all so still, so peaceful about us that I felt dazed, incapable
+of comprehending our great danger. The river swept past, its waters
+murmuring gently, and the wooded banks were cool and green. Not a
+sound awoke the echoes, and the horror I had just witnessed seemed
+almost a dream.
+
+"Where are they now?" I questioned faintly. "Have they gone back to
+their own country?"
+
+"Small hope of that," answered De Artigny, "or we would have met with
+them before this, or other signs of their passage. They are below,
+either at the fort, or planning attack on the Indian villages beyond.
+What think you, Barbeau?"
+
+"I have never been here," he said slowly, "so cannot tell what chance
+the red devils might have against the white men at St. Louis. But they
+are below us on the river, no doubt of that, and engaged in some hell
+act. I know the Iroquois, and how they conduct war. 'Twill be well for
+us to think it all out with care before we venture farther. Come, De
+Artigny, tell me what you know--is the fort one to be defended against
+Iroquois raiders?"
+
+"'Tis strong; built on a high rock, and approachable only at the rear.
+Given time they might starve the garrison, or drive them mad with
+thirst, for I doubt if there be men enough there to make sortie
+against a large war party."
+
+"But the Indian allies--the Algonquins?"
+
+"One war whoop of an Iroquois would scatter them like sheep. They are
+no fighters, save under white leadership, and 'tis likely enough their
+villages are already like this one yonder, scenes of horror. I have
+seen all this before, Barbeau, and this is no mere raid of a few
+scattered warriors, seeking adventure and scalps; 'tis an organized
+war party. The Iroquois have learned of the trouble in New France, of
+La Salle's absence from this valley; they know of the few fighting men
+at the Rock, and that De Tonty is no longer in command. They are here
+to sweep the French out of this Illinois country, and have given no
+warning. They surprised the Indian villages first, killed every
+Algonquin they could find, and are now besieging the Rock. And what
+have they to oppose them? More than they thought, no doubt, for
+Cassion and De la Durantaye must have reached there safely, yet at the
+best, the white defenders will scarcely number fifty men, and
+quarreling among themselves like mad dogs. There is but one thing for
+us to do, Barbeau--reach the fort."
+
+"Ay, but how? There will be death now, haunting us every foot of the
+way."
+
+De Artigny turned his head, and his eyes met mine questioningly.
+
+"There is a passage I know," he said gravely, "below the south banks
+yonder, but there will be peril in it--a peril to which I dread to
+expose the lady."
+
+I stood erect, no longer paralyzed by fear, realizing my duty.
+
+"Do not hesitate because of me, Monsieur," I said calmly. "French
+women have always done their part, and I shall not fail. Explain to us
+your plan."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII
+
+THE WORDS OF LOVE
+
+
+His eyes brightened, and his hand sought mine.
+
+"The spirit of the old days; the words of a soldier's daughter, hey,
+Barbeau?"
+
+"A La Chesnayne could make no other choice," he answered loyally. "But
+we have no time to waste here in compliment. You know a safe passage,
+you say?"
+
+"Not a safe one, yet a trail which may still remain open, for it is
+known to but few. Let us aboard, and cross to the opposite shore,
+where we will hide the canoe, and make our way through the forest.
+Once safely afoot yonder I will make my purpose clear."
+
+A dozen strokes landed us on the other bank, where the canoe was drawn
+up, and concealed among the bushes, while we descended a slight
+declivity, and found ourselves in the silence of a great wood. Here De
+Artigny paused to make certain his sense of direction.
+
+"I will go forward slightly in advance," he said, at last, evidently
+having determined upon his course.
+
+"And we will move slowly, and as noiselessly as possible. No one ever
+knows where the enemy are to be met with in Indian campaign, and we
+are without arms, except for Barbeau's gun."
+
+"I retain my pistol," I interrupted.
+
+"Of small value since its immersion in the lake; as to myself I must
+trust to my knife. Madame you will follow me, but merely close enough
+to make sure of your course through the woods, while Barbeau will
+guard the rear. Are both ready?"
+
+"Perhaps it might be well to explain more clearly what you propose,"
+said the soldier. "Then if we become separated we could figure out the
+proper direction to follow."
+
+"Not a bad thought that. It is a rough road ahead, heavily wooded, and
+across broken land. My route is almost directly west, except that we
+bear slightly south to keep well away from the river. Three leagues
+will bring us to a small stream which empties into the Illinois. There
+is a faint trail along its eastern bank which leads to the rear of the
+Rock, where it is possible for one knowing the way to attain the
+palisades of the fort. If we can attain this trail before dark we can
+make the remaining distance by night. Here, let me show you," and he
+drew with a sharp stick a hasty map on the ground. "Now you
+understand; if we become separated, keep steadily westward until you
+reach a stream flowing north."
+
+In this order we took up the march, and as I had nothing to bear
+except a blanket, which I twisted about my shoulders, I found little
+difficulty in following my leader. At first the underbrush was heavy,
+and the ground very broken, so that oftentimes I lost sight entirely
+of De Artigny, but as he constantly broke branches to mark his
+passage, and the sun served as guidance, I had small difficulty in
+keeping the proper direction. To our right along the river appeared
+masses of isolated rock, and these we skirted closely, always in the
+shadow and silence of great trees. Within half an hour we had emerged
+from the retarding underbrush, and came out into an open wood, where
+the walking was much easier.
+
+I could look down the aisles of the trees for long distances, and no
+longer experienced any difficulty in keeping within sight of my
+leader. All sense of fear had passed away, we seemed so alone in the
+silent forest, although once I thought I heard the report of a distant
+gun, which brought back to mind a vision of that camp of death we had
+left behind. It was a wearisome tramp over the rough ground, for while
+De Artigny found passage through the hollows wherever possible, yet we
+were obliged to climb many hills, and once to pick our way cautiously
+through a sickly swamp, springing from hummock to hummock to keep from
+sinking deep in slimy ooze.
+
+De Artigny came back and aided me here, speaking words of encouragement,
+and assuring me that the trail we sought was only a short distance
+beyond. I laughed at his solicitude, claiming to be good for many a mile
+yet, and he left me, never realizing that I already staggered from
+weariness.
+
+However we must have made excellent progress, for the sun had not
+entirely disappeared when we emerged from the dark wood shadows into a
+narrow, grassy valley, through which flowed a silvery stream, not
+broad, but deep. Assured that this must be the water we sought, I sank
+to the ground, eager for a moment's rest, but De Artigny, tireless
+still, moved back and forward along the edge of the forest to assure
+himself of the safety of our surroundings. Barbeau joined him, and
+questioned.
+
+"We have reached the trail?"
+
+"Ay, beside the shore yonder; see you anything of Indian tepees across
+the stream to the left?"
+
+"Below, there are wigwams there just in the edge of the grove. You can
+see the outlines from here; but I make out no moving figures."
+
+"Deserted then; the cowards have run away. They could not have been
+attacked, or the tepees would have been burned."
+
+"An Algonquin village?"
+
+"Miamis. I had hoped we might gain assistance there, but they have
+either joined the whites in the fort, or are hiding in the woods. 'Tis
+evident we must save ourselves."
+
+"And how far is it?"
+
+"To the fort? A league or two, and a rough climb at the farther end
+through the dark. We will wait here until after dusk, eat such food as
+we have without fire, and rest up for a bit of venture. The next trip
+will test us all, and Madame is weary enough already."
+
+"An hour will put me right," I said, smiling at him, yet making no
+attempt to rise. "I have been in a boat so long I have lost all
+strength in my limbs."
+
+"We feel that, all of us," cheerily, "but come Barbeau, unpack, and
+let us have what cheer we can."
+
+I know not when food was ever more welcome, although it was simple
+enough to be sure--a bit of hard cracker, and some jerked deer meat,
+washed down by water from the stream--yet hunger served to make these
+welcome. We were at the edge of the wood, already growing dark and
+dreary with the shadows of approaching night. The wind, what there
+was, was from the south, and, if there was any firing at the fort, no
+sound of it reached us. Once we imagined we saw a skulking figure on
+the opposite bank--an Indian Barbeau insisted--but it disappeared so
+suddenly as to make us doubt our own eyes.
+
+The loneliness and peril of our situation had tendency to keep us
+silent, although De Artigny endeavored to cheer me with kindly speech,
+and gave Barbeau careful description of the trail leading to the fort
+gate. If aught happened to him, we were to press on until we attained
+shelter. The way in which the words were said brought a lump into my
+throat, and before I knew the significance of the action, my hand
+clasped his. I felt the grip of his fingers, and saw his face turn
+toward me in the dusk. Barbeau got to his feet, gun in hand, and stood
+shading his eyes.
+
+"I would like a closer view of that village yonder," he said, "and
+will go down the bank a hundred yards or so."
+
+"'Twill do no harm," returned De Artigny, still clasping my hand.
+"There is time yet before we make our venture."
+
+He disappeared in the shadows, leaving us alone, and I glanced aside
+at De Artigny's face, my heart beating fiercely.
+
+"You did not like to hear me speak as I did?" he questioned quietly.
+
+"No," I answered honestly, "the thought startled me. If--if anything
+happened to you, I--I should be all alone."
+
+He bent lower, still grasping my fingers, and seeking to compel my
+eyes to meet his.
+
+"Adele," he whispered, "why is it necessary for us to keep up this
+masquerade?"
+
+"What masquerade, Monsieur?"
+
+"This pretense at mere friendship," he insisted, "when we could serve
+each other better by a frank confession of the truth. You love me--"
+
+"Monsieur," and I tried to draw my hand away. "I am the wife of
+Francois Cassion."
+
+"I care nothing for that unholy alliance. You are his only by form. Do
+you know what that marriage has cost me? Insults, ever since we left
+Quebec. The coward knew I dare not lay hand upon him, because he was
+your husband. We would have crossed steel a hundred times, but for my
+memory of you. I could not kill the cur, for to do so would separate
+us forever. So I bore his taunts, his reviling, his curses, his orders
+that were insults. You think it was easy? I am a woodsman, a
+lieutenant of La Salle's, and it has never before been my way to
+receive insult without a blow. We are not of that breed. Yet I bore it
+for your sake--why? Because I loved you."
+
+"Oh, Monsieur!"
+
+"'Tis naught to the shame of either of us," he continued, now speaking
+with a calmness which held me silent. "And I wish you to know the
+truth, so far as I can make it clear. This has been in my mind for
+weeks, and I say it to you now as solemnly as though I knelt before a
+father confessor. You have been to me a memory of inspiration ever
+since we first met years ago at that convent in Quebec. I dreamed of
+you in the wilderness, in the canoe on the great river, and here at
+St. Louis. Never did _voyageur_ go eastward but I asked him to bring
+me word from you, and each one, bore from me a message of greeting."
+
+"I received none, Monsieur."
+
+"I know that; even Sieur de la Salle failed to learn your dwelling
+place. Yet when he finally chose me as his comrade on this last
+journey, while I would have followed him gladly even to death, the one
+hope which held me to the hardships of the trail, was the chance thus
+given of seeking you myself."
+
+"It was I you sought then at the home of Hugo Chevet? not service
+under Francois Cassion? Yet, when we met, you knew me not."
+
+"Nay; I had no thought that you were there. 'Twas told me in
+Quebec--for what cause I cannot decide--that you had returned to
+France. I had given up all hope, and that very fact made me blind to
+your identity. Indeed, I scarce comprehended that you were really
+Adele la Chesnayne, until we were alone together in the palace of the
+Intendant. After I left you there, left you facing La Barre; left you
+knowing of your forced engagement to his commissaire, I reached a
+decision--I meant to accompany his party to Montreal, find some excuse
+on the way for quarrel, and return to Quebec--and you."
+
+He paused, but I uttered no word, conscious that my cheeks were
+burning hotly, and afraid to lift my eyes to his face.
+
+"You know the rest. I have made the whole journey; I have borne
+insult, the charge of crime, merely that I might remain, and serve
+you. Why do I say this? Because tonight--if we succeed in getting
+through the Indian lines--I shall be again among my old comrades, and
+shall be no longer a servant to Francois Cassion. I shall stand before
+him a man, an equal, ready to prove myself with the steel--"
+
+"No, Monsieur," I burst forth, "that must not be; for my sake you will
+not quarrel!"
+
+"For your sake? You would have me spare him?"
+
+"Oh, why do you put it thus, Monsieur! It is so hard for me to
+explain. You say you love me, and--and the words bring me joy. Ay, I
+confess that. But do you not see that a blow from your hand struck at
+Francois Cassion would separate us forever? Surely that is not the end
+you seek. I would not have you bear affront longer, yet no open
+quarrel will serve to better our affairs. Certainly no clash of
+swords. Perhaps it cannot be avoided, for Cassion may so insult you
+when he sees us together, as to let his insolence go beyond restraint.
+But I beg of you, Monsieur, to hold your hand, to restrain your
+temper--for my sake."
+
+"You make it a trial, a test?"
+
+"Yes--it is a test. But, Monsieur, there is more involved here than
+mere happiness. You must be cleared of the charge of crime, and I must
+learn the truth of what caused my marriage. Without these facts the
+future can hold out no hope for either of us. And there is only one
+way in which this end can be accomplished--a confession by Cassion. He
+alone knows the entire story of the conspiracy, and there is but one
+way in which he can be induced to talk."
+
+"You mean the same method you proposed to me back on the Ottawa?"
+
+I faced him frankly, my eyes meeting his, no shade of hesitation in my
+voice.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur, I mean that. You refused me before, but I see no harm,
+no wrong in the suggestion. If the men we fought were honorable I
+might hesitate--but they have shown no sense of honor. They have made
+me their victim, and I am fully justified in turning their own weapons
+against them. I have never hesitated in my purpose, and I shall not
+now. I shall use the weapons which God has put into my hands to wring
+from him the bitter truth--the weapons of a woman, love, and jealousy.
+Monsieur, am I to fight this fight alone?"
+
+At first I thought he would not answer me, although his hand grip
+tightened, and his eyes looked down into mine, as though he would read
+the very secret of my heart.
+
+"Perhaps I did not understand before," he said at last, "all that was
+involved in your decision. I must know now the truth from your own
+lips before I pledge myself."
+
+"Ask me what you please; I am not too proud to answer."
+
+"I think there must be back of this choice of yours something more
+vital than hate, more impelling than revenge."
+
+"There is, Monsieur."
+
+"May I ask you what?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur, and I feel no shame in answering; I love you! Is that
+enough?"
+
+"Enough! my sweetheart--"
+
+"Hush!" I interrupted, "not now--Barbeau returns yonder."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV
+
+WE ATTACK THE SAVAGES
+
+
+It was already so dark that the soldier was almost upon us before I
+perceived his shadow, but it was evident enough from his first words
+that he had overheard none of our conversation.
+
+"There are no Indians in the village," he said gruffly, leaning on his
+gun, and staring at us. "I got across to a small island, along the
+trunk of a dead tree, and had good view of the whole bank yonder. The
+tepees stand, but not a squaw, nor a dog is left."
+
+"Were there any canoes in sight along the shore?"
+
+"Only one, broken beyond repair."
+
+"Then, as I read the story, the tribe fled down the stream, either to
+join the others on the Illinois, or the whites at the fort. They were
+evidently not attacked, but had news of the coming of the Iroquois,
+and escaped without waiting to give battle. 'Tis not likely the wolves
+will overlook this village long. Are we ready to go forward?"
+
+"Ay, the venture must be made, and it is dark enough now."
+
+De Artigny's hand pressed my shoulder.
+
+"I would that I could remain with you, Madame," he said quietly, "but
+as I know the way my place is in advance. Barbeau must be your
+protector."
+
+"Nor could I ask for a braver. Do not permit any thought of me to make
+you less vigilant, Monsieur. You expect to gain the fort unseen?"
+
+"'Tis merely a chance we take--the only one," he explained briefly. "I
+cannot even be certain the fort is in state of siege, yet, without
+doubt those warriors who went down the river would be in position to
+prevent our approaching the rock by canoe. There is a secret path
+here, known only to La Salle's officers, which, however, should give
+us entrance, unless some wandering Iroquois has discovered it by
+accident. We must approach with the utmost caution, yet I do not
+anticipate great peril. Barbeau, do not become separated from Madame,
+but let me precede you by a hundred paces--you will have no trouble
+following the trail."
+
+He disappeared in the darkness, vanishing silently, and we stood
+motionless waiting our turn to advance. Neither spoke, Barbeau leaning
+forward, his gun extended, alert and ready. The intense darkness, the
+quiet night, the mystery lurking amid those shadows beyond, all
+combined to arouse within me a sense of danger. I could feel the swift
+pounding of my heart, and I clasped the sleeve of the soldier's jacket
+merely to assure myself of his actual presence. The pressure of my
+fingers caused him to glance about.
+
+"Do not be frightened, Madame," he whispered encouragingly. "There
+would be firing yonder if the Iroquois blocked our path."
+
+"Fear not for me," I answered, surprised at the steadiness of my
+voice. "It is the lonely silence which makes me shrink; as soon as we
+advance I shall have my nerve again. Have we not waited long enough?"
+
+"Ay, come; but be careful where you place your feet."
+
+He led the way, walking with such slow caution, that, although I
+followed step by step, not a sound reached my ears. Dark as the night
+was, our eyes, accustomed to the gloom, were able to distinguish the
+marks of the trail, and follow its windings without much difficulty.
+Many a moccasined foot had passed that way before us, beating down a
+hard path through the sod, and pressing aside the low bushes which
+helped to conceal the passage. At first we followed rather closely the
+bank of the stream; then the narrow trail swerved to the right,
+entering a gap between two hills, ever tending to a higher altitude.
+We circled about large rocks, and up a ravine, through which we found
+barely room for passage, the walls rising steep and high on either
+side. It was intensely dark down there, yet impossible for us to
+escape the trail, and at the end of that passage we emerged into an
+open space, enclosed with woods, and having a grit of sand under foot.
+Here the trail seemed to disappear, but Barbeau struck straight
+across, and in the forest shade beyond we found De Artigny waiting.
+
+"Do not shoot," he whispered. "I was afraid you might misjudge the way
+here, as the sand leaves no clear trace. The rest of the passage is
+through the woods, and up a steep hill. You are not greatly wearied,
+Madame?"
+
+"Oh, no; I have made some false steps in the dark, but the pace has
+been slow. Do we approach the fort?"
+
+"A half league beyond; a hundred yards more, and we begin the climb.
+There we will be in the zone of danger, although thus far I perceive
+no sign of Indian presence. Have you, Barbeau?"
+
+"None except this feather of a war bonnet I picked up at the big rock
+below."
+
+"A feather! Is it Iroquois?"
+
+"It is cut square, and no Algonquin ever does that."
+
+"Ay, let me see! You are right, Barbeau; 'twas dropped from a
+Tuscarora war bonnet. Then the wolves have been this way."
+
+"Could it not be possible," I asked, "that the feather was spoil of
+war dropped by some Miami in flight?"
+
+He shook his head.
+
+"Possible perhaps, but not probable; some white man may have passed
+this way with trophy, but no Illinois Indian would dare such venture.
+I have seen them before in Iroquois foray. I like not the sign,
+Barbeau, yet there is naught for us to do now, but go on. We dare not
+be found without the fort at daybreak. Keep within thirty paces of me,
+and guard the lady well."
