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diff --git a/30319-h/30319-h.htm b/30319-h/30319-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fec84eb --- /dev/null +++ b/30319-h/30319-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,11911 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> + +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0"> + <title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Beyond the Frontier, by Randall Parrish.</title> + <style> + .valign-top { vertical-align:top; } + .valign-bottom { vertical-align:bottom; } + + @media screen { + hr.pb { + margin: 30px 0; + width: 100%; + border: none; + border-top: thin dashed silver; + } + + .pagenum { + display: inline; + font-size: x-small; + text-align: right; + text-indent: 0; + position: absolute; + right: 2%; + padding: 1px 3px; + font-style: normal; + font-variant: normal; + font-weight: normal; + text-decoration: none; + background-color: inherit; + border: 1px solid #eee; + } + + .pncolor { + color: silver; + } + } + + @media print { + hr.pb { + border: none; + page-break-after: always; + } + + .pagenum { + display: none; + } + } + + body { + margin-left: 11%; + margin-right: 10%; + } + + p { + margin-top: 0.5em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: 0.5em; + } + + blockquote { + display: block; + margin: .75em 5%; + font-size: 90%; + } + + h1 { + font-size: 1.6em; + } + + h1, + h2, + h3 { + text-align: center; + font-weight: normal; + } + + h2 { + font-size: 1.4em; + } + + h3 { + font-size: 1.2em; + } + + hr.cpy { + border: none; + border-bottom: 1px solid black; + } + + hr.pcn { + border: none; + border-bottom: 1px solid black; + border-top: 1px solid black; + height: 3px; + width: 20em; + } + + p.tp { + font-size: 1em; + margin-top: 0; + margin-bottom: 0; + text-align: center; + } + + .caption { + font-size: 90%; + text-align: center; + } + + .chsp { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; + padding-top: 2em; + padding-bottom: 1em; + } + + .figcenter { + margin: 2em auto 2em auto; + text-align: center; + width: auto; + } + + .figtag { + height: 1px; + } + + a { + text-decoration: none; + } + + hr.tb { + border: none; + border-bottom: 1px solid black; + width: 33%; + margin-top: 10px; + margin-bottom: 10px; + } + + hr.toprule { + width: 65%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + border: none; + border-bottom: 1px solid silver; + clear: both; + } + + p.ralign { + text-align: right !important; + } + + table { + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; + clear: both; + } + + td.chalgn { + text-align: right; + margin-top: 0; + padding-right: 1em; + } + </style> + +</head> + +<body> +<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"> + “You kiss me! Try it, Monsieur, if you doubt how my race repays insult”.<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">“When Wilderness was King,”<br>“The Maid of the Forest,” 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 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 & Co.</span></p> + <hr class="pb"> + <div style="font-size:smaller"> + <p class="tp">Copyright<br>A. C. McClurg & 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’ 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. ’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––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 + <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’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: “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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_4"></a>4</span> + beside him, and thus learned that La Salle’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. ’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. + </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––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>“Mademoiselle,” he said gently, “pardon me, but is + not this the home of Hugo Chevet, the fur trader?”</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>“Yes,” I answered. “If you seek him, rap on the + door beyond.”</p> + <p>“’Tis not so much Chevet I seek,” he said, showing + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_6"></a>6</span> + no inclination to pass me, “but one whom I understood + was his guest––Monsieur Francois Cassion.” + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ah!” and he stared at me intently. “In the name + of the saints, what is the meaning of this? You know + me then?”</p> + <p>I bowed, yet my eyes remained hidden.</p> + <p>“I knew you once as Monsieur’s friend,” I said, + almost regretting my indiscretion, “and have been told + you travel in his company.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“The Sieur Rene de Artigny, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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!”</p> + <p>“You have memory of the face you say?”</p> + <p>“Ay! the witchery of it; ’tis like a haunting spirit.”</p> + <p>“Which did not haunt long, I warrant. I am Adele + la Chesnayne, Monsieur.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“Yes; ever since then I have lived here, with my + uncle, Hugo Chevet.”</p> + <p>“Here!” he looked about, as though the dreariness + of it was first noticed. “Alone? Is there no other + woman?”</p> + <p>I shook my head, but no longer looked at him, for + fear he might see the tears in my eyes.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_8"></a>8</span></div> + <p>“He is rough, a woodsman,” I defended, “yet not + unkind to me. You will speak him fair?”</p> + <p>He laughed, his eyes sparkling with merriment.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>I made a little gesture, and glanced back at the + closed door.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You! I thought you were of the party of Sieur + de la Salle?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_9"></a>9</span></div> + <p>“The King! to Louis?