+
+It was a dense woods we entered, and how Barbeau kept to the trail
+will ever be to me a mystery. No doubt the instinct of a woodsman
+guided him somewhat, and then, with his moccasined feet, he could feel
+the slight depression in the earth, and thus cling to the narrow path.
+I would have been lost in a moment, had I not clung to him, and we
+moved forward like two snails, scarcely venturing to breathe, our
+motions as silent as a wild panther stalking its prey.
+
+Except for a faint rustling of leaves overhead no sound was
+distinguishable, although once we were startled by some wild thing
+scurrying across our path, the sudden noise it made causing me to give
+utterance to a half-stifled cry. I could feel how tense was every
+muscle in the soldier's body, as he advanced steadily step by step,
+his gun flung forward, each nerve strained to the utmost.
+
+We crossed the wood, and began to climb among loose stones, finally
+finding solid rock beneath our feet, the path skirting the edge of
+what seemed to be a deep gash in the earth, and winding about wherever
+it could find passage. The way grew steeper and steeper, and more
+difficult to traverse, although, as we thus rose above the tree limit,
+the shadows became less dense, and we were able dimly to perceive
+objects a yard or two in advance. I strained my eyes over Barbeau's
+shoulder, but could gain no glimpse of De Artigny. Then we rounded a
+sharp edge of rock, and met him blocking the narrow way.
+
+"The red devils are there," he said, his voice barely audible. "Beyond
+the curve in the bank. 'Twas God's mercy I had glimpse in time, or I
+would have walked straight into their midst. A stone dropping into the
+ravine warned me, and I crept on all fours to where I could see."
+
+"You counted them?"
+
+"Hardly that in this darkness; yet 'tis no small party. 'Twould be my
+judgment there are twenty warriors there."
+
+"And the fort?"
+
+"Short rifle shot away. Once past this party, and the way is easy.
+Here is my thought Barbeau. There is no firing, and this party of
+wolves are evidently hidden in ambush. They have found the trail, and
+expect some party from the fort to pass this way."
+
+"Or else," said the other thoughtfully, "they lie in wait for an
+assault at daylight--that would be Indian war."
+
+"True, such might be their purpose, but in either case one thing
+remains true--they anticipate no attack from below. All their
+vigilance is in the other direction. A swift attack, a surprise will
+drive them into panic. 'Tis a grave risk I know, but there is no other
+passage to the fort."
+
+"If we had arms, it might be done."
+
+"We'll give them no time to discover what we have--a shot, a yell, a
+rush forward. 'Twill all be over with before a devil among them gets
+his second breath. Then 'tis not likely the garrison is asleep. If we
+once get by there will be help in plenty to hold back pursuit. 'Tis a
+desperate chance I admit, but have you better to propose?"
+
+The soldier stood silent, fingering his gun, until De Artigny asked
+impatiently:
+
+"You have none?"
+
+"I know not the passage; is there no way around?"
+
+"No; this trail leads alone to the fort gate. I anticipated this, and
+thought it all out as I came along. In the surprise at the first
+attack, the savages will never know whether we be two or a dozen. They
+will have no guard in this direction, and we can creep almost upon
+them before attempting a rush. The two in advance should be safely
+past before they recover sufficiently to make any fight. It will be
+all done in the dark, you know."
+
+"You will go first, with the lady?"
+
+"No; that is to be your task; I will cover the rear."
+
+I heard these words, yet it was not my privilege to protest. Indeed, I
+felt that he was right, and my courage made response to his decision.
+
+"If this be the best way possible," I said quietly, for both men
+glanced questioningly at me, "then do not think of me as helpless, or
+a burden. I will do all I can to aid you."
+
+"Never have I doubted that," exclaimed De Artigny heartily. "So then
+the affair is settled. Barbeau, creep forward about the bank; be a
+savage now, and make no noise until I give the word. You next, Madame,
+and keep close enough to touch your leader. The instant I yell, and
+Barbeau fires, the two of you leap up, and rush forward. Pay no heed
+to me."
+
+"You would have us desert you, Monsieur?"
+
+"It will be every one for himself," he answered shortly. "I take my
+chance, but shall not be far behind."
+
+We clasped hands, and then, as Barbeau advanced to the corner, I
+followed, my only thought now to do all that was required of me. I did
+not glance backward, yet was aware that De Artigny was close behind.
+My heart beat fiercely, but I was not conscious of fear, although a
+moment later, I could perceive the dim figures of savages. They were
+but mere vague shadows in the night, and I made no attempt to count
+them, only realizing that they were grouped together in the trail. I
+could not have told how they faced, but there was a faint sound of
+guttural speech, which proved them unsuspicious of danger. Barbeau,
+lying low like a snake, crept cautiously forward, making not the
+slightest noise, and closely hugging the deeper shadow of the bank. I
+endeavored to imitate his every motion, almost dragging my body
+forward by gripping my fingers into the rock-strewn earth.
+
+We advanced by inches, pausing now and then to listen breathlessly to
+the low murmur of the Indian voices, and endeavoring to note any
+change in the posture of the barely distinguishable figures. There was
+no alarm, no changing of places, and the success of our approach
+brought to us new confidence. Once a savage form, appearing grotesque
+in its blanket, suddenly stood erect, and we shrunk close to the
+ground in terror of discovery. An instant of agony followed, in which
+we held our breath, staring through the dark, every nerve throbbing.
+But the fellow merely stretched his arms lazily, uttered some guttural
+word, and resumed his place.
+
+Once the gleam of a star reflected from a rifle barrel as its owner
+shifted position; but nothing else occurred to halt our steady
+advance. We were within a very few yards of them, so close, indeed, I
+could distinguish the individual forms, when Barbeau paused, and, with
+deliberate caution, rose on one knee. Realizing instantly that he was
+preparing for the desperate leap, I also lifted my body, and braced
+myself for the effort. De Artigny touched me, and spoke, but his voice
+was so low it scarcely reached my ears.
+
+"Do not hesitate; run swift, and straight. Give Barbeau the signal."
+
+What followed is to me a delirium of fever, and remains in memory
+indistinct and uncertain. I reached out, and touched Barbeau; I heard
+the sudden roar of De Artigny's voice, the sharp report of the
+soldier's rifle. The flame cut the dark as though it was the blade of
+a knife, and, in the swift red glare, I saw a savage fling up his arms
+and fall headlong. Then all was chaos, confusion, death. Nothing
+touched me, not even a gripping hand, but there were Indian shots,
+giving me glimpse of the hellish scene, of naked bodies, long waving
+hair, eyes mad with terror, and red arms brandished, the rifles they
+bore shining in the red glare.
+
+I saw Barbeau grip his gun by the barrel and strike as he ran. Again
+and again it fell crunching against flesh. A savage hand slashed at
+him with a gleaming knife, but I struck the red arm with my pistol
+butt, and the Indian fell flat, leaving the way open. We dashed
+through, but Barbeau grasped me, and thrust me ahead of him, and
+whirled about, with uplifted rifle to aid De Artigny who faced two
+warriors, naked knife in hand.
+
+"Run, Madame, for the fort," he shouted above the uproar. "To my help,
+Barbeau!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV
+
+WITHIN THE FORT
+
+
+I doubt if I paused a second, yet that was enough to give me glimpse
+of the weird scene. I saw De Artigny lunge with his knife, a huge
+savage reeling beneath the stroke, and Barbeau cleave passage to the
+rescue, the stock of his gun shattered as he struck fiercely at the
+red devils who blocked his path.
+
+Outnumbered, helpless for long in that narrow space, their only hope
+lay in a sortie by the garrison, and it was my part to give the alarm.
+Even as I sprang forward, a savage leaped from the ruck, but I escaped
+his hand, and raced up the dark trail, the one thought urging me on.
+God knows how I made it--to me 'tis but a memory of falls over unseen
+obstacles, of reckless running; yet the distance could have been
+scarce more than a hundred yards, before my eyes saw the darker shadow
+of the stockade outlined against the sky.
+
+Crying out with full strength of my voice I burst into the little open
+space, then tripped and fell just as the gate swung wide, and I saw a
+dozen dark forms emerge. One leaped forward and grasped me, lifting me
+partly to my feet.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! a woman!" he exclaimed in startled voice. "What means
+this, in Heaven's name?"
+
+"Quick," I gasped, breaking away, able now to stand on my own feet.
+"They are fighting there--two white men--De Artigny--"
+
+"What, Rene! Ay, lads, to the rescue! Cartier, take the lady within.
+Come with me you others."
+
+They swept past me, the leader well in advance. I felt the rush as
+they passed, and had glimpse of vague figures 'ere they disappeared in
+the darkness. Then I was alone, except for the bearded soldier who
+grasped my arm.
+
+"Who was that?" I asked, "the man who led?"
+
+"Boisrondet, Francois de Boisrondet."
+
+"An officer of La Salle's? You then are of his company?"
+
+"I am," a bit proudly, "but most of the lads yonder belong with De
+Baugis. Now we fight a common foe, and forget our own quarrel. Did you
+say Rene de Artigny was in the fighting yonder?"
+
+"Yes; he and a soldier named Barbeau."
+
+The fellow stood silent, shifting his feet.
+
+"'Twas told us he was dead," he said finally, with effort. "Some more
+of La Barre's men arrived three days ago by boat, under a popinjay
+they call Cassion to recruit De Baugis' forces. De la Durantaye was
+with him from the portage, so that now they outnumber us three to one.
+You know this Cassion, Madame?"
+
+"Ay, I traveled with his party from Montreal."
+
+"Ah, then you will know the truth no doubt. De Tonty and Cassion were
+at swords points over a charge the latter made against Rene de
+Artigny--that he had murdered one of the party at St. Ignace."
+
+"Hugo Chevet, the fur trader."
+
+"Ay, that was the name. We of La Salle's company know it to be a lie.
+_Sacre_! I have served with that lad two years, and 'tis not in his
+nature to knife any man in the back. And so De Tonty said, and he gave
+Cassion the lie straight in his teeth. I heard their words, and but
+for De Baugis and De la Durantaye, Francois Cassion would have paid
+well for his false tongue. Now you can tell him the truth."
+
+"I shall do that, but even my word, I fear, will not clear De Artigny
+of the charge. I believe the man to be innocent; in my heart there is
+no doubt, yet there is so little to be proven."
+
+"Cassion speaks bitterly; he is an enemy."
+
+"Monsieur Cassion is my husband," I said regretfully.
+
+"Your pardon, Madame. Ah, I understand it all now. You were supposed
+to have been drowned in the great lake, but were saved by De Artigny.
+'Twill be a surprise for Monsieur, but in this land, we witness
+strange things. _Mon Dieu_! see, they come yonder; 'tis Boisrondet and
+his men."
+
+They approached in silence, mere shadowy figures, whose numbers I
+could not count, but those in advance bore a helpless body in their
+arms, and my heart seemed to stop its beating, until I heard De
+Artigny's voice in cheerful greeting.
+
+"What, still here, Madame, and the gate beyond open," he took my hand,
+and lifted it to his lips. "My congratulations; your work was well
+done, and our lives thank you. Madame Cassion, this is my comrade,
+Francois Boisrondet, whose voice I was never more glad to hear than
+this night. I commend him to your mercy."
+
+Boisrondet, a mere shadow in the night, swept the earth with his hat.
+
+"I mind me the time," he said courteously, "when Rene did me equal
+service."
+
+"The savages have fled?"
+
+"'Twas short, and sweet, Madame, and those who failed to fly are lying
+yonder."
+
+"Yet some among you are hurt?"
+
+"Barbeau hath an ugly wound--ay, bear him along, lads, and have the
+cut looked to--but as for the rest of us, there is no serious harm
+done."
+
+I was gazing at De Artigny, and marked how he held one hand to his
+side.
+
+"And you, Monsieur; you are unscathed?"
+
+"Except for a small wound here, and a head which rings yet from savage
+blows--no more than a night's rest will remedy. Come, Madame 'tis time
+we were within, and the gates closed."
+
+"Is there still danger then? Surely now that we are under protection
+there will be no attack?"
+
+"Not from those we have passed, but 'tis told me there are more than a
+thousand Iroquois warriors in the valley, and the garrison has less
+than fifty men all told. It was luck we got through so easily. Ay,
+Boisrondet, we are ready."
+
+That was my first glimpse of the interior of a frontier fort, and,
+although I saw only the little open space lighted by a few waving
+torches, the memory abides with distinctness. A body of men met us at
+the gate, dim, indistinct figures, a few among them evidently soldiers
+from their dress, but the majority clothed in the ordinary garb of the
+wilderness. Save for one Indian squaw, not a woman was visible, nor
+did I recognize a familiar face, as the fellows, each man bearing a
+rifle, surged about us in noisy welcome, eagerly questioning those who
+had gone forth to our rescue. Yet we were scarcely within, and the
+gates closed, when a man pressed his way forward through the throng,
+in voice of authority bidding them stand aside. A blazing torch cast
+its red light over him, revealing a slender figure attired in frontier
+garb, a dark face, made alive by a pair of dense brown eyes, which met
+mine in a stare of surprise.
+
+"Back safe, Boisrondet," he exclaimed sharply, "and have brought in a
+woman. 'Tis a strange sight in this land. Were any of our lads hurt?"
+
+"None worth reporting, Monsieur. The man they carried was a soldier of
+M. de la Durantaye. He was struck down before we reached the party.
+There is an old comrade here."
+
+"An old comrade! Lift the torch, Jacques. Faith, there are so few left
+I would not miss the sight of such a face."
+
+He stared about at us, for an instant uncertain; then took a quick
+step forward, his hand outstretched.
+
+"Rene de Artigny!" he cried, his joy finding expression in his face.
+"Ay, an old comrade, indeed, and only less welcome here than M. de la
+Salle himself. 'Twas a bold trick you played tonight, but not unlike
+many another I have seen you venture. You bring me message from
+Monsieur?"
+
+"Only that he has sailed safely for France to have audience with
+Louis. I saw him aboard ship, and was bidden to tell you to bide here
+in patience, and seek no quarrel with De Baugis."
+
+"Easy enough to say; but in all truth I need not seek quarrel--it
+comes my way without seeking. De Baugis was not so bad--a bit high
+strung, perhaps, and boastful of his rank, yet not so ill a
+comrade--but there is a newcomer here, a popinjay named Cassion, with
+whom I cannot abide. Ah, but you know the beast, for you journeyed
+west in his company. _Sacre_! the man charged you with murder, and I
+gave him the lie to his teeth. Not two hours ago we had our swords
+out, but now you can answer for yourself."
+
+De Artigny hesitated, his eyes meeting mine.
+
+"I fear, Monsieur de Tonty," he said finally, "the answer may not be
+so easily made. If it were point of sword now, I could laugh at the
+man, but he possesses some ugly facts difficult to explain."
+
+"Yet 'twas not your hand which did the deed?"
+
+"I pledge you my word to that. Yet this is no time to talk of the
+matter. I have wounds to be looked to, and would learn first how
+Barbeau fares. You know not the lady; but of course not, or your
+tongue would never have spoken so freely--Monsieur de Tonty, Madame
+Cassion."
+
+He straightened up, his eyes on my face. For an instant he stood
+motionless; then swept the hat from his head, and bent low.
+
+"Your pardon, Madame; we of the wilderness become rough of speech. I
+should have known, for a rumor reached me of your accident. You owe
+life, no doubt, to Sieur de Artigny."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; he has been my kind friend."
+
+"He would not be the one I love else. We know men on this frontier,
+Madame, and this lad hath seen years of service by my side." His hand
+rested on De Artigny's shoulder. "'Twas only natural then that I
+should resent M. Cassion's charge of murder."
+
+"I share your faith in the innocence of M. de Artigny," I answered
+firmly enough, "but beyond this assertion I can say nothing."
+
+"Naturally not, Madame. Yet we must move along. You can walk, Rene?"
+
+"Ay, my hurts are mostly bruises."
+
+The torches led the way, the dancing flames lighting up the scene.
+There was hard, packed earth under our feet, nor did I realize yet
+that this Fort St. Louis occupied the summit of a great rock,
+protected on three sides by precipices, towering high above the river.
+Sharpened palisades of logs surrounded us on every side, with low log
+houses built against them, on the roofs of which riflemen could stand
+in safety to guard the valley below.
+
+The central space was open except for two small buildings, one from
+its shape a chapel, and the other, as I learned later, the guardhouse.
+A fire blazed at the farther end of the enclosure, with a number of
+men lounging about it, and illumined the front of a more pretentious
+building, which apparently extended across that entire end. This
+building, having the appearance of a barrack, exhibited numerous doors
+and windows, with a narrow porch in front, on which I perceived a
+group of men.
+
+As we approached more closely, De Tonty walking between De Artigny and
+myself, a soldier ran up the steps, and made some report. Instantly
+the group broke, and two men strode past the fire, and met us. One was
+a tall, imposing figure in dragoon uniform, a sword at his thigh, his
+face full bearded; the other whom I recognized instantly with a swift
+intake of breath, was Monsieur Cassion. He was a stride in advance,
+his eyes searching me out in the dim light, his face flushed from
+excitement.
+
+"_Mon Dieu_! what is this I hear," he exclaimed, staring at the three
+of us as though doubting the evidence of his own eyes. "My wife alive?
+Ay, by my faith, it is indeed Adele." He grasped me by the arm, but
+even at that instant his glance fell upon De Artigny, and his manner
+changed.
+
+"Saint Anne! and what means this! So 'tis with this rogue you have
+been wandering the wilderness!"
+
+He tugged at his sword, but the dragoon caught his arm.
+
+"Nay, wait, Cassion. 'Twill be best to learn the truth before
+resorting to blows. Perchance Monsieur Tonty can explain clearly what
+has happened."
+
+"It is explained already," answered the Italian, and he took a step
+forward as though to protect us. "These two, with a soldier of M. de
+la Durantaye, endeavored to reach the fort, and were attacked by
+Iroquois. We dispatched men to their rescue, and have all now safe
+within the palisades. What more would you learn, Messieurs?"
+
+Cassion pressed forward, and fronted him, angered beyond control.
+
+"We know all that," he roared savagely. "But I would learn why they
+hid themselves from me. Ay, Madame, but I will make you talk when once
+we are alone! But now I denounce this man as the murderer of Hugo
+Chevet, and order him under arrest. Here, lads, seize the fellow."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVI
+
+IN DE BAUGIS' QUARTERS
+
+
+De Tonty never gave way an inch, as a dozen soldiers advanced at
+Cassion's order.
+
+"Wait men!" he said sternly. "'Tis no time, with Iroquois about, to
+start a quarrel, yet if a hand be laid on this lad here in anger, we,
+who are of La Salle's Company, will protect him with our lives--"
+
+"You defend a murderer?"
+
+"No; a comrade. Listen to me, Cassion, and you De Baugis. I have held
+quiet to your dictation, but no injustice shall be done to comrade of
+mine save by force of arms. I know naught of your quarrel, or your
+charges of crime against De Artigny, but the lad is going to have fair
+play. He is no _courier du bois_ to be killed for your vengeance, but
+an officer under Sieur de la Salle, entitled to trial and judgment."
+
+"He was my guide; I have authority."
+
+"Not now, Monsieur. 'Tis true he served you, and was your _engage_ on
+the voyage hither. But even in that service, he obeyed the orders of
+La Salle. Now, within these palisades, he is an officer of this
+garrison, and subject only to me."
+
+De Baugis spoke, his voice cold, contemptuous.