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But he––he is treacherous, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>He laughed, as though the words amused.</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“And who is this with whom you converse so privately, + Adele?” he questioned brusquely, “a young + popinjay new to these parts I venture.”</p> + <p>De Artigny stepped between us, smiling in good + humor.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And what may I ask might be your business with + the Commissaire Cassion?” 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. “I have no remembrance of your face.” + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ah!” the word of surprise exploded from the + lips. “<i>Sacre!</i> ’tis true! My faith, what difference + clothes make. I mistook you for a <i>courier du bois</i>.”</p> + <p>“I am the Sieur Rene de Artigny.”</p> + <p>“Lieutenant of La Salle’s?”</p> + <p>“Scarcely that, Monsieur, but a comrade; for three + years I have been with his party, and was chosen by + him for this mission.”</p> + <p>Cassion laughed, chucking the gloomy-faced Chevet + in the side, as though he would give point to a good + joke.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“To whom do you refer?”</p> + <p>“To whom? Heaven help us, Chevet, the man + would play nice with words. Well, let it go, my young + cock, and answer me.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_11"></a>11</span></div> + <p>“You mean the Sieur de la Salle?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>“France! Bah! you jest; there has been no ship + outward bound.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Does La Barre know?”</p> + <p>“Faith! I could not tell you that, as he has not + honored me with audience.”</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>“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, <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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_12"></a>12</span></div> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>Cassion bowed coldly, waiting to discover how much + more his questioner knew.</p> + <p>“Ah, then I am right thus far. Well, Monsieur, + ’twas on that account I came, to volunteer as guide.”</p> + <p>“You! ’Twould be treachery.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And you pledge your word?”</p> + <p>“I pledge my word––to guide you safe to Fort St. + Louis. Once there I am comrade to Sieur de la Salle.”</p> + <p>“Bah! I care not who you comrade with, once you + serve my purpose. I take your offer, and if you play + me false––”</p> + <p>“Restrain your threats, Monsieur Cassion. A quarrel + will get us nowhere. You have my word of honor; + ’tis enough. Who will compose the party?”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“You go by the Ottawa, and the lakes?”</p> + <p>“Such were my orders.”</p> + <p>“’Tis less fatiguing, although a longer journey; and + the time of departure?”</p> + <p>Cassion laughed, as he turned slightly, and bowed + to me.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“I, Monsieur!” I exclaimed in surprise at his boastful + words. “’Twas my uncle who proposed––”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>The younger man seemed slow in response, but + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_14"></a>14</span> + 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. + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>We watched him go down the grape arbor to the + canoe, and no one spoke but Cassion.</p> + <p>“<i>Pouf!</i> 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?”</p> + <p>“That he is one to watch,” answered my uncle + gruffly. “I trust none of La Salle’s brood.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>He turned about, and glanced questioningly into my + face.</p> + <p>“And so, Mademoiselle, it did not altogether please + you to be my guest at the ball? Perchance you preferred + some other gallant?”</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––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.</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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.</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. ’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. + </p> + <p>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, + <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>“And so you know this young cockerel, do you? + You know him, and never told me?”</p> + <p>I looked up in surprise, scarce comprehending the + unexpected outburst.</p> + <p>“You mean the Sieur de Artigny?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“He came here today to see you?”</p> + <p>“No, never,” I protested. “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.” + </p> + <p>He eyed me fiercely, his face full of suspicion, his + great hand gripping the knife.</p> + <p>“’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?”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_21"></a>21</span> + 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.” + </p> + <p>“’Tis not like I shall have opportunity.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“A husband, Monsieur? You have pledged me?”</p> + <p>“Ay! why not? You are seventeen, and ’tis my + place to see you well settled.”</p> + <p>“But I have no wish to marry, Monsieur,” I protested. + “There is no man for whom I care.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_22"></a>22</span></div> + <p>He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and + laughed.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Cassion! Surely, you would not wed me to that + creature?”</p> + <p>He pushed back his chair, regarding me with + scowling eyes.</p> + <p>“And where is there a better? <i>Sacre</i>! 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?”</p> + <p>“But, Monsieur, I do not love him; I do not trust + the man.”</p> + <p>“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, + <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’s ball, + and when Monsieur Cassion returns from his mission + you will marry him––you understand?” + </p> + <p>The tears were in my eyes, blotting out his threatening + face, yet there was naught to do but answer.</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“And this De Artigny; if the fellow ever dares + come near you again I’ll crush his white throat between + my fingers.”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“To your room then, and think over all I have said. + You have never found me full of idle threats I + warrant.”</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur.”</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’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’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. + </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––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.</p> + <p>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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_26"></a>26</span> + 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. + </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>’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’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––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––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’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>“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.”</p> + <p>“Yes,” I answered, but hesitated to add more.</p> + <p>“He is much as I had pictured him, a bear of the + woods.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“No doubt, and the younger gallant? He is not of + the forest school?”</p> + <p>“’Twas Monsieur Cassion, Commissaire for the + Governor.”</p> + <p>“Ah! ’tis through him you have invitation to the + great ball?”</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’s eyes. Could she have heard the truth? + Perchance she might tell me something of the man. + </p> + <p>“He has been selected by Monsieur Chevet as my + husband,” I explained doubtfully. “Know you aught + of the man, sister?”</p> + <p>Her hand closed gently on mine.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>I caught my breath quickly, and my hand grasp + tightened.</p> + <p>“The Sieur de Artigny!” I echoed, startled into + revealing the truth. “He has been here? has talked + with you?”</p> + <p>“Surely, my dear girl. He was here with La Salle + before his chief sailed for France, and yesterday he + came again, and questioned me.”</p> + <p>“Questioned you?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And he mentioned Cassion?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_33"></a>33</span></div> + <p>“Only that he had arranged to guide him into the + wilderness. But I knew he thought ill of the man.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“But why De Artigny, my girl? What is the boy + to you?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“You think me immodest, indiscreet?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Sister.”</p> + <p>“And their departure is soon?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>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, + <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’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.</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“At your command, Mademoiselle,” he said quietly. + “The Mother tells me you have need of my services.”</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. ’Twas so natural, so confidently + done, that I felt a sudden wave of hope overcome my + timidity.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You remember that?”</p> + <p>“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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_39"></a>39</span> + 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?” + </p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>“He has not spoken, save to Chevet; yet it is seemingly + all arranged without my being approached.”</p> + <p>“A coward’s way. Chevet told you?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“That you were to marry that coxcomb?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_40"></a>40</span></div> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“On Monsieur’s safe return from the great West.”</p> + <p>The smile came back to his face.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>The eyes upon mine lost their tolerant smile, and + grew darker, and I marked the fingers of his hand + clinch.</p> + <p>“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––why came you to me with + such a tale? Have you no friends?” + </p> + <p>“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 <i>couriers du bois</i> 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.”</p> + <p>“You trust me then?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur; I believe you a man of honor.”</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>“Have I done very wrong, Monsieur?”</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>“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 + <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?” + </p> + <p>“He possesses influence now.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You attend, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“Unless they bar me at the sword point. Know + you why I made the effort?”</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“Your promise to be present. I had no wish otherwise.”</p> + <p>I felt the flush deepen on my cheeks and my eyes fell.</p> + <p>“’Tis most kind of you to say so, Monsieur,” was + all I could falter.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But not violence, Monsieur!”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_43"></a>43</span></div> + <p>“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.”</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>“I do, Monsieur, and question no more, though I + pray for peace between you. Our time is up, Sister?”