+
+"You refuse obedience to the Governor of New France?"
+
+"No, Monsieur; I am under orders to obey. There will be no trouble
+between us if you are just to my men. La Barre is not here to decide
+this, but I am." He put his hand on De Artigny's shoulder. "Monsieur
+Cassion charges this man with murder. He is an officer of my command,
+and I arrest him. He shall be protected, and given a fair trial. What
+more can you ask?"
+
+"You will protect him! help him to escape, rather!" burst out Cassion.
+"That is the scheme, De Baugis."
+
+"Your words are insult, Monsieur, and I bear no more. If you seek
+quarrel, you shall have it. I am your equal, Monsieur, and my
+commission comes from the King. Ah, M. de la Durantaye, what say you
+of this matter?"
+
+A man, broad shouldered, in the dress of a woodsman, elbowed his way
+through the throng of soldiers. He had a strong, good-humored face.
+
+"In faith, I heard little of the controversy, yet 'tis like I know the
+gist of it, as I have just conversed with a wounded soldier of mine,
+Barbeau, who repeated the story as he understood it. My hand to you,
+Sieur de Artigny, and it seems to me, Messieurs, that De Tonty hath
+the right of it."
+
+"You take his side against us who hath the authority of the
+Governor?"
+
+"Pah! that is not the issue. Tis merely a question of justice to this
+lad here. I stand for fair trial with Henri de Tonty, and will back my
+judgment with my sword."
+
+They stood eye to eye, the four of them, and the group of soldiers
+seemed to divide, each company drawing together. Cassion growled some
+vague threat, but De Baugis took another course, gripping his
+companion by the arm.
+
+"No, Francois, 'tis not worth the danger," he expostulated. "There
+will be no crossing of steel. Monsieur Cassion, no doubt, hath reason
+to be angered--but not I. The man shall have his trial, and we will
+learn the right and wrong of all this presently. Monsieur Tonty, the
+prisoner is left in your charge. Fall back men--to your barracks.
+Madame, permit me to offer you my escort."
+
+"To where, Monsieur?"
+
+"To the only quarters fitted for your reception," he said gallantly,
+"those I have occupied since arrival here."
+
+"You vacate them for me?"
+
+"With the utmost pleasure," bowing gallantly. "I beg of you their
+acceptance; your husband has been my guest, and will join with me in
+exile."
+
+I glanced at De Tonty, who yet stood with hand on De Artigny's
+shoulder, a little cordon of his own men gathered closely about them.
+My eyes encountered those of the younger officer. As I turned away I
+found myself confronted by Cassion. The very sight of his face brought
+me instant decision, and I spoke my acceptance before he could utter
+the words trembling on his lips.
+
+"I will use your quarters gladly, Captain de Baugis," I said quietly,
+"but will ask to be left there undisturbed."
+
+"Most assuredly, Madame--my servant will accompany you."
+
+"Then good-night, Messieurs," I faced Cassion, meeting his eyes
+frankly. "I am greatly wearied, and would rest; tomorrow I will speak
+with you, Monsieur. Permit me to pass."
+
+He stood aside, unable to affront me, although the anger in his face,
+was evidence enough of brewing trouble. No doubt he had boasted of me
+to De Baugis, and felt no desire now to have our true relations
+exposed thus publicly. I passed him, glancing at none of the others,
+and followed the soldier across the beaten parade. A moment later I
+was safely hidden within a two-roomed cabin.
+
+Everything within had an appearance of neatness, almost as if a woman
+had arranged its furnishings. I glanced about in pleased surprise, as
+the soldier placed fresh fuel on the cheerful fire blazing in the
+fireplace, and drew closer the drapery over the single window.
+
+"Madame will find it comfortable?" he said, pausing at the door.
+
+"Quite so," I answered. "One could scarcely anticipate so delightful a
+spot in this Indian land."
+
+"Monsieur de Baugis has the privilege of Sieur de la Salle's
+quarters," he answered, eager to explain, "and besides brought with
+him many comforts of his own. But for the Iroquois we would be quite
+happy."
+
+"They have proven dangerous?"
+
+"Not to us within the fort. A few white men were surprised without and
+killed, but, except for shortness of provisions and powder and ball,
+we are safe enough here. Tomorrow you will see how impregnable is the
+Rock from savage attack."
+
+"I have heard there are a thousand Iroquois in the valley."
+
+"Ay, and possibly more, and we are but a handful in defense, yet their
+only approach is along that path you came tonight. The cowardly Illini
+fled down the river; had they remained here we would have driven the
+vermin out before this, for 'tis said they fight well with white
+leaders."
+
+I made no reply, and the man disappeared into the darkness, closing
+the heavy door behind him, and leaving me alone. I made it secure with
+an oaken bar, and sank down before the fire on a great shaggy bear
+skin. I was alone at last, safe from immediate danger, able to think
+of the strange conditions surrounding me, and plan for the future. The
+seriousness of the situation I realized clearly, and also the fact
+that all depended on my action--even the life of Rene de Artigny.
+
+I sat staring into the fire, no longer aware of fatigue, or feeling
+any sense of sleepiness. The thick log walls of the cabin shut out all
+noise; I was conscious of a sense of security, of protection, and yet
+comprehended clearly what the new day would bring. I should have to
+face Cassion, and in what spirit could I meet him best? Thus far I had
+been fortunate in escaping his denunciation, but I realized the reason
+which had compelled his silence--pride, the fear of ridicule, had
+sealed his lips. I was legally his wife, given to him by Holy Church,
+yet for weeks, months, during all our long wilderness journey, I had
+held aloof from him, mocking his efforts, and making light of his
+endeavors. It had been maddening, no doubt, and rendered worse by his
+growing jealousy of De Artigny.
+
+Then I had vanished, supposedly drowned in the great lake. He had
+sought me vainly along the shore, and finally turned away, convinced
+of my death, and that De Artigny had also perished.
+
+Once at the fort, companioning with De Baugis, and with no one to deny
+the truth of his words, his very nature would compel him to boast of
+his marriage to Adele la Chesnayne. No doubt he had told many a vivid
+tale of happiness since we left Quebec. Ay, not only had he thus
+boasted of conquests over me, but he had openly charged De Artigny
+with murder, feeling safe enough in the belief that we were both dead.
+And now when we appeared before him alive and together, he had been
+for the moment too dazed for expression. Before De Baugis he dare not
+confess the truth, yet this very fact would only leave him the more
+furious. And I knew instinctively the course the man would pursue. His
+one thought, his one purpose, would be revenge--nothing would satisfy
+him except the death of De Artigny. Personally I had little to fear; I
+knew his cowardice, and that he would never venture to use physical
+force with me. Even if he did I could rely upon the gallantry of De
+Tonty, and of De Baugis for protection. No, he would try threats,
+entreaties, slyness, cajolery, but his real weapon to overcome my
+opposition would be De Artigny. And there he possessed power.
+
+I felt in no way deceived as to this. The ugly facts, as Cassion was
+able to present them, would without doubt, condemn the younger man. He
+had no defense to offer, except his own assertion of innocence. Even
+if I told what I knew it would only strengthen the chain of
+circumstance, and make his guilt appear clearer.
+
+De Tonty would be his friend, faithful to the end; and I possessed
+faith in the justice of De Baugis, yet the facts of the case could not
+be ignored--and these, unexplained, tipped with the venom of Cassion's
+hatred, were sufficient to condemn the prisoner. And he was helpless
+to aid himself; if he was to be saved, I must save him. How? There was
+but one possible way--discovery of proof that some other committed the
+crime. I faced the situation hopelessly, confessing frankly to myself
+that I loved the man accused; that I would willingly sacrifice myself
+to save him.
+
+I felt no shame at this acknowledgment, and in my heart there was no
+shadow of regret. Yet I sat there stunned, helpless, gazing with heavy
+eyes into the fire, unable to determine a course of action, or devise
+any method of escape.
+
+Unable longer to remain quiet, I got to my feet, and my eyes surveyed
+the room. So immersed in thought I had not before really noted my
+surroundings, but now I glanced about, actuated by a vague curiosity.
+The hut contained two rooms, the walls of squared logs, partially
+concealed by the skins of wild animals, the roof so low I could almost
+touch it with my hand.
+
+A table and two chairs, rudely made with axe and knife, comprised the
+entire furniture, but a small mirror, unframed, hung suspended against
+the farther wall. I glanced at my reflection in the glass, surprised
+to learn how little change the weeks had made in my appearance. It was
+still the face of a girl which gazed back at me, with clear, wide-open
+eyes, and cheeks flushed in the firelight. Strange to say the very
+sight of my youthfulness was a disappointment and brought with it
+doubt. How could I fight these men? how could I hope to win against
+their schemes, and plans of vengeance?
+
+I opened the single window, and leaned out, grateful for the fresh air
+blowing against my face, but unable to perceive the scene below
+shrouded in darkness. Far away, down the valley, was the red glow of a
+fire, its flame reflecting over the surface of the river. I knew I
+stared down into a great void, but could hear no sound except a faint
+gurgle of water directly beneath. I closed the window shutter, and,
+urged by some impulse, crossed over to the door leading to the other
+apartment. It was a sleeping room, scarcely more than a large closet,
+with garments hanging on pegs against the logs, and two rude bunks
+opposite the door. But the thing which captured my eyes was a bag of
+brown leather lying on the floor at the head of one of the bunks--a
+shapeless bag, having no distinctive mark about it, and yet which I
+instantly recognized--since we left Quebec it had been in our boat.
+
+As I stood staring at it, I remembered the words of De Baugis, "your
+husband has been my guest." Ay, that was it--this had been Cassion's
+quarters since his arrival, and this was his bag, the one he kept
+beside him in the canoe, his private property. My heart beat wildly in
+the excitement of discovery, yet there was no hesitation; instantly I
+was upon my knees tugging at the straps. They yielded easily, and I
+forced the leather aside, gaining glimpse of the contents.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVII
+
+I SEND FOR DE TONTY
+
+
+I discovered nothing but clothes at first--moccasins, and numerous
+undergarments--together with a uniform, evidently new, and quite
+gorgeous. The removal of these, however, revealed a pocket in the
+leather side, securely fastened, and on opening this with trembling
+fingers, a number of papers were disclosed.
+
+Scarcely venturing to breathe, hardly knowing what I hoped to find,
+I drew these forth, and glanced hastily at them. Surely the man
+would bear nothing unimportant with him on such a journey; these
+must be papers of value, for I had noted with what care he had
+guarded the bag all the way. Yet at first I discovered nothing to
+reward my search--there was a package of letters, carefully bound with
+a strong cord, a commission from La Barre, creating Cassion a Major
+of Infantry, a number of receipts issued in Montreal, a list of
+goods purchased at St. Ignace, and a roster of men composing the
+expedition.
+
+At last from one corner of the pocket, I drew forth a number of
+closely written pages, evidently the Governor's instruction. They were
+traced in so fine a hand that I was obliged to return beside the fire
+to decipher their contents. They were written in detail, largely
+concerned with matters of routine, especially referring to relations
+with the garrison of the fort, and Cassion's authority over De Baugis,
+but the closing paragraph had evidently been added later, and had
+personal interest. It read: "Use your discretion as to De Artigny, but
+violence will hardly be safe; he is thought too well of by La Salle,
+and that fox may get Louis' ear again. We had best be cautious.
+Chevet, however, has no friends, and, I am told, possesses a list of
+the La Chesnayne property, and other documents which had best be
+destroyed. Do not fail in this, nor fear results. We have gone too far
+to hesitate now."
+
+I took this page, and thrust it into my breast. It was not much, and
+yet it might prove the one needed link. I ran through the packet of
+letters, but they apparently had no bearing on the case. Several were
+from women; others from officers, mere gossipy epistles of camp and
+field. Only one was from La Barre, and that contained nothing of
+importance, except the writer urged Cassion to postpone marriage until
+his return from the West, adding, "there is no suspicion, and I can
+easily keep things quiet until then."
+
+Assured that I had overlooked nothing, I thrust the various articles
+back, restrapped the bag, and returned to the outer room. As I paused
+before the fire, someone rapped at the door. I stood erect, my fingers
+gripping the pistol which I still retained. Again the raps sounded,
+clearly enough defined in the night, yet not violent, or threatening.
+
+"Who is there?" I asked.
+
+"Your husband, my dear--Francois Cassion."
+
+"But why do you come? It was the pledge of De Baugis that I was to be
+left here alone."
+
+"A fair pledge enough, although I was not consulted. From the look of
+your eyes little difference if I had been. You are as sweet in
+disposition as ever, my dear; yet never mind that--we'll soon settle
+our case now, I warrant you. Meanwhile I am content to wait until my
+time comes. 'Tis not you I seek tonight, but my dressing case."
+
+"Your dressing case?"
+
+"Ay, you know it well, a brown leather bag I bore with me during our
+journey."
+
+"And where is it, Monsieur?"
+
+"Beneath the bunk in the sleeping room. Pass it out to me, and I will
+ask no more."
+
+"'Twill be safer if you keep your word," I said quietly, "for I still
+carry Hugo Chevet's pistol, and know how to use it. Draw away from the
+door, Monsieur, and I will thrust out the bag."
+
+I lowered the bar, opening the door barely wide enough to permit the
+bag's passage. The light from the fire gleamed on the barrel of the
+pistol held in my hand. It was the work of an instant, and I saw
+nothing of Cassion, but, as the door closed, he laughed scornfully.
+
+"Tis your game tonight, Madame," he said spitefully, "but tomorrow I
+play my hand. I thank you for the bag, as it contains my commission.
+By virtue of it I shall assume command of this Fort St. Louis, and I
+know how to deal with murderers. I congratulate you on your lover,
+Madame--good night."
+
+I dropped into the nearest seat, trembling in every limb. It was not
+personal fear, nor did I in my heart resent the insult of his last
+words. De Artigny was my lover, not in mere lip service, but in fact.
+I was not ashamed, but proud, to know this was true. The only thing of
+which I was ashamed was my relationship with Cassion; and my only
+thought now was how that relationship could be ended, and De Artigny's
+life saved. The paper I had found was indeed of value, yet I realized
+it alone was not enough to offset the charges which Cassion would
+support by his own evidence and that of his men. This mere suggestion
+in La Barre's handwriting meant nothing unless we could discover also
+in Cassion's possession the documents taken from Chevet And these,
+beyond doubt, had been destroyed. Over and over again in my mind I
+turned these thoughts, but only to grow more confused and uncertain.
+All the powers of hate were arrayed against us, and I felt helpless
+and alone.
+
+I must have slept finally from sheer exhaustion, although I made no
+attempt to lie down. It was broad daylight, when I awoke, aroused by
+pounding on the door. To my inquiry a voice announced food, and I
+lowered the bar, permitting an orderly to enter bearing a tray, which
+he deposited on the table. Without speaking he turned to leave the
+room, but I suddenly felt courage to address him.
+
+"You were not of our party," I said gravely. "Are you a soldier of M.
+de Baugis?"
+
+"No, Madame," and he turned facing me, his countenance a pleasant one.
+"I am not a soldier at all, but I serve M. de Tonty."
+
+"Ah, I am glad of that. You will bear to your master a message?"
+
+"Perhaps, Madame," his tone somewhat doubtful. "You are the wife of
+Monsieur Cassion?"
+
+"Do not hesitate because of that," I hastened to say, believing I
+understood his meaning. "While it is true I am legally the wife of
+Francois Cassion, my sympathies now are altogether with the Sieur de
+Artigny. I would have you ask M. de Tonty to confer with me."
+
+"Yes, Madame."
+
+"You have served with De Artigny? You know him well?"
+
+"Three years, Madame; twice he saved my life on the great river. M. de
+Tonty shall receive your message."
+
+I could not eat, although I made the endeavor, and finally crossed to
+the window, opened the heavy wooden shutters, and gazed without. What
+a marvelous scene that was! Never before had my eyes looked upon so
+fair a view, and I stood silent, and fascinated. My window opened to
+the westward, and I gazed down from the very edge of the vast rock
+into the wide valley. Great tree tops were below, and I had to lean
+far out to see the silvery waters lapping the base of the precipice,
+but, a little beyond, the full width of the noble stream became
+visible, decked with islands, and winding here and there between
+green-clad banks, until it disappeared in the far distance. The sun
+touched all with gold; the wide meadows opposite were vivid green,
+while many of the trees crowning the bluffs had already taken on rich
+autumnal coloring. Nor was there anywhere in all that broad expanse,
+sign of war or death. It was a scene of peace, so silent, so
+beautiful, that I could not conceive this as a land of savage cruelty.
+Far away, well beyond rifle shot, two loaded canoes appeared, skimming
+the surface of the river. Beyond these, where the meadows swept down
+to the stream, I could perceive black heaps of ashes, and here and
+there spirals of smoke, the only visible symbols of destruction. A
+haze hid the distant hills, giving to them a purple tinge, like a
+frame encircling the picture. It was all so soft in coloring my mind
+could not grasp the fact that we were besieged by warriors of the
+Iroquois, and that this valley was even now being swept and harried by
+those wild raiders of the woods.
+
+I had neglected to bar the door, and as I stood there gazing in
+breathless fascination, a sudden step on the floor caused me to turn
+in alarm. My eyes encountered those of De Tonty, who stood hat in
+hand.
+
+"Tis a fair view, Madame," he said politely. "In all my travels I have
+seen no nobler domain."
+
+"It hath a peaceful look," I answered, still struggling with the
+memory. "Can it be true the savages hold the valley?"
+
+"All too true--see, yonder, where the smoke still shows, dwelt the
+Kaskaskias. Not a lodge is left, and the bodies of their dead strew
+the ground. Along those meadows three weeks since there were the happy
+villages of twelve tribes of peaceful Indians; today those who yet
+live are fleeing for their lives."
+
+"And this fort, Monsieur?"
+
+"Safe enough, I think, although no one of us can venture ten yards
+beyond the gate. The Rock protects us, Madame, yet we are greatly
+outnumbered, and with no ammunition to waste. 'Twas the surprise of
+the raid which left us thus helpless. Could we have been given time to
+gather our friendly Indians together the story would be different."
+
+"They are not cowards then?"
+
+"Not with proper leadership. We have seen them fight often since we
+invaded this land. 'Tis my thought many of them are hiding now beyond
+those hills, and may find some way to reach us. I suspected such an
+effort last night, when I sent out the rescue party which brought you
+in. Ah, that reminds me, Madame; you sent for me?"
+
+"Yes, M. de Tonty. I can speak to you frankly? You are the friend of
+Sieur de Artigny?"
+
+"Faith, I hope I am, Madame, but I know not what has got into the
+lad--he will tell me nothing."
+
+"I suspected as much, Monsieur. It was for that reason I have sent for
+you. He has not even told you the story of our journey?"
+
+"Ay, as brief as a military report--not a fact I could not have
+guessed. There is a secret here, which I have not discovered. Why is
+M. Cassion so wild for the lad's blood? and how came there to be
+trouble between Rene, and the fur trader? Bah! I know the lad is no
+murderer, but no one will tell me the facts."
+
+"Then I will, Monsieur," I said gravely. "It was because of my belief
+that Sieur de Artigny would refuse explanation that I sent for you.
+The truth need not be concealed; not from you, at least, the commander
+of Fort St. Louis--"
+
+"Pardon, Madame, but I am not that. La Salle left me in command with
+less than a dozen men. De Baugis came later, under commission from La
+Barre, but he also had but a handful of followers. To save quarrel we
+agreed to divide authority, and so got along fairly well, until M.