</p> + <p>“Yes, my child,” she stood in the doorway, appearing + like some saintly image. “The Mother sent me.”</p> + <p>De Artigny released my hand, and bowed low.</p> + <p>“I still rely upon your attendance at the ball?” he + asked, lingering at the door.</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“And may bespeak a dance?”</p> + <p>“I cannot say no, although it may cost you dear.”</p> + <p>He laughed gaily, his eyes bright with merriment.</p> + <p>“Faith! most pleasures do I find; the world would + be dull enough otherwise. Till then, Mademoiselle, + adieu.”</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>“A lad of spirit that. The Sieur de la Salle picks + his followers well, and knows loyal hearts. The De + Artignys never fail.”</p> + <p>“You know of them, Sister?”</p> + <p>“I knew his father,” she answered, half ashamed + already of her impulse, “a gallant man. But come, + the Mother would have you visit her.”</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 ’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.</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’s arm gladly, feeling + just a little frightened by the strange surroundings.</p> + <p>“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.</p> + <p>“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.”</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. + ’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’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––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’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’Hut, and when he turned, and perceived Monsieur + Cassion next in line, smiled and extended his hand + cordially. + </p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“I have lived with my uncle, Hugo Chevet.”</p> + <p>“Ah, yes; I recall the circumstances now––a rough, + yet loyal trader. He was with me once on the Ottawa––and + tonight?”</p> + <p>“He accompanied me to the city, your excellency, + but I have not seen him since.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Captain Pierre la Chesnayne, sir.”</p> + <p>“Ah, yes; I knew him well; he fell on the Richelieu; + a fine soldier.” He turned toward Cassion, the expression + of his face changed.</p> + <p>“You depart tonight?”</p> + <p>“At daybreak, sir.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_51"></a>51</span></div> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“De Tonty?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Small chance he’ll have for any trick.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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––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.</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’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. + </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>“’Tis as though I was truly welcomed, Mademoiselle,” + he said, and gravely enough. “Could I hope + that you were even seeking me yonder?”</p> + <p>“It would be the truth, if you did,” I responded + frankly, “and I was beginning to doubt your promise.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“But, Monsieur,” I questioned puzzled, “why was + it not easy? You met with trouble?”</p> + <p>“Hardly that; a mere annoyance. I may only suspect + the cause, but an hour after I left you my ticket + of invitation was withdrawn.”</p> + <p>“Withdrawn? by whom?”</p> + <p>“The order of La Barre, no doubt; an officer of + his guard called on me to say he preferred my absence.”</p> + <p>“’Twas the work of Cassion.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But how came you here, then?”</p> + <p>He laughed in careless good humor.</p> + <p>“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.” 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.” + </p> + <p>“You entered through this window?”</p> + <p>“Yes; there is a lattice work below.”</p> + <p>“And whose office is that within?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Bah! Monsieur Cassion?”</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>“Hath the Governor grudge against me also?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_57"></a>57</span></div> + <p>“You overheard their talk?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>I felt the blood surge to my cheeks, and my eyes + fell before the intensity of his glance.</p> + <p>“If I have, Monsieur, ’tis no need that it be mentioned.”</p> + <p>“Your pardon, Mademoiselle, but your words + already answer me––’tis then that I have shown + interest in you; the dog is jealous!”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_58"></a>58</span></div> + <p>“Monsieur!”</p> + <p>He laughed, and I felt the tightening of his hand + on mine.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You make it no more than a joke?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_59"></a>59</span></div> + <p>“It is Hugo Chevet, I fear.”</p> + <p>“Chevet! my uncle––I do not understand.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“I can remain with the sisters.”</p> + <p>“Not in opposition to the Governor; they would + never dare antagonize him; tomorrow you will return + with Chevet.”</p> + <p>I drew a quick breath, my eyes on his face.</p> + <p>“How can you know all this, Monsieur? Why + should my uncle sacrifice me?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Today!”</p> + <p>“Ay! ’twas from Chevet the threat came that he + would kill me if I ever met with you again.”</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>“He said that? Chevet?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“No, no Monsieur; not that. You must not seek + a quarrel, for I am not afraid––truly I am not; you + will listen––”</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’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––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.</p> + <p>“You saw the lady?” he asked.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>The other laughed.</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>“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?” + </p> + <p>The officer straightened up.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>La Barre gazed at him across the desk, his brows + contracted into a frown.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“He thought so, but, as you must be aware, it had + been alienated by act of treason.”</p> + <p>“Ay! but Comte de Frontenac appealed the case + to the King, who granted pardon, and restoration.”</p> + <p>“So, ’twas rumored, but unsupported by the records. + So far as New France knows there was no + reply from Versailles.”</p> + <p>The Colonel stood erect, and advanced a step, his + expression one of sudden curiosity.</p> + <p>“In faith, Governor,” he said swiftly, “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.” + </p> + <p>La Barre laughed.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“He is chosen then for the mission to Fort St. + Louis?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_64"></a>64</span></div> + <p>“Ay, there were reasons for his selection. The + company departs at dawn. Tell him, Monsieur, that + I await him now for final interview.”</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>“You overheard, Monsieur?” I whispered.</p> + <p>He leaned closer, his lips at my ear, his eyes dark + with eagerness.</p> + <p>“Every word, Mademoiselle! Fear not, I shall yet + learn the truth from this Cassion. You suspected?”</p> + <p>I shook my head, uncertain.</p> + <p>“My father died in that faith, Monsieur, but Chevet + called me a beggar.”</p> + <p>“Chevet! no doubt he knows all, and has a dirty + hand in the mess. He called you beggar, hey!––hush, + the fellow comes.”</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>“You sent for me, sir?”</p> + <p>“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?” + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Does not Callons know?”</p> + <p>“Only that, seeking refreshments, he left her, and + found her gone on his return. Her wraps are in the + dressing room.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“It has been carefully read.”</p> + <p>“And the sealed orders for Chevalier de Baugis?”</p> + <p>“Here, protected in oiled silk.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_66"></a>66</span></div> + <p>“Ay, but that was before my time. Is he one to + resist De Baugis?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“So I have heard––a stronger man than De + Baugis?”</p> + <p>“A more resolute; all depends on what orders La + Salle left, and the number of men the two command.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And the garrison of St. Louis?”</p> + <p>“’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?”</p> + <p>“Ay, the boats only await my coming.”</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>“This young fellow––De Artigny,” he said + thoughtfully, “you have some special reason for keeping + him in your company?”</p> + <p>Cassion crossed the room, his face suddenly darkening.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But since?”</p> + <p>“I have cause to suspect. Chevet tells me that today + he had conference with Mademoiselle at the House of + the Ursulines.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“I may be trusted, sir.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Adele! Mademoiselle!”</p> + <p>I stepped more fully into the light, permitting the + curtain to fall behind me, and my eyes swept their + faces.</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur––you were seeking me?”</p> + <p>“For an hour past; for what reason did you leave + the ballroom?”</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>“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.”</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>“I will question the young lady, Cassion,” he said + sternly, “for I have interests here of my own. Mademoiselle!”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_69"></a>69</span></div> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“How long have you been behind that curtain?”</p> + <p>“Monsieur Cassion claims to have sought me for + an hour.”</p> + <p>“Enough of that,” his voice grown harsh, and + threatening. “You address the Governor; answer me + direct.”</p> + <p>I lifted my eyes to his stern face, but they instantly + fell before the encounter of his fierce gaze.</p> + <p>“I do not know, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“Who was here when you came in?”</p> + <p>“No one, Monsieur; the room was empty.”</p> + <p>“Then you hid there, and overheard the conversation + between Colonel Delguard and myself?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur,” I confessed, feeling my limbs + tremble.</p> + <p>“And also all that has passed since Monsieur Cassion + entered?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>He drew a deep breath, striking his hand on the + desk, as though he would control his anger.</p> + <p>“Were you alone? Had you a companion?”</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>“Alone, Monsieur? I am Adele la Chesnayne; if + you doubt, the way of discovery is open without word + from me.”</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>“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.”</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>“No one is there, Monsieur,” he reported, “but + the window is open.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“It is useless for me to reply, Monsieur,” I answered + with dignity, “as it will in no way change your + decision.”</p> + <p>“You have courage, at least.”</p> + <p>“The inheritance of my race, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“Well, we’ll test it then, but not in the form you + anticipate.” He smiled, but not pleasantly, and + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_71"></a>71</span> + 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.” + </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––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>“Where is Father Le Guard?”