+Cassion arrived with his party. Then the odds were altogether on the
+other side, and De Baugis assumed command by sheer force of rifles.
+'Twas La Salle's wish that no resistance be made, but, faith, with the
+Indians scattered, I had no power. This morning things have taken a
+new phase. An hour ago M. Cassion assumed command of the garrison by
+virtue of a commission he produced from the Governor La Barre, naming
+him major of infantry. This gives him rank above Captain de Baugis,
+and, besides, he bore also a letter authorizing him to take command of
+all French troops in this valley, if, in his judgment, circumstances
+rendered it necessary. No doubt he deemed this the proper occasion."
+
+"To assure the conviction, and death of De Artigny?" I asked, as he
+paused. "That is your meaning, Monsieur?"
+
+"I cannot see it otherwise," he answered slowly, "although I hesitate
+to make so grave a charge in your presence, Madame. Our situation here
+is scarcely grave enough to warrant his action, for the fort is in no
+serious danger from the Iroquois. De Baugis, while no friend of mine,
+is still a fair minded man, and merciful. He cannot be made a tool for
+any purpose of revenge. This truth Major Cassion has doubtless
+learned, and hence assumes command himself to carry out his plans."
+
+I looked into the soldier's dark, clear-cut face, feeling a confidence
+in him, which impelled me to hold out my hand.
+
+"M. de Tonty," I said, determined now to address him in all frankness.
+"It is true that I am legally the wife of this man of whom you speak,
+but this only enables me to know his motives better. This condemnation
+of Sieur de Artigny is not his plan alone; it was born in the brain of
+La Barre, and Cassion merely executes his orders. I have here the
+written instructions under which he operates."
+
+I held out to him the page from La Barre's letter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII
+
+THE COURT MARTIAL
+
+
+De Tonty took the paper from my hand, glanced at it, then lifted his
+eyes inquiringly to mine.
+
+"'Tis in the governor's own hand. How came this in your possession?"
+
+"I found it in Cassion's private bag last night, under the berth
+yonder. Later he came and carried the bag away, never suspecting it
+had been opened. His commission was there also. Read it, Monsieur."
+
+He did so slowly, carefully, seeming to weigh every word, his eyes
+darkening, and a flush creeping into his swarthy cheeks.
+
+"Madame," he exclaimed at last. "I care not whether the man be your
+husband, but this is a damnable conspiracy, hatched months ago in
+Quebec."
+
+I bowed my head.
+
+"Beyond doubt, Monsieur."
+
+"And you found nothing more? no documents taken from Hugo Chevet?"
+
+"None, Monsieur; they were either destroyed in accordance with La
+Barre's instructions, or else M. Cassion has them on his person."
+
+"But I do not understand the reason for such foul treachery. What
+occurred back in New France to cause the murder of Chevet, and this
+attempt to convict De Artigny of the crime?"
+
+"Sit here, Monsieur," I said, my voice trembling, "and I will tell you
+the whole story. I must tell you, for there is no one else in Fort St.
+Louis whom I can trust."
+
+He sat silent, and bareheaded, his eyes never leaving my face as I
+spoke. At first I hesitated, my words hard to control, but as I
+continued, and felt his sympathy, speech became easier. All
+unconsciously his hand reached out and rested on mine, as though in
+encouragement, and only twice did he interrupt my narrative with
+questions. I told the tale simply, concealing nothing, not even my
+growing love for De Artigny. The man listening inspired my utmost
+confidence--I sought his respect and faith. As I came to the end his
+hand grasp tightened, but, for a moment, he remained motionless and
+silent, his eyes grave with thought.
+
+"'Tis a strange, sad case," he said finally, "and the end is hard to
+determine. I believe you, Madame, and honor your choice. The case is
+strong against De Artigny; even your testimony is not for his defense.
+Does M. Cassion know you saw the young man that night?"
+
+"He has dropped a remark, or two, which shows suspicion. Possibly some
+one of the men saw me outside the Mission House, and made report."
+
+"Then he will call you as witness. If I know the nature of Cassion his
+plan of trial is a mere form, although doubtless he will ask the
+presence of Captain de Baugis, and M. de la Durantaye. Neither will
+oppose him, so long as he furnishes the proof necessary to convict. He
+will give his evidence, and call the Indian, and perchance a soldier
+or two, who will swear to whatever he wishes. If needed he may bring
+you in also to strengthen the case. De Artigny will make no defense,
+because he has no witnesses, and because he has a fool notion that he
+might compromise you by telling the whole truth."
+
+"Then there is no hope? nothing we can do?"
+
+"No, Madame; not now. I shall not be consulted, nor asked to be
+present. I am under strict order from La Salle not to oppose La
+Barre's officers, and, even if I were disposed to disobey my chief, I
+possess no force with which to act. I have but ten men on whom I could
+rely, while they number over forty." He leaned closer, whispering,
+"Our policy is to wait, and act after the prisoner has been
+condemned."
+
+"How? You mean a rescue?"
+
+"Ay, there lies the only hope. There is one man here who can turn the
+trick. He is De Artigny's comrade and friend. Already he has outlined
+a plan to me, but I gave no encouragement. Yet, now, that I know the
+truth, I shall not oppose. Have you courage, Madame, to give him your
+assistance? 'Tis like to be a desperate venture."
+
+I drew a deep breath, but with no sense of fear.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur. Who is the man I am to trust?"
+
+"Francois de Boisrondet, the one who led the rescue party last
+night."
+
+"A gallant lad."
+
+"Ay, a gentleman of France, a daring heart. Tonight--"
+
+The door opened, and the figure of a man stood outlined against the
+brighter glow without. De Tonty was on his feet fronting the newcomer,
+ere I even realized it was Cassion who stood there, glaring at us.
+Behind him two soldiers waited in the sunshine.
+
+"What is the meaning of this, M. de Tonty?" he exclaimed, with no
+pretense at friendliness. "A rather early morning call, regarding
+which I was not even consulted. Have husbands no rights in this
+wilderness paradise?"
+
+"Such rights as they uphold," returned the Italian, erect and
+motionless. "I am always at your service, M. Cassion. Madame and I
+have conversed without permission. If that be crime I answer for it
+now, or when you will."
+
+It was in Cassion's heart to strike. I read the desire in his eyes, in
+the swift clutch at his sword hilt; but the sarcastic smile on De
+Tonty's thin lips robbed him of courage.
+
+"'Tis best you curb your tongue," he snarled, "or I will have you in
+the guardhouse with De Artigny. I command now."
+
+"So I hear. Doubtless you could convict me as easily."
+
+"What do you mean?"
+
+"Only that your whole case is a tissue of lies."
+
+"Pah! you have her word for it, no doubt. But you will all sing a
+different song presently. Ay, and it will be her testimony which will
+hang the villain."
+
+"What is this you say, Monsieur--my testimony?"
+
+"Just that--the tale of what you saw in the Mission garden at St.
+Ignace. _Sacre_, that shot hits, does it! You thought me asleep, and
+with no knowledge of your escapade, but I had other eyes open that
+night, my lady. Now will you confess the truth?"
+
+"I shall conceal nothing, Monsieur."
+
+"'Twill be best that you make no attempt," he sneered, his old
+braggart spirit reasserting itself as De Tonty kept silent. "I have
+guard here to escort you to the Commandant's office."
+
+"You do me honor." I turned to De Tonty. "Shall I go, Monsieur?"
+
+"I think it best, Madame," he replied soberly, his dark eyes
+contemptuously surveying Cassion. "To refuse would only strengthen the
+case against the prisoner. M. Cassion will not, I am sure, deny me the
+privilege of accompanying you. Permit me to offer my arm."
+
+I did not glance toward Cassion, but felt no doubt as to the look on
+his face; yet he would think twice before laying hand on this stern
+soldier who had offered me protection. The guard at the door fell
+aside promptly, and permitted us to pass. Some order was spoken, in a
+low tone, and they fell in behind with rifles at trail. Once in the
+open I became, for the first time, aware of irregular rifle firing,
+and observed in surprise, men posted upon a narrow staging along the
+side of the log stockade.
+
+"Is the fort being attacked?" I asked.
+
+"There has been firing for some days," he answered, "but no real
+attack. The savages merely hide yonder amid the rocks and woods, and
+strive to keep us from venturing down the trail. Twice we have made
+sortie, and driven them away, but 'tis a useless waste of fighting."
+He called to a man posted above the gate. "How is it this morning,
+Jules?"
+
+The soldier glanced about cautiously, keeping his head below cover.
+
+"Thick as flies out there, Monsieur," he answered, "and with a
+marksman or two among them. Not ten minutes since Bowain got a ball in
+his head."
+
+"And no orders to clear the devils out?"
+
+"No, Monsieur--only to watch that they do not form for a rush."
+
+The Commandant's office was built against the last stockade--a log hut
+no more pretentious than the others. A sentry stood at each side of
+the closed door, but De Tonty ignored them, and ushered me into the
+room. It was not large, and was already well filled, a table littered
+with papers occupying the central space, De Baugis and De la Durantaye
+seated beside it, while numerous other figures were standing pressed
+against the walls. I recognized the familiar faces of several of our
+party, but before I recovered from my first embarrassment De Baugis
+arose, and with much politeness offered me a chair.
+
+De Tonty remained beside me, his hand resting on my chair back, as he
+coolly surveyed the scene. Cassion pushed past, and occupied a vacant
+chair, between the other officers, laying his sword on the table. My
+eyes swept about the circle of faces seeking De Artigny, but he was
+not present. But for a slight shuffling of feet, the silence was
+oppressive. Cassion's unpleasant voice broke the stillness.
+
+"M. de Tonty, there is a chair yonder reserved for your use."
+
+"I prefer remaining beside Madame Cassion," he answered calmly. "It
+would seem she has few friends in this company."
+
+"We are all her friends," broke in De Baugis, his face flushing, "but
+we are here to do justice, and avenge a foul crime. 'Tis told us that
+madame possesses certain knowledge which has not been revealed. Other
+witnesses have testified, and we would now listen to her word.
+Sergeant of the guard, bring in the prisoner."
+
+He entered by way of the rear door, manacled, and with an armed
+soldier on either side. Coatless and bareheaded, he stood erect in the
+place assigned him, and as his eyes swept the faces, his stern look
+changed to a smile as his glance met mine. My eyes were still upon
+him, seeking eagerly for some message of guidance, when Cassion
+spoke.
+
+"M. de Baugis will question the witness."
+
+"The court will pardon me," said De Artigny. "The witness to be heard
+is Madame?"
+
+"Certainly; what means your interruption?"
+
+"To spare the lady unnecessary embarrassment. She is my friend, and,
+no doubt, may find it difficult to testify against me. I merely
+venture to ask her to give this court the exact truth."
+
+"Your words are impertinent."
+
+"No, M. de Baugis," I broke in, understanding all that was meant.
+"Sieur de Artigny has spoken in kindness, and has my thanks. I am
+ready now to bear witness frankly."
+
+Cassion leaned over whispering, but De Baugis merely frowned, and
+shook his head, his eyes on my face. I felt the friendly touch of M.
+de Tonty's hand on my shoulder, and the slight pressure brought me
+courage.
+
+"What is it you desire me to tell, Monsieur?"
+
+"The story of your midnight visit to the Mission garden at St. Ignace,
+the night Hugo Chevet was killed. Tell it in your own words, Madame."
+
+As I began my voice trembled, and I was obliged to grip the arms of
+the chair to keep myself firm. There was a mist before my eyes, and I
+saw only De Artigny's face, as he leaned forward eagerly listening.
+Not even he realized all I had witnessed that night, and yet I must
+tell the truth--the whole truth, even though the telling cost his
+life. The words came faster, and my nerves ceased to throb. I read
+sympathy in De Baugis' eyes, and addressed him alone. Twice he asked
+me questions, in so kindly a manner as to win instant reply, and once
+he checked Cassion when he attempted to interrupt, his voice stern
+with authority. I told the story simply, plainly, with no attempt at
+equivocation, and when I ceased speaking the room was as silent as a
+tomb. De Baugis sat motionless, but Cassion stared at me across the
+table, his face dark with passion.
+
+"Wait," he cried as though thinking me about to rise. "There are
+questions yet."
+
+ "Monsieur," said De Baugis coldly. "If there are questions it is my
+place to ask them."
+
+"Ay," angrily beating his hand on the board, "but it is plain to be
+seen the woman has bewitched you. No, I will not be denied; I am
+Commandant here, and with force enough behind me to make my will law.
+Scowl if you will, but here is La Barre's commission, and I dare you
+ignore it. So answer me, Madame--you saw De Artigny bend over the body
+of Chevet--was your uncle then dead?"
+
+"I know not, Monsieur; but there was no movement."
+
+"Why did you make no report?--was it to shield De Artigny?"
+
+I hesitated, yet the answer had to be made.
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny was my friend, Monsieur. I did not believe him
+guilty, yet my evidence would have cast suspicion upon him. I felt it
+best to remain still, and wait."
+
+"You suspected another?"
+
+"Not then, Monsieur, but since."
+
+Cassion sat silent, not overly pleased with my reply, but De Baugis
+smiled grimly.
+
+"By my faith," he said, "the tale gathers interest. You have grown to
+suspicion another since, Madame--dare you name the man?"
+
+My eyes sought the face of De Tonty, and he nodded gravely.
+
+"It can do no harm, Madame," he muttered softly. "Put the paper in De
+Baugis' hand."
+
+I drew it, crumpled, from out the bosom of my dress, rose to my feet,
+and held it forth to the Captain of Dragoons. He grasped it
+wonderingly.
+
+"What is this, Madame?"
+
+"One page from a letter of instruction. Read it, Monsieur; you will
+recognize the handwriting."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIX
+
+CONDEMNED
+
+
+He opened the paper gravely, shadowing the page with one hand so that
+Cassion was prevented from seeing the words. He read slowly, a frown
+on his face.
+
+"'Tis the writing of Governor La Barre, although unsigned," he said at
+last.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"How came the page in your possession?"
+
+"I removed it last night from a leather bag found beneath the sleeping
+bunk in the quarters assigned me."
+
+"Do you know whose bag it was?"
+
+"Certainly; it was in the canoe with me all the way from Quebec--M.
+Cassion's."
+
+"Your husband?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+De Baugis' eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at me; then his glance
+fell upon Cassion, who was leaning forward, his mouth open, his face
+ashen gray. He straightened up as he met De Baugis' eyes, and gave
+vent to an irritating laugh.
+
+"_Sacre_, 'tis quite melodramatic," he exclaimed harshly. "But of
+little value else. I acknowledge the letter, M. de Baugis, but it
+bears no relation to this affair. Perchance it was unhappily worded,
+so that this woman, eager to save her lover from punishment--"
+
+De Tonty was on his feet, his sword half drawn.
+
+"'Tis a foul lie," he thundered hotly. "I will not stand silent before
+such words."
+
+"Messieurs," and De Baugis struck the table. "This is a court, not a
+mess room. Be seated, M. de Tonty; no one in my presence will be
+permitted to besmirch the honor of Captain la Chesnayne's daughter.
+Yet I must agree with Major Cassion that this letter in no way proves
+that he resorted to violence, or was even urged to do so. The governor
+in all probability suggested other means. I could not be led to
+believe he countenanced the commission of crime, and shall ask to read
+the remainder of his letter before rendering decision. You found no
+other documents, Madame?"
+
+"None bearing on this case."
+
+"The papers supposed to be taken from the dead body of Chevet?"
+
+"No, Monsieur."
+
+"Then I cannot see that the status of the prisoner is changed, or that
+we have any reason to charge the crime to another. You are excused,
+Madame, while we listen to such other witnesses as may be called."
+
+"You wish me to retire?"
+
+"I would prefer you do so."
+
+I arose to my feet, hesitating and uncertain. It was evident enough
+that the court intended to convict the prisoner. All the hatred and
+dislike engendered by years of controversy with La Salle, all the
+quarrels and misunderstandings of the past few months between the two
+rival commanders at the fort, was now finding natural outlet in this
+trial of Rene de Artigny. He was officer of La Salle, friend of De
+Tonty, and through his conviction they could strike at the men they
+both hated and feared. More, they realized also that such action would
+please La Barre. Whatever else had been accomplished by my exhibit of
+the governor's letter, it had clearly shown De Baugis that his master
+desired the overthrow of the young explorer. And while he felt slight
+friendship for Cassion, he was still La Barre's man, and would obey
+his orders. He wished me out of the way for a purpose. What purpose?
+That I might not hear the lying testimony of those soldiers and
+Indians, who would swear as they were told.
+
+Tears misted my eyes, so the faces about me were blurred, but, before
+I could find words in which to voice my indignation, De Tonty stood
+beside me, and grasped my arm.
+
+"There is no use, Madame," he said coldly enough, although his voice
+shook. "You only invite insult when you deal with such curs. They
+represent their master, and have made verdict already--let us go."
+
+De Baugis, Cassion, De la Durantaye were upon their feet, but the
+dragoon first found voice.
+
+"Were those words addressed to me, M. de Tonty?"
+
+"Ay, and why not! You are no more than La Barre's dog. Listen to me,
+all three of you. 'Twas Sieur de la Salle's orders that I open the
+gates of this fort to your entrance, and that I treat you courteously.
+I have done so, although you took my kindness to be sign of weakness,
+and have lorded it mightily since you came. But this is the end; from
+now it is war between us, Messieurs, and we will fight in the open.
+Convict Rene de Artigny from the lies of these hirelings, and you pay
+the reckoning at the point of my sword. I make no threat, but this is
+the pledged word of Henri de Tonty. Make passage there! Come,
+Madame."
+
+No one stopped us; no voice answered him. Almost before I realized the
+action, we were outside in the sunlight, and he was smiling into my
+face, his dark eyes full of cheer.
+
+"It will make them pause and think--what I said," he exclaimed, "yet
+will not change the result."
+
+"They will convict?"
+
+"Beyond doubt, Madame. They are La Barre's men, and hold commission
+only at his pleasure. With M. de la Durantaye it is different, for he
+was soldier of Frontenac's, yet I have no hope he will dare stand out
+against the rest. We must find another way to save the lad, but when I
+leave you at the door yonder I am out of it."
+
+"You, Monsieur! what can I hope to accomplish without your aid?"
+
+"Far more than with it, especially if I furnish a good substitute. I
+shall be watched now, every step I take. 'Tis like enough De Baugis
+will send me challenge, though the danger that Cassion would do so is
+slight. It is the latter who will have me watched. No, Madame,
+Boisrondet is the lad who must find a way out for the prisoner; they
+will never suspicion him, and the boy will enjoy the trick. Tonight,
+when the fort becomes quiet, he will find way to explain his plans.
+Have your room dark, and the window open."
+
+"There is but one, Monsieur, outward, above the precipice."
+
+"That will be his choice; he can reach you thus unseen. 'Tis quite
+possible a guard may be placed at your door."
+
+He left me, and walked straight across the parade to his own
+quarters, an erect, manly figure in the sun, his long black hair
+falling to his shoulders. I drew a chair beside the door, which I
+left partially open, so that I might view the scene without. There
+was no firing now, although soldiers were grouped along the
+western stockade, keeping guard over the gate. I sat there for
+perhaps an hour, my thoughts sad enough, yet unconsciously gaining
+courage and hope from the memory of De Tonty's words of confidence.