</p> + <p>“In the Chapel, Monsieur; he passed me a moment + ago.”</p> + <p>“Good; inform the <i>père</i> that I desire his presence + at once. Wait! know you the fur trader, Hugo + Chevet?”</p> + <p>“I have seen the man, Monsieur––a big fellow, + with a shaggy head.”</p> + <p>“Ay, as savage as the Indians he has lived among. + He is to be found at Eclair’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.” + </p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>Cassion did not answer, and the Governor looked + at me.</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Tonight! my marriage! to whom?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_73"></a>73</span></div> + <p>“She has been pledged me in marriage, Monsieur––the + banns published.”</p> + <p>I sat with bowed head, my cheeks flaming.</p> + <p>“’Tis then as I understood,” La Barre went on, + chuckling. “The lady is over modest.”</p> + <p>“I have made no pledge,” I broke in desperately. + “Monsieur spoke to my Uncle Chevet, not I!”</p> + <p>“Yet you were told! You made no refusal?”</p> + <p>“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––”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Alone––with––with––Monsieur Cassion?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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––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–– + </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>“Monsieur desired my presence?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>The <i>père</i> must have interpreted the expression of + my face.</p> + <p>“’Tis regular, Monsieur?” he asked.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_75"></a>75</span></div> + <p>Chevet stared into the Governor’s dark face, scarce + able to comprehend, his brain dazed from heavy + drinking.</p> + <p>“The Illinois country! I––Hugo Chevet? ’Tis + some joke, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“None at all, as you will discover presently, my + man. I do not jest on the King’s service.”</p> + <p>“But my land, Monsieur; my niece?”</p> + <p>La Barre permitted himself a laugh.</p> + <p>“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.”</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––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>“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.</p> + <p>“What is this, Mademoiselle? You would dare + disobey me?”</p> + <p>I caught my breath, gripping the chair with both + hands.</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur le Governor,” I answered, surprised + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_77"></a>77</span> + 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.” + </p> + <p>“Père le Guard is chaplain of my household.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>The priest stood with fingers interlocked, and head + bowed, nor did his eyes meet mine.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“By Hugo Chevet, not myself.”</p> + <p>“Without objection on your part.” He glanced up + slyly. “Perchance this was before the appearance of + another lover, the Sieur de Artigny.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“’Tis your order, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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>“Congratulations, Francois,” he cried. “A fair + wife, and not so unwilling after all. And now your + first kiss.”</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>“’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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_80"></a>80</span> + of my soul, and of my body. You hear me, Messieurs? + You understand?” + </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>“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?”</p> + <p>“As well there, as here,” I answered contemptuously.</p> + <p>“And you, Hugo Chevet?”</p> + <p>The giant growled something inarticulate through + his beard, not altogether, I thought, to La Barre’s liking, + for his face darkened.</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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’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>“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?”</p> + <p>“All is prepared, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>He glared at the stocky figure fronting him in + infantry uniform.</p> + <p>“Prepared! You have but three boats at the bank.”</p> + <p>“The other is below, Monsieur; it is loaded and + waits to lead the way.”</p> + <p>“Ah! and who is in charge?”</p> + <p>“Was it not your will that it be the guide––the + Sieur de Artigny?”</p> + <p>“<i>Sacre!</i> 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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_83"></a>83</span></div> + <p>“With care, Monsieur; I watched the stowing of + each piece; there is nothing forgotten.”</p> + <p>“And the men?”</p> + <p>“Four Indian paddlers to each boat, Monsieur, + twenty soldiers, a priest, and the guide.”</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>“There is room in De Artigny’s canoe.”</p> + <p>“We’ll not call him back; the fellows will tuck away + somehow. Come, let’s be off, it looks like dawn over + yonder.”</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>’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.</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––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’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. + </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’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>“Ah! Monsieur Cassion,” he exclaimed, the very + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_88"></a>88</span> + sound of his voice evidencing delight. “You have + guests on the journey; ’tis unexpected.” + </p> + <p>Cassion stepped over the side, and fronted him, no + longer a smiling gallant of the court, but brutal in + authority.</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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.</p> + <p>“Pardon, Monsieur le Commissaire,” he said, pleasantly + enough. “It is true I forgot my place in this + moment of surprise. I obey your orders.”</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––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. + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Why blame me for the act of La Barre?”</p> + <p>“The act would never have been considered had + you opposed it, Monsieur. It was your choice, not the + Governor’s.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“They were not in anger.”</p> + <p>“But surely––”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>He grasped my arm, turning me about until I faced + him, his eyes glaring into mine.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Monsieur, your words are insult; release your + hand.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“What mean you by that threat?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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 + <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.” + </p> + <p>“You appear greatly concerned over his safety.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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. “<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.”</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>“You will go with Chevet,” he said, pointing to the + fire among the trees, “until I can talk to you alone.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_92"></a>92</span></div> + <p>“A prisoner?”</p> + <p>“No; a guest,” sarcastically, “but do not overstep + the courtesy.”</p> + <p>We left him in conversation with the <i>père</i>, 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?”</p> + <p>“Why not?” I retorted. “The man bears me no + love; ’tis but gold he thinks about.”</p> + <p>“Gold!” he stopped, and slapped his thighs. “’Tis + precious little of that he will ever see then.”</p> + <p>“And why not? Was not my father a land + owner?”</p> + <p>“Ay! till the King took it.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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’s, chosen by him for special + service––” + </p> + <p>“And with influence in the fur trade.”</p> + <p>“All the better that,” he continued obstinately. + “Why should a girl object if her husband be rich?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Your legal right?”</p> + <p>“Ay, restored by the King in special order.”</p> + <p>“It is not true; I had the records searched by a + lawyer, Monsieur Gautier, of St. Anne.”</p> + <p>I gave a gesture of indignation.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>Chevet nodded, his interest stirred.</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>“But where is the paper?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ah! and so that was what hurried the wedding, + and sent me on this wild wilderness chase. They + would bury me in the woods––<i>sacre!</i>––”</p> + <p>“Hush now––Cassion has left the canoe already, + and we can talk of this later. Let us seem to suspect + nothing.”</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 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. + </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’s face was not pleasant as he stared + about. + </p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ay, but the others?”</p> + <p>“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’s + work. ’Tis no kid-gloved job you have, Monsieur + Cassion.” + </p> + <p>The insulting indifference of the old fur trader’s + tone surprised the Commissaire, and he exhibited + resentment.</p> + <p>“You are overly free with your comments, Hugo + Chevet. When I wish advice I will ask it.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You are under my orders.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Yes, up the Ottawa.”</p> + <p>“I supposed so, although that boy yonder could + lead you a shorter passage.”</p> + <p>“How learned you that?”</p> + <p>“By talking with him in Quebec. He even sketched + me a map of the route he traveled with La Salle. You + knew it not?”</p> + <p>“’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.” He turned to the nearest soldier. + “Tell the Algonquin, Altudah, to come here, and + Sieur de Artigny.” + </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’s voice.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>The Indian bowed his head gravely, and extended + one hand beneath the scarlet fold of his blanket.</p> + <p>“Five time, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“How far to the west, Chief?”</p> + <p>“To place call Green Bay.”</p> + <p>Cassion turned his eyes on De Artigny, a slight + sneer curling his lips.</p> + <p>“And you?” he asked coldly.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_99"></a>99</span></div> + <p>“And beyond Green Bay?”</p> + <p>“I have been to the mouth of the Great River.”</p> + <p>“You!” in surprise. “Were you of that party?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“And you actually reached the sea––the salt + water?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Not fitted for such a party as this?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Along the west shore, Monsieur; it is dangerous + only by reason of storms.”</p> + <p>“And the distance?”</p> + <p>“From St. Ignace?”</p> + <p>“Ay! from St. Ignace! What distance lies between + there and this Fort St. Louis, on the Illinois?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_100"></a>100</span></div> + <p>“’Twill be but a venture, Monsieur, but I think + ’tis held at a hundred and fifty leagues.”</p> + <p>“Of wilderness?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“No chance to procure supplies?”</p> + <p>“Only scant rations of corn from the Indians.