+He was not a man to fail in any deed of daring, and I had already seen
+enough of this young Boisrondet, and heard enough of his exploits, to
+feel implicit trust in his plans of rescue. Occasionally a soldier of
+the garrison, or a _courier du bois_, of La Salle's company, passed,
+glancing at me curiously, yet I recognized no familiar face, and
+made no attempt to speak, lest the man might prove an enemy. I could
+see the door of the guardhouse, and, at last, those in attendance
+at the trial emerged, talking gravely, as they scattered in
+various directions. The three officers came forth together, proceeding
+directly across toward De Tonty's office, evidently with some
+purpose in view. No doubt, angered at his words, they sought
+satisfaction. I watched until they disappeared within the distant
+doorway, De Baugis the first to enter. A moment later one of the
+soldiers who had accompanied us from Quebec, a rather pleasant-faced
+lad, whose injured hand I had dressed at St. Ignace, approached where
+I sat, and lifted his hand in salute.
+
+"A moment, Jules," I said swiftly. "You were at the trial?"
+
+"Yes, Madame."
+
+"And the result?"
+
+"The Sieur de Artigny was held guilty, Madame," he said regretfully,
+glancing about as though to assure himself alone. "The three officers
+agreed on the verdict, although I know some of the witnesses lied."
+
+"You know--who?"
+
+"My own mate for one--Georges Descartes; he swore to seeing De Artigny
+follow Chevet from the boats, and that was not true, for we were
+together all that day. I would have said so, but the court bade me be
+still."
+
+"Ay, they were not seeking such testimony. No matter what you said,
+Jules, De Artigny would have been condemned--it was La Barre's
+orders."
+
+"Yes, Madame, so I thought."
+
+"Did the Sieur de Artigny speak?"
+
+"A few words, Madame, until M. Cassion ordered him to remain still.
+Then M. de Baugis pronounced sentence--it was that he be shot
+tomorrow."
+
+"The hour?"
+
+"I heard none mentioned, Madame."
+
+"And a purpose in that also to my mind. This gives them twenty-four
+hours in which to consummate murder. They fear De Tonty and his men
+may attempt rescue; 'tis to find out the three have gone now to his
+quarters. That is all, Jules; you had best not be seen talking here
+with me."
+
+I closed the door, and dropped the bar securely into place. I knew the
+worst now, and felt sick and faint. Tears would not come to relieve,
+yet it seemed as though my brain ceased working, as if I had lost all
+physical and mental power. I know not how long I sat there, dazed,
+incompetent to even express the vague thoughts which flashed through
+my brain. A rapping on the door aroused me. The noise, the insistent
+raps awoke me as from sleep.
+
+"Who wishes entrance?"
+
+"I--Cassion; I demand speech with you."
+
+"For what purpose, Monsieur?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ Does a man have to give excuse for desiring to speak with
+his own wife? Open the door, or I'll have it broken in. Have you not
+yet learned I am master here?"
+
+I drew the bar, no longer with any sense of fear, but impelled by a
+desire to hear the man's message. I stepped back, taking refuge behind
+the table, as the door opened, and he strode in, glancing first at me,
+then suspiciously about the apartment.
+
+"You are alone?"
+
+"Assuredly, Monsieur; did you suspect others to be present?"
+
+"Hell's fire! How did I know; you have time enough to spare for
+others, although I have had no word with you since you came. I come
+now only to tell you the news."
+
+"If it be the condemnation of Sieur de Artigny, you may spare your
+words."
+
+"You know that! Who brought you the message?"
+
+"What difference, Monsieur? I would know the result without messenger.
+You have done your master's will. What said De Tonty when you told
+him?"
+
+Cassion laughed, as though the memory was pleasant.
+
+"Faith, Madame, if you base your hopes there on rescue you'll scarce
+meet with great result. De Tonty is all bark. _Mon Dieu!_ I went in to
+hold him to account for his insult, and the fellow met us with such
+gracious speech, that the four of us drank together like old comrades.
+The others are there yet, but I had a proposition to make you--so I
+left them."
+
+"A proposition, Monsieur?"
+
+"Ay, a declaration of peace, if you will. Listen Adele, for this is
+the last time I speak you thus fairly. I have this De Artigny just
+where I want him now. His life is in my hands. I can squeeze it out
+like that; or I can open my fingers, and let him go. Now you are to
+decide which it is to be. Here is where you choose, between that
+forest brat and me."
+
+"Choose between you? Monsieur you must make your meaning more clear."
+
+"_Mon Dieu_, is it not clear already? Then I will make it so. You are
+my wife by law of Holy Church. Never have you loved me, yet I can pass
+that by, if you grant me a husband's right. This De Artigny has come
+between us, and now his life is in my hands. I know not that you love
+the brat, yet you have that interest in him which would prevent
+forgiveness of me if I show no mercy. So now I come and offer you his
+life, if you consent to be my wife in truth. Is that fair?"
+
+"It may so sound," I answered calmly, "yet the sacrifice is all mine.
+How would you save the man?"
+
+"By affording him opportunity to escape during the night; first
+accepting his pledge never to see you again."
+
+"Think you he would give such pledge?"
+
+Cassion laughed sarcastically.
+
+"Bah, what man would not to save his life! It is for you to speak the
+word."
+
+I stood silent, hesitating to give final answer. Had I truly believed
+De Artigny's case hopeless I might have yielded, and made pledge. But
+as I gazed into Cassion's face, smiling with assurance of victory, all
+my dislike of the man returned, and I shrank back in horror. The
+sacrifice was too much, too terrible; besides I had faith in the
+promises of De Tonty, in the daring of Boisrondet. I would trust them,
+aye, and myself, to find some other way of rescue.
+
+"Monsieur," I said firmly, "I understand your proposition, and refuse
+it. I will make no pledge."
+
+"You leave him to die?"
+
+"If it be God's will. I cannot dishonor myself, even to save life. You
+have my answer. I bid you go."
+
+Never did I see such look of beastly rage in the face of any man. He
+had lost power of speech, but his fingers clutched as though he had my
+throat in their grip. Frightened, I stepped back, and Chevet's pistol
+gleamed in my hand.
+
+"You hear me, Monsieur--go!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXX
+
+I CHOOSE MY FUTURE
+
+
+He backed out the door, growling and threatening. I caught little of
+what he said, nor did I in the least care. All I asked, or desired,
+was to be alone, to be free of his presence. I swung the door in his
+very face, and fastened the bar. Through the thick wood his voice
+still penetrated in words of hatred. Then it ceased, and I was alone
+in the silence, sinking down nerveless beside the table, my face
+buried in my hands.
+
+I had done right; I knew I had done right, yet the reaction left me
+weak and pulseless. I saw now clearly what must be done. Never could I
+live with this Cassion; never again could I acknowledge him as
+husband. Right or wrong, whatever the Church might do, or the world
+might say, I had come to the parting of the ways; here and now I must
+choose my own life, obey the dictates of my own conscience. I had been
+wedded by fraud to a man I despised; my hatred had grown until now I
+knew that I would rather be dead than live in his presence.
+
+If this state of mind was sin, it was beyond my power to rid myself of
+the curse; if I was already condemned of Holy Church because of
+failure to abide by her decree, then there was naught left but for me
+to seek my own happiness, and the happiness of the man I loved.
+
+I lifted my head, strengthened by the very thought, the red blood
+tingling again through my veins. The truth was mine; I felt no
+inclination to obscure it. The time had come for rejoicing, and
+action. I loved Rene de Artigny, and, although he had never spoken the
+word, I knew he loved me. Tomorrow he would be in exile, a wanderer of
+the woods, an escaped prisoner, under condemnation of death, never
+again safe within reach of French authority. Ay, but he should not go
+alone; in the depths of those forests, beyond the arm of the law,
+beyond even the grasp of the Church, we should be together. In our own
+hearts love would justify. Without a qualm of conscience, without even
+a lingering doubt, I made the choice, the final decision.
+
+I know not how long it took me to think this all out, until I had
+accepted fate; but I do know the decision brought happiness and
+courage. Food was brought me by a strange Indian, apparently unable
+to speak French; nor would he even enter the room, silently handing
+me the platter through the open door. Two sentries stood just
+without--soldiers of De Baugis, I guessed, as their features were
+unfamiliar. They gazed at me curiously, as I stood in the doorway, but
+without changing their attitudes. Plainly I was held prisoner also;
+M. Cassion's threat was being put into execution. This knowledge
+merely served to strengthen my decision, and I closed, and barred
+the door again, smiling as I did so.
+
+It grew dusk while I made almost vain effort to eat, and, at last,
+pushing the pewter plate away, I crossed over, and cautiously opened
+the wooden shutter of the window. The red light of the sunset still
+illumined the western sky, and found glorious reflection along the
+surface of the river. It was a dizzy drop to the bed of the stream
+below, but Indians were on the opposite bank, beyond rifle shot, in
+considerable force, a half-dozen canoes drawn up on the sandy shore,
+and several fires burning. They were too far away for me to judge
+their tribe, yet a number among them sported war bonnets, and I had no
+doubt they were Iroquois.
+
+So far as I could perceive elsewhere there was no movement, as my eyes
+traveled the half circle, over a wide vista of hill and dale, green
+valley and dark woods, although to the left I could occasionally hear
+the sharp report of a rifle, in evidence that besieging savages were
+still watchful of the fort entrance. I could not lean out far enough
+to see in that direction, yet as the night grew darker the vicious
+spits of fire became visible. Above me the solid log walls arose but a
+few feet--a tall man might stand upon the window ledge, and find grip
+of the roof; but below was the sheer drop to the river--perchance two
+hundred feet beneath. Already darkness shrouded the water, as the
+broad valley faded into the gloom of the night.
+
+There was naught for me to do but sit and wait. The guard which M.
+Cassion had stationed at the door prevented my leaving the room, but
+its more probable purpose was to keep others from communicating with
+me. De Tonty had evidently resorted to diplomacy, and instead of
+quarreling with the three officers when they approached him, had
+greeted them all so genially as to leave the impression that he was
+disposed to permit matters to take their natural course. He might be
+watched of course, yet was no longer suspicioned as likely to help
+rescue the prisoner. All their fear now was centered upon me, and my
+possible influence.
+
+If I could be kept from any further communication with either De
+Artigny, or De Tonty, it was scarcely probable that any of the
+garrison would make serious effort to interfere with their plans. De
+Tonty's apparent indifference, and his sudden friendliness with De
+Baugis and Cassion, did not worry me greatly. I realized his purpose
+in thus diverting suspicion. His pledge of assistance had been given
+me, and his was the word of a soldier and gentleman. In some manner,
+and soon--before midnight certainly--I would receive message from
+Boisrondet.
+
+Yet my heart failed me more than once as I waited. How long the time
+seemed, and how deadly silent was the night. Crouched close beside the
+door I could barely hear the muttered conversation of the soldiers on
+guard; and when I crossed to the open window I looked out upon a black
+void, utterly soundless. Not even the distant crack of a rifle now
+broke the solemn stillness, and the only spot of color visible was the
+dull red glow of a campfire on the opposite bank of the river. I had
+no way of computing time, and the lagging hours seemed centuries long,
+as terrifying doubts assailed me.
+
+Every new thought became an agony of suspense. Had the plans failed?
+Had Boisrondet discovered the prisoner so closely guarded as to make
+rescue impossible? Had his nerve, his daring, vanished before the real
+danger of the venture? Had De Artigny refused to accept the chance?
+What had happened; what was happening out there in the mystery?
+
+All I could do was pray, and wait. Perhaps no word would be given
+me--the escape might already be accomplished, and I left here to my
+fate. Boisrondet knew nothing of my decision to accompany De Artigny
+in his exile. If the way was difficult and dangerous, he might not
+consider it essential to communicate with me at all. De Tonty had
+promised, to be sure, yet he might have failed to so instruct the
+younger man. I clung to the window, the agony of this possibility,
+driving me wild.
+
+_Mon Dieu!_ was that a noise overhead? I could see nothing, yet, as I
+leaned further out, a cord touched my face. I grasped it, and drew the
+dangling end in. It was weighted with a bit of wood. A single coal
+glowed in the fireplace, and from this I ignited a splinter, barely
+yielding me light enough to decipher the few words traced on the white
+surface: "Safe so far; have you any word?"
+
+My veins throbbed; I could have screamed in delight, or sobbed in
+sudden joy and relief. I fairly crept to the window on hands and
+knees, animated now with but one thought, one hope--the desire not to
+be left here behind, alone. I hung far out, my face upturned, staring
+into the darkness. The distance was not great, only a few feet to the
+roof above, yet so black was the night that the edge above me blended
+imperceptibly against the sky. I could perceive no movement, no
+outline. Could they have already gone? Was it possible that they
+merely dropped this brief message, and instantly vanished? No, the
+cord still dangled; somewhere in that dense gloom, the two men peered
+over the roof edge waiting my response.
+
+"Monsieur," I called up softly, unable to restrain my eagerness.
+
+"Yes, Madame," it was De Artigny's voice, although a mere whisper.
+"You have some word for me?"
+
+"Ay, listen; is there any way by which I can join you?"
+
+"Join me--here?" astonishment at my request made him incoherent. "Why,
+Madame, the risk is great--"
+
+"Never mind that; my reason is worthy, nor have we time now to discuss
+the matter. Monsieur Boisrondet is there a way?"
+
+I heard them speak to each other, a mere murmur of sound; then another
+voice reached my ears clearly.
+
+"We have a strong grass rope, Madame, which will safely bear your
+weight. The risk will not be great. I have made a noose, and will
+lower it."
+
+I reached it with my hand, but felt a doubt as my fingers clasped it.
+
+"'Tis very small, Monsieur."
+
+"But strong enough for double your weight, as 'twas Indian woven. Put
+foot in the noose, and hold tight. There are two of us holding it
+above."
+
+The memory of the depth below frightened me, yet I crept forth on the
+narrow sill, clinging desperately to the taut rope, until I felt my
+foot safely pressed into the noose, which tightened firmly about it.
+
+"Now," I said, barely able to make my lips speak. "I am ready."
+
+"Then swing clear, Madame; we'll hold you safe."
+
+I doubt if it was a full minute in which I swung out over that gulf
+amid the black night. My heart seemed to stop beating, and I retained
+no sense other than to cling desperately to the swaying cord which
+alone held me from being dashed to death on the jagged rocks below.
+Inch by inch they drew me up, the continuous jerks yielding a
+sickening sensation, but the distance was so short, I could scarcely
+realize the full danger, before De Artigny grasped me with his hands,
+and drew me in beside him on the roof. I stood upon my feet, trembling
+from excitement, yet encouraged in my purpose, by his first words of
+welcome.
+
+"Adele," he exclaimed, forgetful of the presence of his comrade.
+"Surely you had serious cause for joining us here."
+
+"Am I welcome, Monsieur?"
+
+"Can you doubt? Yet surely it was not merely to say farewell that you
+assumed such risk?"
+
+"No, Monsieur, it was not to say farewell. I would accompany you in
+your flight. Do not start like that at my words; I cannot see your
+face--perhaps if I could I should lose courage. I have made my choice,
+Monsieur. I will not remain the slave of M. Cassion. Whether for good
+or evil I give you my faith."
+
+"You--you," his hands grasped mine. "You mean you will go with me into
+exile, into the woods?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"But do you realize what it all means? I am a fugitive, a hunted man;
+never again can I venture within French civilization. I must live
+among savages. No, no, Adele, the sacrifice is too great. I cannot
+accept of it."
+
+"Do you love me, Monsieur?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu_--yes."
+
+"Then there is no sacrifice. My heart would break here. God! Would you
+doom me to live out my life with that brute--that murderer? I am a
+young woman, a mere girl, and this is my one chance to save myself
+from hell. I am not afraid of the woods, of exile, of anything, so I
+am with you. I would rather die than go to him--to confess him
+husband."
+
+"The lady is right, Rene," Boisrondet said earnestly. "You must think
+of her as well as yourself."
+
+"Think of her! _Mon Dieu_, of whom else do I think. Adele, do you mean
+your words? Would you give up all for me?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"But do you know what your choice means?"
+
+I stood before him, brave in the darkness.
+
+"Monsieur I have faced it all. I know; the choice is made--will you
+take me?"
+
+Then I was in his strong arms, and for the first time, his lips met
+mine.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI
+
+WE REACH THE RIVER
+
+
+It was the voice of Boisrondet which recalled us to a sense of
+danger.
+
+"It is late, and we must not linger here," he insisted, touching De
+Artigny's sleeve. "The guard may discover your absence, Rene, before
+we get beyond the stockade. Come, we must move quickly."
+
+"Ay, and with more than ever to give us courage, Francois. Yet how can
+we get Madame safely over the logs?"
+
+"She must venture the same as we. Follow me closely, and tread with
+care."
+
+So dark was the night I was obliged to trust entirely to De Artigny's
+guidance, but it was evident that both men were familiar with the way,
+and had thoroughly considered the best method of escape. No doubt De
+Tonty and his young lieutenant had arranged all details, so as to
+assure success. We traversed the flat roofs of the chain of log houses
+along the west side of the stockade until we came to the end. The only
+light visible was a dull glow of embers before the guardhouse near the
+center of the parade, which revealed a group of soldiers on duty. The
+stockade extended some distance beyond where we halted, crouched low
+on the flat roof to escape being seen. There would be armed men along
+that wall, especially near the gates, guarding against attack, but the
+darkness gave us no glimpse. There was no firing, no movement to be
+perceived. The two men crept to the edge, and looked cautiously over,
+and I clung close to De Artigny, nervous from the silence, and afraid
+to become separated. Below us was the dense blackness of the gorge.
+
+"This is the spot," whispered De Artigny, "and no alarm yet. How far
+to the rocks?"
+
+"De Tonty figured the distance at forty feet below the stockade; we
+have fifty feet of rope here. The rock shelf is narrow, and the great
+risk will be not to step off in the darkness. There should be an iron
+ring here somewhere--ay, here it is; help me draw the knot taut,
+Rene."
+
+"Do we--do we go down here, Monsieur?" I questioned, my voice
+faltering.
+
+"Here, or not at all; there are guards posted yonder every two yards.
+This is our only chance to escape unseen." Boisrondet tested the rope,
+letting it slip slowly through his hands down into the darkness below,
+until it hung at full length. "It does not touch," he said, "yet it
+cannot lack more than a foot or two. Faith! We must take the risk. I
+go first Rene--hush! 'tis best so--the lady would prefer that you
+remain, while I test the passage. The devil himself may be waiting
+there." He gazed down, balancing himself on the edge, the cord gripped
+in his hands.
+
+"Now mind my word; once on the rock below I will signal with three
+jerks on the cord. Haul up then slowly, so as to make no noise; make a
+noose for the lady's foot, and lower her with care. You have the
+strength?"
+
+"Ay, for twice her weight."
+
+"Good; there will be naught to fear, Madame, for I will be below to
+aid your footing. When I give the signal again Rene will descend and
+join us."
+
+"The rope is to be left dangling?"
+
+"Only until I return. Once I leave you safe beyond the Iroquois, 'tis
+my part to climb this rope again. Some task that," cheerfully, "yet De
+Tonty deems it best that no evidence connect us with this escape. What
+make you the hour?"
+
+"Between one and two."
+
+"Which will give me time before daydawn; so here, I chance it."
+
+He swung himself over the edge, and slipped silently down into the
+black mystery. We leaned over to watch, but could see nothing, our
+only evidence of his progress, the jerking of the cord. De Artigny's
+hand closed on mine.
+
+"Dear," he whispered tenderly, "we are alone now--you are sorry?"
+
+"I am happier than I have ever been in my life," I answered honestly.
+"I have done what I believe to be right, and trust God. All I care to
+know now is that you love me."
+
+"With every throb of my heart," he said solemnly. "It is my love which
+makes me dread lest you regret."
+
+"That will never be, Monsieur; I am of the frontier, and do not fear
+the woods. Ah! he has reached the rock safely--'tis the signal."
+
+De Artigny drew up the cord, testing it to make sure the strands held
+firm, and made careful noose, into which he slipped my foot.
+
+"Now, Adele, you are ready?"
+
+"Yes, sweetheart; kiss me first."
+
+"You have no fear?"
+
+"Not with your strong hands to support, but do not keep me waiting
+long below."
+
+Ay, but I was frightened as I swung off into the black void, clinging
+desperately to that slight rope, steadily sinking downward. My body
+rubbed against the rough logs, and then against rock. Once a jagged
+edge wounded me, yet I dare not release my grip, or utter a sound. I
+sank down, down, the strain ever greater on my nerves. I retained no
+knowledge of distance, but grew apprehensive of what awaited me below.
+Would the rope reach to the rock? Would I swing clear? Even as these
+thoughts began to horrify, I felt a hand grip me, and Boisrondet's
+whisper gave cheerful greeting.
+
+"It is all right, Madame; release your foot, and trust me. Good, now
+do not venture to move, until Rene joins us. Faith, he wastes little
+time; he is coming now."
+
+I could see nothing, not even the outlines of my companion, who stood
+holding the cord taut. I could feel the jagged face of the rock,
+against which I stood, and ventured, by reaching out with one foot, to
+explore my immediate surroundings. The groping toe touched the edge of
+the narrow shelf, and I drew back startled at thought of another sheer
+drop into the black depths. My heart was still pounding when De
+Artigny found foothold beside me. As he swung free from the cord, his
+fingers touched my dress.
+
+"A fine test of courage that, Adele," he whispered, "but with Francois
+here below there was small peril. Now what next?"
+
+"A ticklish passage for a few yards. Stand close until I get by; now
+cling to the wall, and follow me. Once off this shelf we can plan our
+journey. Madame, take hold of my jacket. Rene, you have walked this
+path before."
+
+"Ay, years since, but I recall its peril."
+
+We crept forward, so cautiously it seemed we scarcely moved, the rock
+shelf we traversed so narrow in places that I could scarce find space
+in which to plant my feet firmly. Boisrondet whispered words of
+guidance back to me, and I could feel De Artigny touch my skirt as he
+followed, ready to grip me if I fell. Yet then I experienced no fear,
+no shrinking, my every thought centered on the task. Nor was the way
+long. Suddenly we clambered onto a flat rock, crossed it, and came to
+the edge of a wood, with a murmur of water not far away. Here
+Boisrondet paused, and we came close about him. There seemed to be
+more light here, although the tree shadows were grim, and the night
+rested about us in impressive silence.
+
+"Here is where the river trail comes down," and Boisrondet made motion
+to the left. "You should remember that well, Rene."
+
+"I was first to pass over it; it leads to the water edge."
+
+"Yes; not so easily followed in the night, yet you are woodsman enough
+to make it. So far as we know from above the Iroquois have not
+discovered there is a passage here. Listen, Rene; I leave you now, for
+those were De Tonty's orders. He said that from now on you would be
+safe alone. Of course he knew nothing of Madame's purpose."
+
+"Monsieur shall not find me a burden," I interrupted.
+
+"I am sure of that," he said gallantly, "and so think it best to
+return while the night conceals my movements. There will be hot words
+when M. Cassion discovers your escape, and my chief may need my sword
+beside him, if it comes to blows. Is my decision to return right,
+Rene?"
+
+"Ay, right; would that I might be with you. But what plan did M. de
+Tonty outline for me to follow?"
+
+"'Twas what I started to tell. At the edge of the water, but concealed
+from the river by rocks, is a small hut where we keep hidden a canoe
+ready fitted for any secret service. 'Twas Sieur de la Salle's thought
+that it might prove of great use in time of siege. No doubt it is
+there now just as we left it, undiscovered of the Iroquois. This will
+bear you down the river until daylight, when you can hide along
+shore."
+
+"There is a rifle?"
+
+"Two of them, with powder and ball." He laid his hand on the other's
+shoulder. "There is nothing more to say, and time is of value.
+Farewell, my friend."
+
+"Farewell," their fingers clasped. "There will be other days,
+Francois; my gratitude to M. de Tonty." Boisrondet stepped back, and,
+hat in hand, bowed to me.
+
+"Adieu, Madame; a pleasant journey."
+
+"A moment, Monsieur," I said, a falter in my voice. "You are M. de
+Artigny's friend, an officer of France, and a Catholic."
+
+"Yes, Madame."
+
+"And you think that I am right in my choice? that I am doing naught
+unworthy of my womanhood?"
+
+Even in the darkness I saw him make the symbol of the cross, before he
+bent forward and kissed my hand.
+
+"Madame," he said gravely, "I am but a plain soldier, with all my
+service on the frontier. I leave to the priests the discussion of
+doctrines, and to God my punishment and reward. I can only answer you
+as De Artigny's friend, and an officer of France. I give you honor,
+and respect, and deem your love and trust far more holy than your
+marriage. My faith, and my sword are yours, Madame."
+
+I felt his lips upon my hand, yet knew not he had gone. I stood there,
+my eyes blinded with tears at his gallant words, only becoming
+conscious of his disappearance, when De Artigny drew me to him, his
+cheek pressed against my hair.
+
+"He has gone! we are alone!"
+
+"Yes, dear one; but I thank God for those last words. They have given
+me courage, and faith. So my old comrades believe us right the
+criticism of others does not move me. You love me, Adele? you do not
+regret?"
+
+My arms found way about his neck; my lips uplifted to his.
+
+"Monsieur, I shall never regret; I trust God, and you."
+
+How he ever found his way along that dim trail I shall never know.
+Some memory of its windings, together with the instinct of a woodsman,
+must have given guidance, while no doubt his feet, clad in soft Indian
+moccasins, enabled him to feel the faint track, imperceivable in the
+darkness. It led along a steep bank, through low, tangled bushes, and
+about great trees, with here and there a rock thrust across the path,
+compelling detour. The branches scratched my face, and tore my dress,
+confusing me so that had I not clung to his arm, I should have been
+instantly lost in the gloom. Our advance was slow and cautious, every
+step taken in silence. Snakes could not have moved with less noise,
+and the precaution was well taken. Suddenly De Artigny stopped,
+gripping me in warning. For a moment there was no sound, except the
+distant murmur of waters, and the chatter of some night bird. Yet some
+instinct of the woods held the man motionless, listening. A twig
+cracked to our left, and then a voice spoke, low and rumbling. It
+sounded so close at hand the fellow could scarcely have been five
+yards away. Another voice answered, and we were aware of bodies,
+stealing along through the wood; there was a faint rustling of dead
+leaves, and the occasional swish of a branch. We crouched low in the
+trail, fairly holding our breath, every nerve tense. There was no
+sound from below, but in the other direction one warrior--I could see
+the dim outline of his naked figure--passed within reach of my
+outstretched hand.
+
+Assured that all had passed beyond hearing De Artigny rose to his
+feet, and assisted me to rise, his hand still grasping mine.
+
+"Iroquois, by the look of that warrior," he whispered, "and enough of
+them to mean mischief. I would I knew their language."
+
+"'Twas the tongue of the Tuscaroras," I answered. "My father taught me
+a little of it years ago. The first words spoken were a warning to be
+still; the other answered that the white men are all asleep."
+
+"And I am not sure but that is true. If De Tonty was in command the
+walls would be well guarded, but De Baugis and Cassion know nothing of
+Indian war."
+
+"You believe it to be an assault?"
+
+"It hath the look; 'tis not Indian nature to gather thus at this night
+hour, without a purpose. But, _pouf_, there is little they can do
+against that stockade of logs for all their numbers. It is our duty to
+be well away by daylight."
+
+The remaining distance to the water's edge was not far--a direct
+descent amid a litter of rocks, shadowed by great trees. Nothing
+opposed our passage, nor did we hear any sound from the savages
+concealed in the forest above. De Artigny led the way along the shore
+until we reached the log hut. Its door stood open; the canoe was
+gone.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII
+
+WE MEET SURPRISE
+
+
+Not until we had felt carefully from wall to wall did we admit our
+disappointment. There were no overshadowing trees here, and what small
+glimmer of light came from the dull skies found reflection on river
+and rocks, so that we could perceive each other, and gain dim view of
+our surroundings.
+
+Of the canoe there was absolutely no trace, and, if arms had been
+hidden there also, they had likewise disappeared. The very fact that
+the door stood wide open, its wooden lock broken, told the story
+clearly. I remained silent, staring about through the semi-darkness of
+the interior, rendered speechless by a feeling of utter helplessness.
+De Artigny, after an utterance of disappointment, felt his way along
+the walls; as he came back to the open door our eyes met, and he must
+have read despair in mine, for he smiled encouragingly.
+
+"Swept bare, little girl," he said. "Not so much as an ounce of powder
+left. The savages got here before us, it seems. Never mind; we shall
+have to travel a ways on woodcraft, and it will not be the first
+wilderness journey I have made without arms. Did De Tonty mention to
+you where he believed the Illini were in hiding?"
+
+"No, Monsieur--are they Indians?"
+
+"Yes; the river tribes, the most loyal of all to La Salle. It was one
+of their villages we saw on the bank of the stream as we approached
+the fort from the west, I told Boisrondet that it stood there
+deserted, but not destroyed, and it was our judgment the inhabitants
+were hiding among the river bluffs. Without canoes they could not
+travel far, and are probably concealed out yonder. If we can find them
+our greatest peril is past."
+
+"They are friendly?"
+
+"Ay, and have never shed white blood. I know them well, and with
+leadership they would be a match even for the Iroquois. De Tonty led
+them once against these same warriors, and they fought like fiends.
+Come, we will follow the stream, and see if we cannot find trace of
+their covert."
+
+It was but a cluster of rocks where the hut stood, and a few yards
+below we found the forest creeping down to the very bank of the river.
+The sky had lightened above us, the obscuring clouds opening to let
+the silver gleam of stars through, and we paused a moment gazing back,
+and upward at the vast rock on which perched the beleaguered fort. We
+could dimly perceive the vague outline of it silhouetted against the
+lighter arch of sky. In massive gloom and silence it seemed to
+dominate the night, the grim forest sweeping up to its very walls. Not
+a gleam of light appeared; not a sound reached us. I felt De Artigny's
+arm about me.
+
+"I would that I really knew what was going on yonder 'neath the screen
+of trees," he said gravely. "Some Indian trick, perchance, which it
+might be in my power to circumvent--at least bear to the lads fair
+warning."
+
+"You would risk life for that?"
+
+"Ay, my own readily. That is a lesson of the wilderness; the duty of a
+comrade. But for your presence I should be climbing the hill seeking
+to learn the purpose of those savages--else I was no true soldier of
+France."
+
+"What think you their purpose is, Monsieur?"
+
+"An attack in force at dawn. Those who passed us were heavily armed,
+and crept forward stealthily, stripped and painted for war. There were
+other parties, no doubt, creeping up through the woods from all sides.
+'Tis my thought the hour has struck for them to make their great
+effort. They have scattered the friendly Indians, killed them, or
+driven them in terror down the river. Their villages have been
+destroyed. Now all the warriors who have been at that business have
+returned, filled with blood lust, and eager to strike at the French."
+
+"But they cannot win? Surely they cannot capture the fort, Monsieur?
+Why it is all rock?"
+
+"On three sides--yes; but to the south there is ample space for attack
+in force. Those woods yonder would conceal a thousand savages within a
+few hundred yards of the fort gates. And what of the defense? Opposing
+them is one hundred and fifty feet of stockade, protected at best by
+fifty rifles. There are no more in the fort, officers, Indians, and
+all; and Boisrondet says scarcely a dozen rounds of powder and ball to
+a man. If the Iroquois know this--and why should they not?--'twill be
+no great feat of arms to batter their way in. I would do that which is
+right, Adele, if I saw clearly."
+
+I clung to his hands, staring back still at the grim outline of the
+silent fort. I understood his thoughts, his desire to aid his
+comrades; but, for a moment, my mind was a blank. I could not let him
+go, alone, to almost certain death. No, nor would he abandon me on
+such a mission! Was there no other way by which we could serve?
+Suddenly a thought crept into my mind.
+
+"Monsieur," I asked breathlessly, "where do you suppose those Illini
+Indians to be?"
+
+"Back from the river, in a glen of caves and rocks."
+
+"How far from here?"
+
+"Four or five miles; there is a trail from the mouth of the creek."
+
+"And you know the way? and there might be many warriors there? they
+will remember you, and obey your orders?"
+
+He straightened up, aroused as the full meaning of my questioning
+occurred to him.
+
+"Ay, there is a chance there, if we find them in time, and in force
+enough to make foray. _Sacre!_ I know not why such thought has not
+come to me before. Could we but fall on those devils from the rear in
+surprise, even with a third their number, they would run like cats.
+_Mon Dieu!_ I thank you for the thought."
+
+We plunged into the forest, no longer endeavoring to advance silently,
+but inspired with a desire to achieve our goal as soon as possible. At
+the mouth of a stream entering the river, De Artigny picked me up in
+his arms, and waded across. On the opposite bank he sought eagerly on
+hands and knees for the old trace he dimly remembered. At last he
+stood erect.
+
+"Ay, lass, it's here, and to be easily followed. What hour do you make
+it now?"
+
+"About three."
+
+"So I would have said; and 'tis not daylight until after five. We can
+scarce make it, yet we will try."
+
+It was not as dark here away from the gloom of the Rock; the forest
+was open, and yet I will never know how De Artigny succeeded in
+following that dim trail at so rapid a gait. As for me I could see
+nothing of any path, and merely followed him blindly, not even certain
+of the nature of the ground under my feet. Again and again I tripped
+over some obstacles--a root, a tuft of grass--and continually unnoted
+branches flapped against my face. Once I fell prone, yet so
+noiselessly that Rene passed beyond view before he realized my
+misfortune, and returned to help me regain my feet. Not until then, I
+think, did he comprehend the rapidity of his movements.
+
+"Your pardon, dear girl," and his lips brushed my hair, as he held me
+in his arms. "I forgot all but our comrades yonder. The night is dark
+to your eyes."
+
+"I can see nothing," I confessed regretfully, "yet you have no
+difficulty."
+
+"'Tis a woodsman's training. I have followed many a dim trail in dark
+forests, and this is so plain I could keep to it on a run if
+necessary. Ah! the fort is awake and vigilant--that was rifle fire."
+
+I had not only heard the sharp reports, but seen the flash of fire
+cleaving the darkness.
+
+"The discharges came from the woods yonder--they were Indian guns,
+Monsieur. See! those two last were from the stockade; I could perceive
+the logs in the flare."
+
+"Ay, and that is all; the lads will waste no ammunition in the gloom,
+except to tell the savages they are awake and ready."
+
+"How far have we traveled, Monsieur?"
+
+"A mile, perhaps. At the crooked oak yonder we leave the stream. You
+met with no harm when you fell?"
+
+"No more than a bruise. I can go on now."
+
+We turned to the right, and plunged into the thicket, the way now so
+black that I grasped his jacket in fear of becoming lost. We were
+clambering up a slight hill, careless of everything but our footing,
+when there was a sudden rustling of the low branches on either side
+our path. De Artigny stopped, thrusting me back, while at that very
+instant, indistinct forms seemed to leap forth from the covert. It
+occurred so quickly, so silently, that before I even realized danger,
+he was struggling madly with the assailants. I heard the crash of
+blows, an oath of surprise, a guttural exclamation, a groan of pain.
+Hands gripped me savagely; I felt naked bodies, struggled wildly to
+escape, but was flung helplessly to the ground, a hand grasping my
+hair. I could see nothing only a confused mass of legs and arms, but
+De Artigny was still on his feet, struggling desperately. From some
+hand he had grabbed a rifle, and swung it crashing into the faces of
+those grappling him. Back he came step by step, fighting like a fiend,
+until he stood over me. With one wide sweep of his clutched weapon he
+struck me free, a blow which shattered the gun stock, and left him
+armed only with the iron bar. But the battle fury was on him; dimly I
+could see him towering above me, bareheaded, his clothes torn to rags,
+the grim barrel poised for a blow.
+
+"St. Ann!" he cried exultantly. "'Tis a good fight so far--would you
+have more of it?"
+
+"Hold!" broke in a French voice from out the darkness. "What means
+this? Are you of white blood?"
+
+"I have always supposed so."
+
+"A renegade consorting with devils of the Iroquois?"
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ No! an officer of Fort St. Louis."
+
+I could see the white man thrust aside the Indian circle, and strike
+through. His face was invisible, although I was upon my knees now, but
+he was a short, heavily built fellow.
+
+"Stand back! ay, make room. Saint Guise, we are fighting our own
+friends. If you are of the garrison name yourself."
+
+De Artigny, still clasping his rifle barrel, reached out his other
+hand, and lifted me to my feet.
+
+"Perchance," he said coolly, "if I were a stickler for etiquette, I
+might ask you first for some explanation of this attack. However, we
+have made some heads ring, so I waive that privilege. I am the Sieur
+de Artigny, a lieutenant of La Salle's."
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_" the other stepped forward, his hand outstretched. "'Tis
+no unknown name to me, although we have never before met by some
+chance--I am Francois de la Forest."
+
+"La Forest! You were in France three months ago."
+
+"Aye; I was there when Sieur de la Salle landed. He told me the whole
+tale. I was with him when he had audience with Louis. I am here now
+bearing the orders of the King, countersigned by La Barre at Quebec,
+restoring De Tonty to command at Fort St. Louis, and bidding De Baugis
+and that fool Cassion return to New France."
+
+De Artigny crushed the man's hand in both his own, dropping the rifle
+barrel to the ground. His voice trembled as he made answer.
+
+"He won the King's favor? he convinced Louis?"
+
+"No doubt of that--never saw I a greater miracle."
+
+"And the Sieur de la Salle--has he returned?"
+
+"Nay; he remains in France, to fit out an expedition to sail for the
+mouth of the Great River. He hath special commission from the King. To
+me was given the honor of bearing his message. Ah! but La Barre raved
+like a mad bull when I handed him the King's order. I thought he would
+burst a blood vessel, and give us a new governor. But no such luck.
+Pah! I stood there, struggling to keep a straight face, for he had no
+choice but obey. 'Twas a hard dose to swallow, but there was Louis'
+orders in his own hand, all duly sealed; and a command that I be
+dispatched hither with the message."
+
+"How made you the journey in so short a time?"
+
+"Overland from Detroit, the same trail you traveled with La Salle;
+'tis much the shorter."
+
+"Alone?"
+
+"With two _courier de bois_; they are with me now. But what is this De
+Artigny you have with you--a woman?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII
+
+WARRIORS OF THE ILLINI
+
+
+"Yes, M. de la Forest," I said, stepping forward to save Rene from a
+question which would embarrass him. "I am the daughter of Captain
+la Chesnayne, whom the Sieur de Artigny hath taken under his
+protection."
+
+"La Chesnayne's daughter! Ah, I heard the story told in Quebec--'twas
+La Barre's aid who gave me the facts with many a chuckle as though he
+held it an excellent joke. But why are you here, Madame? Is not M.
+Cassion in the fort yonder?"
+
+"'Tis a long tale, La Forest," broke in De Artigny, laying his hand on
+the other's shoulder, "and will bide a better time for telling. I am a
+soldier, and you may trust my word. We are La Salle's men; let it go
+at that, for there is graver duty fronting us now than the retelling
+of camp gossip. Madame is my friend, and my hand will defend her
+reputation. Is that enough, comrade?"
+
+"Ay, enough. My best regards, Madame," and he bowed low before me, his
+words ringing true. "Whoever Sieur de la Salle has learned to trust
+hath my faith also. You have come from the fort I take it, De Artigny?
+How are matters there?"
+
+"Ill enough; the officers at swords' points, and the men divided into
+three camps, for where De la Durantaye stands there is no evidence. M.
+Cassion holds command by virtue of La Barre's commission, and knows no
+more of Indian war than a Quebec storekeeper. The garrison numbers
+fifty men all told; two-thirds soldiers, and a poor lot."
+
+"With ammunition, and food?"
+
+"Ample to eat, so far as I know, but Boisrondet tells me with scarce a
+dozen rounds per man. The Iroquois are at the gates, and will attack
+at daylight."
+
+"You know this?"
+
+"The signs are plain. We passed one party clambering up the cliff--no
+less than fifty warriors, naked and painted for war. Tuscaroras,
+Madame said from the words she overheard as they slipped past where we
+hid. 'Tis not likely they made reconnoissance alone. The fiends have
+been a week in this valley, and have swept all clear of our Indian
+allies; now they can bring their full force against the fort."
+
+"No doubt you are right."
+
+"'Twas my judgment, at least, and we sought help when we ran into you.
+What Indians have you?"
+
+"Illini, mostly, with a handful of Miamis and Kickapoos. We met them
+at the crossing, hiding in the hills. They were sadly demoralized, and
+filled with horror at what they had seen, yet agreed to return here
+under my leadership."
+
+"Who is their chief?"
+
+"Old Sequitah--you know him?"
+
+"Ay, a real warrior. 'Tis better than I dared hope, for I have been in
+battle with him before. Do you number a hundred?"
+
+"And fifty more, though indifferently armed. Never have I seen the
+Illini in action, De Artigny; they seem to me a poor lot, so
+frightened of the wolves as to be valueless."
+
+"So they are if left to themselves, but under white leadership they
+stiffen. They will fight if given the Indian style. They will never
+stand in defense, but if we lead them to a surprise, they'll give good
+account of themselves. That is my plan La Forest--that we creep up
+through the woods behind the Iroquois lines. They will expect no
+attack from the rear, and will have no guard. If we move quickly while
+it remains dark, we ought to get within a few yards of the red demons
+without discovery. They will fight desperately, no doubt, for their
+only hope of escape would be to either plunge down the rocky banks on
+either side, or cut a way through. You have been at the fort?"
+
+"Twice before."
+
+"Then you know the nature of the ground. 'Tis all woodland until
+within a few hundred yards of the gates. You recall the great rock
+beside the trail?"
+
+"Ay, and the view from the top."
+
+"My plan would be to creep up that far, with flanking parties on the
+slopes below. In front, as you may remember, there is an open space,
+then a fringe of forest hiding the clearing before the stockade. The
+Iroquois will be gathered behind that fringe of trees waiting
+daylight. Is my thought right?"
+
+"'Tis the most likely spot."
+
+"Then listen; I have thought this all out. You and I, with Sequitah,
+will take a hundred of your Indians, cross the small river, and
+advance up the trail. That leaves fifty warriors to creep through the
+woods on either slope, twenty-five to a side, led by your two
+_couriers de bois_. We will wait at the great rock, and give the
+signal."
+
+La Forest stood silent a moment, thinking; then rested his hand on De
+Artigny's shoulder.
+
+"It looks feasible enough, but the flanking parties may not reach
+their positions in time."
+
+"The one from the west will not have as far to travel as we do. The
+other does not make so much difference, for if the Iroquois break they
+will come in this direction--the other side of the trail is sheer
+rock."
+
+"True; and what about the lady?"
+
+"I shall go with you, Messieurs," I said quietly. "There will be no
+more danger there than here; besides you would not leave me alone
+without a guard, and you will need every fighting man."
+
+I felt the grip of Rene's hand but it was La Forest's voice that
+spoke.
+
+"The right ring to that, hey, De Artigny! Madame answers my last
+argument. But first, let us have word with the chief."
+
+He addressed a word into the crowd of indistinguishable figures, and
+an Indian came forward. Dim as the light was I was impressed with the
+dignity of his carriage, the firm character of his facial outline.
+
+"I am Sequitah, Chief of the Mascoutins," he said gravely, "for whom
+the white chief sent."
+
+De Artigny stepped forth, standing as erect as the other.
+
+"Sequitah is great chief," he said quietly, "a warrior of many
+battles, the friend of La Salle. We have smoked the peace-pipe
+together, and walked side by side on the war-trail. Sequitah knows who
+speaks?"
+
+"The French warrior they call De Artigny."
+
+"Right; 'tis not the first time you and I have met the Iroquois! The
+wolves are here again; they have burned the villages of the Illini,
+and killed your women and children. The valley is black with smoke,
+and red with blood. What says the war chief of the Mascoutins--will
+his warriors fight? Will they strike with us a blow against the
+beasts?"
+
+The chief swept his hand in wide circle.
+
+"We are warriors; we have tasted blood. What are the white man's words
+of wisdom?"
+
+Briefly, in quick, ringing sentences, De Artigny outlined his plan.
+Sequitah listened motionless, his face unexpressive of emotion. Twice,
+confused by some French phrase, he asked grave questions, and once a
+_courier de bois_ spoke up in his own tongue, to make the meaning
+clear. As De Artigny ceased the chief stood for a moment silent.
+
+"We leap upon them from cover?" he asked calmly, "and the white men
+will sally forth to aid us?"
+
+"'Tis so we expect--M. de Tonty is never averse to a fight."
+
+"I believe in the Iron Hand; but 'tis told me others command now. If
+they fail we are but few against many."
+
+"They will not fail, Sequitah; they are Frenchmen."
+
+The Indian folded his hands across his breast, his eyes on the two men
+facing him. There was silence, but for the slight rustle of moving
+bodies in the darkness.
+
+"Sequitah hears the voice of his friend," he announced at last, "and
+his words sound wise. The warriors of the Illini will fight beside the
+white men."
+
+There was no time lost although I know but little of what occurred,
+being left alone there while La Forest and De Artigny divided the men,
+and arranged the plans of advance. The dense night shrouded much of
+this hasty preparation, for all I could perceive were flitting
+figures, or the black shadow of warriors being grouped together. I
+could hear voices, never loud, giving swift orders, or calling to this
+or that individual through the gloom.
+
+A party tramped by me, and disappeared, twenty or more naked warriors,
+headed by a black-bearded Frenchman, bearing a long rifle--the
+detachment, no doubt, dispatched to guard the slope east of the trail,
+and hurried forth to cover the greater distance. Yet these could have
+scarcely advanced far through that jungle when the others were also in
+line, waiting the word.
+
+The very silence in which all this was accomplished, the noiseless
+bodies, the almost breathless attention, scarcely enabled me to
+realize the true meaning of it all. These men were going into battle,
+into a death grapple. They meant to attack five times their own
+number. This was no boy's play; it was war, savage, relentless war.
+The stern horror of it seemed to suddenly grip me as with icy fingers.
+Here was what I had read of, dreamed of, being enacted before my very
+eyes. I was even a part of it, for I was going with them to the field
+of blood.
+
+Yet how different everything was from those former pictures of
+imagination. There was no noise, no excitement, no shrinking--just
+those silent, motionless men standing in the positions assigned them,
+the dim light gleaming on their naked bodies, their ready weapons. I
+heard the voices of the white men, speaking quietly, giving last
+instructions as they passed along the lines. Sequitah took his place,
+not two yards from me, standing like a statue, his face stern and
+emotionless.
+
+It was like a dream, rather than a reality. I was conscious of no
+thrill, no sense of fear. It was as though I viewed a picture in which
+I had no personal interest. Out of the darkness came De Artigny,
+pausing an instant before the chief.
+
+"All is well, Sequitah?"
+
+"Good--'tis as the white chief wishes."
+
+"Then we move at once; La Forest will guide the rear; you and I will
+march together. Give your warriors the word."
+
+He turned and took my hand.
+
+"You will walk with me, dear one; you are not afraid?"
+
+"Not of the peril of coming battle," I answered. "I--I think I hardly
+realize what that all means; but the risk you run. Rene! If--if you
+win, you will be a prisoner condemned to death."
+
+He laughed, and bent low, so I felt his lips brush my cheek.
+
+"You do not understand, dear girl. A moment and I will explain--once
+we are beyond the stream. Now I must see that all move together."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIV
+
+WE WAIT IN AMBUSH
+
+
+We advanced through the woods down a slight incline, the Indians
+moving like so many phantoms. Not a branch rattled as they glided
+silently forward, not a leaf rustled beneath the soft tread of
+moccasined feet. De Artigny led me by the hand, aiding me to move
+quietly over the uneven ground, but made no effort to speak. Beside
+us, not unlike a shadow, strode the chief Sequitah, his stern face
+uplifted, shadowed by long black hair, a rifle gripped in his sinewy
+arms. We crossed the little river, De Artigny bearing me easily in his
+grasp, and, on the opposite shore, waited for the others to follow.
+They came, a long line of dark, shadowy forms, wading cautiously
+through the shallow water, and ranged themselves just below the bank,
+many still standing in the stream. What light there was flickered over
+naked bodies, and revealed savage eyes gleaming from out masses of
+black hair.
+
+De Artigny stepped forward on the exposed root of a tree to where he
+could see his dusky followers, and La Forest climbed the bank, and
+joined him. A moment the two men conferred, turning about to question
+Sequitah. As they separated I could distinguish De Artigny's final
+words.
+
+"Very well, then, if it is your wish I take command. Sequitah, a
+hundred warriors will follow you along the trail--you know it well.
+Have your best scouts in advance, and circle your braves so as to make
+attack impossible. Your scouts will not go beyond the great rock
+except on my order. M. la Forest will accompany them. This is clear?"
+
+The Indian muttered response in his own tongue; then spoke more
+sharply, and the mass of warriors below changed formation, the greater
+number climbing the bank, and grouping themselves in the darker shadow
+of the woods.
+
+"Who has charge of the others?" asked De Artigny.
+
+"Bastian Courtray," replied La Forest. "He is yonder."
+
+"Then Courtray, listen; you follow the stream, but do not venture from
+cover. Post your men below the stockade and wait to intercept
+fugitives. We will do the fighting above. Are the warriors with you
+armed?"
+
+"All but ten have rifles, Monsieur, but I know not if they be of
+value."
+
+"You must make the best use of them you can. Above all things be
+quiet, and do nothing to alarm the Iroquois. You may go."
+
+I leaned forward watching them as they waded down stream, and then
+climbed the bank, disappearing in the undergrowth. Sequitah had moved
+past me, and I heard his voice speaking in Indian dialect. Along the
+forest aisles his warriors glided by where I stood, noiselessly as
+shadows. In another moment De Artigny and I were alone, the black
+night all about us, and not a sound reaching our ears to tell of those
+vanished allies. He took my hand, a caress in his touch, a suggestion
+of pride in his voice.
+
+"The old chief is warrior still," he said, "and, unless all signs
+fail, the Iroquois will long remember this day. Come, Adele, 'twill
+not do for us to be far behind, and we have walked this trail before
+together."
+
+Had I not tested it with my own ears never would I have believed a
+hundred men could have made way so noiselessly in the dark, through
+such thick forest, rock strewn and deeply rutted. Yet not a sound of
+their stealthy passage was wafted back to us on the wind--no echo of
+voice, no rasping of foot, no rustle of leaves. Ghosts could not have
+moved more silently. Some way the very thought that these grim savages
+were thus creeping forward to attack, and kill, their hearts mad with
+hate, wild beasts of prey stalking their victims, yielded me a strange
+feeling of horror. I clung to De Artigny's arm, shrinking from the
+shadows, my mind filled with nameless fear.
+
+"Adele," he whispered, tenderly, "you still fear for me in this
+venture?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"There is no need. You heard La Forest say he bore orders of the King
+which gave De Tonty command once more of Fort St. Louis."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; but you have already been tried and condemned. Even if
+they have not authority to shoot you here, they have power to
+transport to Quebec."
+
+"There would be battle first, if I know my old comrades well. No, as
+to that there is no cause to fear. I shall be given fair trial now,
+and welcome it. My fear has been for you--the vengeance of Cassion, if
+ever you came within his grasp again. But that also is settled."
+
+"Settled? What is it you would tell me?"
+
+"This, sweetheart; you should know, although I would that some other
+might tell you. La Forest whispered it to me while we were alone
+yonder, for he knew not you were estranged from your husband. He bears
+with him the King's order for the arrest of M. Cassion. Captain de
+Baugis is commissioned by La Barre to return him safely to Quebec for
+trial."
+
+"On what charge?"
+
+"Treason to France; the giving of false testimony against a King's
+officer, and the concealing of official records."
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ was it the case of my father?"
+
+"Yes; the truth has been made clear. There is, as I understand from
+what La Forest told me, not sufficient evidence against La Barre to
+convict, yet 'tis believed the case will cost him his office. But M.
+Cassion was his agent, and is guilty beyond a doubt."
+
+"But, Monsieur, who made the charges? Who brought the matter to the
+attention of Louis?"
+
+"The Comte de Frontenac; he was your father's friend, and won him
+restoration of his property. Not until La Forest met him in France was
+he aware of the wrong done Captain la Chesnayne. Later he had converse
+with La Salle, a Franciscan once stationed at Montreal, and two
+officers of the regiment Carignan-Salliers. Armed with information
+thus gained he made appeal to Louis. 'Tis told me the King was so
+angry he signed the order of arrest with his own hand, and handed it
+to La Forest to execute."
+
+"The Governor knows?"
+
+"Not yet. La Forest felt it best to keep the secret, fearing he might
+be detained, or possibly ambushed on the way hither."
+
+I cannot describe my feelings--joy, sorrow, memory of the past,
+overwhelming me. My eyes were wet with tears, and I could find no
+words. De Artigny seemed to understand, yet he made no effort to
+speak, merely holding me close with his strong arm. So in silence, our
+minds upon the past and the future, we followed the savages through
+the black night along the dim trail. For the time I forgot where I
+was, my weird, ghastly surroundings, the purpose of our stealthy
+advance, and remembered only my father, and the scenes of childhood.
+He must have comprehended, for he made no attempt to interrupt my
+reverie, and his silence drew me closer--the steady pressure of his
+arm brought me peace.
+
+Suddenly before us loomed the shadow of the great rock, which rose a
+mighty barrier across the trail, its crest outlined against the sky.
+The Indians had halted here, and we pressed forward through them,
+until we came to where the chief and La Forest waited. There was a
+growing tinge of light in the eastern sky, enabling us to perceive
+each other's faces. All was tense, expectant, the Indians scarcely
+venturing to breathe, the two white men conversing in whispers.
+Sequitah stood motionless as a statue, his lips tightly closed.
+
+"Your scouts ventured no further?" questioned De Artigny.
+
+"No, 'twas not safe; one man scaled the rock, and reports the Iroquois
+just beyond."
+
+"They hide in covert where I suspected then; but I would see with my
+own eyes. There is crevice here, as I remember, to give foothold. Ay,
+here it is, an easy passage enough. Come, La Forest, a glance ahead
+will make clear my plans."
+
+The two clambered up noiselessly, and outstretched themselves on the
+flat surface above. The dawn brightened, almost imperceptibly, so I
+could distinguish the savage forms on either side, some standing, some
+squatting on the grass, all motionless, but alert, their weapons
+gleaming, their cruel eyes glittering from excitement. La Forest
+descended cautiously, and touched the arm of the chief.
+
+"You see?"
+
+The Indian shook his head.
+
+"Sequitah know now; he not need see. We do what white chief says."
+
+La Forest turned toward me.
+
+"And you, Madame, De Artigny would have you join him."
+
+Surprised at the request I rested my foot in his hand, and crept
+forward along the smooth surface until I lay beside Rene. He glanced
+aside into my face.
+
+"Do not lift your head," he whispered. "Peer through this cleft in the
+stone."
+
+Had I the talent I could sketch that scene now from memory. It must
+ever abide in my mind, distinct in every detail. The sky overcast with
+cloud masses, a dense mist rising from the valley, the pallid spectral
+light barely making visible the strange, grotesque shapes of rocks,
+trees and men. Before us was a narrow opening, devoid of vegetation, a
+sterile patch of stone and sand, and beyond this a fringe of trees,
+matted with underbrush below so as to make good screen, but
+sufficiently thinned out above, so that, from our elevation, we could
+look through the interlaced branches across the cleared space where
+the timber had been chopped away to the palisades of the fort. The
+first space was filled with warriors, crouching behind the cover of
+underbrush. Most of these were lying down, or upon their knees,
+watchfully peering through toward the fort gates, but a few were
+standing, or moving cautiously about bearing word of command. The
+attention of all was in front riveted upon the silent, seemingly
+deserted fort. Not a face did I note turned in our direction, not a
+movement to indicate our presence was suspected. It was a line, in
+many places two deep, of naked red bodies, stretching down the slope
+on either side; the coarse black hair of the warriors gave them savage
+look, while here and there a chief sported gaudy war bonnet, and all
+along was the gleam of weapons. The number of them caused me to gasp
+for breath.
+
+"Monsieur," I whispered timidly, "you can never attack; there are too
+many."
+
+"They appear more numerous than they are," he answered confidently,
+"but it will be a stiff fight. Not all Tuscaroras either; there are
+Eries yonder to the right, and a few renegade Mohawks with them. Look,
+by the foot of that big tree, the fellow in war bonnet, and deerskin
+shirt--what make you of him?"
+
+"A white man in spite of his paint."
+
+"'Twas my guess also. I thought it likely they had a renegade with
+them, for this is not Indian strategy. La Forest was of the same
+opinion, although 'twas too dark when he was here for us to make
+sure."
+
+"For what are they waiting, and watching?"
+
+"The gates to open, no doubt. If they suspect nothing within, they
+will send out a party soon to reconnoiter the trail, and reach the
+river below for water. It is the custom, and, no doubt, these devils
+know, and will wait their chance. They urge the laggards now."
+
+We lay and watched them, his hand clasping mine. Those warriors who
+had been lying prone, rose to their knees, and weapons in hand,
+crouched for a spring; the chiefs scattered, careful to keep concealed
+behind cover. Not a sound reached us, every movement noiseless, the
+orders conveyed by gesture of the hand. De Artigny pressed my
+fingers.
+
+"Action will come soon," he said, his lips at my ear, "and I must be
+ready below to take the lead. You can serve us best here, Adele; there
+is no safer spot if you lie low. You have a bit of cloth--a
+handkerchief?"
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+"Then watch the fort gates, and if you see them open drop the cloth
+over the edge of the rock there in signal. I will wait just below, but
+from where we are we can see nothing. You understand?"
+
+"Surely, Monsieur; I am to remain here and watch; then signal you when
+the fort gates open."
+
+"Ay, that is it; or if those savages advance into the open--they may
+not wait."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur."
+
+His lips touched mine, and I heard him whisper a word of endearment.
+
+"You are a brave girl."
+
+"No, Monsieur; I am frightened, terribly frightened, but--but I love
+you, and am a Frenchwoman."
+
+He crept back silently, and I was left alone on the great rock, gazing
+out anxiously into the gray morning.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXV
+
+THE CHARGE OF THE ILLINI
+
+
+It seemed a long time, yet it could scarcely have exceeded a few
+moments, for the light of early dawn was still dim and spectral,
+making those savage figures below appear strange and inhuman, while,
+through the tree barrier, the more distant stockade was little more
+than a vague shadow. I could barely distinguish the sharp pointed
+logs, and if any guard passed, his movements were indistinguishable.
+
+Had I not known where they were even the position of the gates
+would have been a mystery. Yet I lay there, my eyes peering through
+the cleft in the rock, every nerve in my body throbbing. All had
+been entrusted to me; it was to be my signal which would send De
+Artigny, La Forest, and their Indian allies forward. I must not
+fail them; I must do my part. Whatever the cost--even though it be his
+life--nothing could absolve me from this duty.
+
+The Iroquois were massing toward the center, directly in front of the
+closed gates. The change in formation was made with all the
+stealthiness of Indian cunning, the warriors creeping silently behind
+the concealing bushes, and taking up their new positions according to
+motions of their chiefs. Those having rifles loaded their weapons,
+while others drew knives and tomahawks from their belts, and held them
+glittering in the gray light. The white leader remained beside the big
+tree, paying no apparent heed to anything excepting the stockade in
+front. The daylight brightened, but mist clouds overhung the valley,
+while floating wreaths of fog drifted between the great rock and the
+fort gates, occasionally even obscuring the Iroquois in vaporous
+folds. There was no sound, no sight, of those hidden below, waiting my
+word. I seemed utterly alone.
+
+Suddenly I started, lifting myself slightly, on one arm so as to see
+more clearly. Ay, the gates were opening, slowly at first as though
+the great wooden hinges made resistance; then the two leaves parted,
+and I had glimpse within. Two soldiers pushed against the heavy logs,
+and, as they opened wider, a dozen, or more men were revealed, leaning
+carelessly on their rifles. Boisrondet, bearing gun in the hollow of
+his arm stepped forward into the opening, and gazed carelessly about
+over the gray, mist shrouded scene.
+
+It was evident enough he felt no suspicion that anything more serious
+than the usual Indian picket would be encountered. He turned and spoke
+to the soldiers, waiting while they shouldered their rifles, and
+tramped forth to join him. His back was toward the fringe of wood. The
+arm of the white renegade shot into the air, and behind him the massed
+Iroquois arose to their feet, crouching behind their cover ready to
+spring. I reached over the rock edge, and dropped the handkerchief.
+
+I must have seen what followed, yet I do not know; the incidents seem
+burned on my memory, yet are so confused I can place them in no order.
+The white renegade seemed waiting, his arm upraised. Ere it fell in
+signal to dispatch his wild crew to the slaughter, there was a crash
+of rifles all about me, the red flare leaping into the gray mist--a
+savage yell from a hundred throats, and a wild rush of naked bodies.
+
+I saw warriors of the Iroquois fling up their arms and fall; I saw
+them shrink, and shrivel, break ranks and run. Surprised, stricken,
+terrified by the war-whoops of the maddened Illini, realizing only
+that they were caught between enemies, their one and only thought was
+escape. Two of their chiefs were down, and the white renegade,
+stumbling and falling as though also hurt, dived into the underbrush.
+
+Before they could rally, or even comprehend what had occurred, their
+assailants were upon them. Leaping across the open, over rock and
+sand, yelling like fiends, weapons gleaming in the dull light, the
+frenzied Illini, enflamed with revenge, maddened with hate, flung
+themselves straight at them. Rifles flashed in their faces, tomahawks
+whirled in the air, but nothing stopped that rush. Warriors fell, but
+the others stumbled over the naked bodies. I saw De Artigny, stripped
+to his shirt, and that in rags from the bushes he had plunged through,
+his rifle barrel gripped, a yard in front of them all. I saw La
+Forest, bareheaded, and Sequitah, his Indian stoicism forgotten in mad
+blood lust.
+
+Then they struck and were lost in the fierce maelstrom of struggle,
+striking, falling, red hands gripping at red throats, rifle butts
+flung high, tomahawks dealing the death blow, knives gleaming as
+sinewy arms drove them home. I could no longer distinguish enemy from
+friend; they were interlocked, struggling like mad dogs, fighting as
+devils might, a wild tangled mass of bodies, of waving hair, of
+blazing eyes, of uplifted steel.
+
+The Iroquois had rallied from their first shock; already they realized
+the small number of the attackers. Those who had fled were turning
+back; those on either flank were running toward the scene of fight. I
+saw the white renegade burst from the press, urging these laggards
+forward. Scarcely had he attained the outer edge, when De Artigny
+fought his way forth also, tearing the mass asunder with sweep of
+rifle. They stood face to face, glaring into each other's eyes.
+
+The rifle in De Artigny's hand was but a twisted bar of iron; this
+renegade's only weapon was a murderous knife, its point reddened with
+blood. What word was said, I know not, but I saw De Artigny fling his
+bar aside, and draw the knife at his belt. _Mon Dieu!_ I could not
+look; I know not how they fought; I hid my eyes and prayed. When I
+glanced up again both were gone, the fighting mass was surging over
+the spot--but the Iroquois were in flight, seeking only some means of
+escape, while out through the fort gates the soldiers of the garrison
+were coming on a run, pouring volleys of lead into the fleeing
+savages. I saw De Tonty, De Baugis, De la Durantaye--ay! and there was
+M. Cassion, back among the stragglers, waving his sword gallantly in
+the air. It was all over with so quickly I could but sit and stare;
+they ran past me in pursuit, wild yells echoing through the woods, but
+all I thought of then was M. de Artigny. I scrambled down the rock,
+falling heavily in my haste, yet once upon my feet again, rushed
+forth, reckless of danger. The ground was strewn with dead and
+wounded, the victorious Illini already scattered in merciless,
+headlong pursuit. Only a group of soldiers remained at the edge of the
+forest. Among these were De Tonty and La Forest. Neither noticed my
+approach until I faced them.
+
+"What, Madame," exclaimed De Tonty, "you here also?" he paused as
+though in doubt, "and the Sieur de Artigny--had he part in this feat
+of arms?"
+
+"A very important part, Monsieur," returned La Forest, staunching a
+wound on his forehead, yet bowing gallantly to me. "'Twas indeed his
+plan, and I permitted him command as he knows these Illini Indians
+better than I."
+
+"But does he live, Monsieur?" I broke in anxiously.
+
+"Live! ay, very much alive--see, he comes yonder now. Faith, he fought
+Jules Lescalles knife to knife, and ended the career of that renegade.
+Is that not a recommendation, M. de Tonty?"
+
+The other did not answer; he was watching De Artigny approach, his
+eyes filled with doubt. I also had scarce thought otherwise, and
+stepped forward to greet him, with hands outstretched. He was rags
+from head to foot, spattered with blood, an ugly wound showing on one
+cheek, yet his lips and eyes smiled.
+
+"'Twas good work, well done," he said cheerily. "'Twill be a while
+before the Iroquois besiege this fort again. Is that not your thought,
+M. de Tonty?"
+
+"I appreciate the service rendered," replied the other gravely. "But
+you are in peril here. M. Cassion is yonder, and still in command."
+
+De Artigny glanced inquiringly at La Forest, and the latter stepped
+forward, a leather bound packet in his hands.
+
+"Your pardon, M. de Tonty," he said. "I had forgotten my true mission
+here. I bear orders from the King of France."
+
+"From Louis? La Salle has reached the King's ear?"
+
+"Ay, to good results. These are for you, Monsieur."
+
+De Tonty took them, yet his thought was not upon their contents, but
+with his absent chief.
+
+"You saw Sieur de la Salle in France? you left him well?"
+
+"More than well--triumphant over all his enemies. He sails for the
+mouth of the Great River with a French colony; Louis authorized the
+expedition."
+
+"And is that all?"
+
+"All, except it was rumored at the court that La Barre would not for
+long remain Governor of New France."
+
+The face of the Italian did not change expression; slowly he opened
+the papers, and glanced at their contents; then folded them once more,
+and lifted his eyes to our faces.
+
+"By Grace of the King," he said simply, "I am again in command of Fort
+St. Louis. I see the order is countersigned by La Barre."
+
+"Yes, Monsieur; he had no choice--'twas not done happily."
+
+"I presume not. But Messieurs, it may be well for us to return within
+the fort. Madame, may I have the pleasure of escorting you?"
+
+We made our way slowly through the fringe of woods, and across the
+open space before the fort gates which still stood open. The dead
+bodies of savages were on all sides, so horribly mutilated, many of
+them, that I hid my eyes from the sight. De Tonty tried to speak of
+other things, and to shield me from the view, but I was so sick at
+heart I could hardly answer him. De la Durantaye, with a dozen men to
+aid, was already busily engaged in seeking the wounded, and I caught
+sight of De Baugis far down the western slope clambering up, a body of
+Indians at his heels. Cassion had disappeared; indeed there was not so
+much as a single guard at the gate when we entered, yet we were
+greeted instantly by his voice.
+
+"'Tis well you return, M. de Tonty," he said loudly. "I was about to
+call those soldiers yonder, and close the gates. 'Tis hardly safe to
+have them left thus with all these strange Indians about."
+
+"They are Illini, Monsieur--our allies."
+
+"Pah! an Indian is an Indian to my mind; bid M. de la Durantaye come
+hither." He stared at De Artigny and me, seeing us first as he stepped
+forward. A moment he gasped, his voice failing; then anger conquered,
+and he strode forward, sword in hand.
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ What is this? You here again, you bastard wood ranger? I
+had hopes I was rid of you, even at the cost of a wife. Well, I soon
+will be. Here, Durantaye, bring your men; we have a prisoner here to
+stretch rope. De Tonty, I command you in the name of France!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXVI
+
+THE CLEARING OF MYSTERY
+
+
+The point of his sword was at De Artigny's breast, but the younger man
+stood motionless, his lips smiling, his eyes on the other's face.
+
+"Perchance, Monsieur," he said quietly, "it might be best for you
+first to speak with this friend of mine."
+
+"What friend? _Sacre!_ What is the fellow to me? Who is he? another
+one of La Salle's spawn?"
+
+La Forest, still bareheaded, his forehead bleeding, pressed down the
+swordblade.
+
+"The company is a good one," he said bluntly enough, "and just now
+well worth belonging to. I am Francois de la Forest, Monsieur, one
+time commandant at Detroit; at present messenger from the King of
+France."
+
+"King's messenger--you! _Mon Dieu!_ you look it. Come, man, what
+mummery is this?"
+
+"No mummery, Monsieur. I left France two months since, bearing the
+King's own word to M. la Barre. 'Tis with his endorsement I journeyed
+hither to restore Henri de Tonty to his rightful command of Fort St.
+Louis."
+
+"You lie!" Cassion cried hotly, eyes blazing hatred and anger, "'tis
+some hellish trick."
+
+"Monsieur, never before did man say that to me, and live. Were you not
+felon, and thief I would strike you where you stand. Ay, I mean the
+words--now listen; lift that sword point and I shoot you dead.
+Monsieur de Tonty, show the man the papers."
+
+Cassion took them as though in a daze, his hand trembling, his eyes
+burning with malignant rage. I doubt if he ever saw clearly the
+printed and written words of the document, but he seemed to grasp
+vaguely the fact of La Barre's signature.
+
+"A forgery," he gasped. "Ah, De Baugis, see here; these damned curs of
+La Salle would play trick on me. Look at the paper."
+
+The dragoon took it, and smoothed it out in his hands. His face was
+grave, as his eyes searched the printed lines.
+
+"'Tis the great seal of France," he said soberly, looking about at the
+faces surrounding him, "and the signature of the governor. How came it
+here?"
+
+"By my hand," returned La Forest proudly. "You know me--Monsieur
+Francois la Forest."
+
+"Ay, I know you, ever a follower of La Salle, and friend of Frontenac.
+'Twas through his influence you got this. 'Tis little use for us to
+quarrel, M. Cassion--the order is genuine."
+
+"_Mon Dieu_, I care not for such an order; it does not supersede my
+commission; I outrank this De Tonty."
+
+"Hush, do not play the fool."
+
+"Better the fool than the coward."
+
+"Wait," said La Forest sharply, "the matter is not ended. You are
+Francois Cassion, of Quebec?"
+
+"Major of Infantry, Commissaire of the Governor La Barre."
+
+"So the titles read in this document. I arrest you by King's order for
+treason to France, and mutilation of official records. Here is the
+warrant, M. de Baugis, and your orders to convey the prisoner to
+Quebec for trial."
+
+Cassion's face went white, and he struggled madly for breath. De
+Baugis grasped the paper, so startled at this new development as to be
+incapable of comprehension.
+
+"Under arrest? for what, Monsieur? Treason, and mutilation of official
+records? What does it mean?"
+
+"This--the man knows, and will not deny the charge. False testimony
+sworn to, and signed by this Francois Cassion, charged Captain la
+Chesnayne with cowardice and treason. In consequence the latter was
+broken of his command, and his estates forfeited to the Crown. Later,
+through the efforts of Frontenac, the King was convinced of injustice,
+and the estates were restored by royal order. This order reached
+Quebec, but was never recorded. This Cassion was then private
+secretary to the governor, and the paper came into his hands. Later,
+to hush up the scandal, he married Captain la Chesnayne's daughter
+against her will. The day this was accomplished the lost order was
+placed on file."
+
+"You saw it?"
+
+"Yes, I had the files searched secretly. The order was dispatched from
+France five years ago, but was stamped as received the day Cassion
+departed from Quebec."
+
+My eyes were upon the speaker and I failed to note how the accused
+man met this damning charge. It was his voice which drew my
+attention--high pitched, harsh, unnatural.
+
+"_Mon Dieu!_ 'twas not I--'twas La Barre!"
+
+"Tell that in Quebec; though little good 'twill do you. M. de Baugis,
+in the King's name I order this man's arrest."
+
+I saw De Baugis step forward, his hand outstretched; then all was
+confusion and struggle. With the hoarse snarl of a beast, Cassion
+leaped forward, struck La Forest with his shoulder, and drove sword
+point into De Artigny. De Tonty gripped him, but was hurled aside by
+insane strength, reeling back so that the weight of his body struck me
+to my knees. The next instant, his sword-point dripping blood, the
+runner was beyond reach, speeding for the open gate. What followed I
+know from word of others, and no view I had of it.
+
+De Artigny had fallen, huddled in a heap on the grass, and I dragged
+myself across to him on my knees. I heard oaths, a shuffling of feet,
+a rush of bodies, a voice I did not recognize shouting some
+order--then the sharp crack of a rifle, and silence. I cared not what
+had occurred; I had De Artigny's head in my arms, and his eyes opened
+and smiled up at me full of courage.
+
+"You are badly hurt?"
+
+"No, I think not; the thrust was too high. Lift me, and I breathe
+better. The man must have been mad."
+
+"Surely yes, Monsieur; think you he had hope of escape?"
+
+"'Tis likely he thought only of revenge. Ah, you are here also, De
+Tonty."
+
+"Yes, lad; there is small use for me yonder. You are not seriously
+struck?"
+
+"I bleed freely, but the thrust was in the shoulder. I could stand, I
+think, with your aid."
+
+On his feet he leaned heavily on us both, yet would not be led away,
+until La Forest joined us. He held in his hand some papers, yet
+neither of us questioned him.
+
+"Monsieur de Tonty," he said, "I would have private word with you."
+
+"When I help De Artigny to his bed, and have look at his wound. Yet is
+it not matter of interest to these as well?"
+
+"I take it so."
+
+"Then speak your message--M. Cassion is dead?"
+
+"The sentry's bullet found his heart, Monsieur."
+
+"I saw him fall. Those papers were upon him--are they of value?"
+
+"That I know not; they possess no meaning to me, but they were
+addressed to the man killed at St. Ignace."
+
+"Hugo Chevet?" I exclaimed. "My uncle; may I not see them, Monsieur?"
+
+De Tonty placed them in my hands--a letter from a lawyer in Quebec,
+with a form of petition to the King, and a report of his search of the
+archives of New France. The other document was the sworn affidavit of
+Jules Beaubaou, a clerk of records, that he had seen and read a paper
+purporting to be a restoration from the King to the heirs of Captain
+la Chesnayne. It was signed and sealed. I looked up at the faces
+surrounding me; startled and frightened at this witness from the
+dead.
+
+"They are papers belonging to Chevet?" asked De Tonty.
+
+"Yes, Monsieur--see. He must have known, suspected the truth before
+our departure, yet had no thought such villainy was the work of M.
+Cassion. He sought evidence."
+
+"That is the whole story, no doubt. La Barre learned of his search,
+for he would have spies in plenty, and wrote his letter of warning to
+Cassion. The latter, fearing the worst, and desperate, did not even
+hesitate at murder to gain possession of these documents. Fate served
+him well, and gave him De Artigny as victim. I wonder only that he did
+not long ago destroy the papers."
+
+"There is always some weakness in crime," commented La Forest, "and
+the man has paid penalty for his. It would be my guess he desired to
+place them in La Barre's hands in proof of his loyalty. But,
+Messieurs, De Artigny needs to have his wound dressed. We can discuss
+all this later."
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+It was two days later, and the bright sunshine rested on Fort St.
+Louis flecking the sides of the great rock with gold, and bridging the
+broad valley below. De Artigny, yet too weak to rise unaided, sat in a
+chair Barbeau had made beside the open window, and to his call I
+joined him, my arm on his shoulder as I also gazed down upon the scene
+below. It was one of peace now, the silvery Illinois winding hither
+and yon among its green islands, the shadowy woods darkening one bank,
+and the vast meadows stretching northward from the other. Below the
+bend an Indian village, already rebuilt and occupied, slept in the
+sun, and I could see children and dogs playing before the tepees.
+
+Down the sharp trail from the fort a line of Indian packers were
+toiling slowly, their backs supporting heavy burdens which they bore
+to two canoes resting against the bank. About these were grouped a
+little party of white men, and when at last the supplies were all
+aboard, several took their places at the paddles, and pushed off into
+the stream.
+
+There was waving of hands, and shouts, and one among them--even at
+that distance I could tell La Forest--looked up at our window, and
+raised his hat in gesture of farewell. I watched until they rounded
+the rock and disappeared on their long journey to Quebec, until the
+others--exiles of the wilderness--turned away and began to climb
+upward to the fort gates. De Artigny's hand closed softly over mine.
+
+"You are sad, sweetheart; you long too for New France?"
+
+"No, Dear One," I answered, and he read the truth in my eyes.
+"Wherever you are is my home. On this rock in the great valley we will
+serve each other--and France."
+
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