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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––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. + </p> + <p>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.</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––ay, and from + Chevet––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’s + eagerness to marry, and La Barre’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––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>“I have slept well, Monsieur,” I said pleasantly, + “for I was very tired.”</p> + <p>“’Tis the best way on a boat voyage,” assuming his + old manner, “but now the day is nearly done.”</p> + <p>“So late as that! You will make camp soon?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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>“A slight spring,” he said, “and you land with dry + feet; good! now let me lift you––so.”</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>“Monsieur,” I whispered. “Do not talk, but listen. + You would serve me?”</p> + <p>“Ay!”</p> + <p>“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?” + </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>“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.”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>There was no mild look in De Artigny’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>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Of France? Pah! of the renegade La Salle.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Held it––yes; under Frontenac, but not now.”</p> + <p>“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’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.” + </p> + <p>“You threaten me?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>––no! I’ll show the pup who is the + master,” he muttered. “Let him disobey once, and + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_111"></a>111</span> + I’ll stretch his dainty form as I would an Indian cur.” + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But you heard the young cockerel! What he + dared say to me?”</p> + <p>“Surely; and were his words true?”</p> + <p>“True! what mean you? That he would resist my + authority?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>Cassion’s face exhibited embarrassment, yet he managed + to laugh.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And now for this reason to lay his cause before + the King, the Sieur de la Salle, sailed for France.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“’Tis very neat, indeed, Monsieur,” I said pleasantly, + glancing inside. “I owe you my thanks.”</p> + <p>“’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.”</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>“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 + <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.” + </p> + <p>He stared into my face, scarcely comprehending all + my meaning.</p> + <p>“You would bar me without? You forbid me entrance?”</p> + <p>“Would you seek to enter against my wish?”</p> + <p>“But you are my wife; that you will not deny! + What will be said, thought, if I seek rest elsewhere?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You threatened me yonder––before La Barre.”</p> + <p>“I spoke wildly, in anger. That passion has passed––now + I appeal to your manhood.”</p> + <p>He glanced about, to assure himself we were alone.</p> + <p>“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. + <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.” + </p> + <p>“No, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>His eyes were ugly.</p> + <p>“You refuse that! <i>Mon Dieu!</i> Do you think I + play? I will have the kiss––or more.”</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>“Enough, Monsieur––go!” I said, and pointed to + where the fires reddened the darkness. “Do not dare + speak to me again this night.”</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’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.</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’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’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>“So you sent for me––why? What has happened + between you and Cassion?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</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>“How know you the truth of all you have said?” + he asked. “Where learned you of this wealth?”</p> + <p>“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 + <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.” + </p> + <p>“You heard alone?”</p> + <p>“So they thought, and naturally believed marriage + would prevent my ever bearing witness against them. + But I was not alone.”</p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu!</i> Another heard?”</p> + <p>“Yes, the Sieur de Artigny.”</p> + <p>Chevet grasped my arm, and in the glare of the fire + I could see his excitement pictured in his face.</p> + <p>“Who? That lad? You were in hiding there + together? And did he realize what was said?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“To bring the lad here?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But why may I not speak him?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_119"></a>119</span></div> + <p>“You!” I laughed. “He would be likely to talk + with you. A sweet message you sent him in Quebec.”</p> + <p>“I was drunk, and Cassion asked it of me.”</p> + <p>“I thought as much; the coward makes you pull his + chestnuts from the fire. Do you give me the pledge?”</p> + <p>“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?”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“Why not let me choke the truth out of him then? + Bah! it would be easy.”</p> + <p>“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 + <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. ’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.” + </p> + <p>“But he is already aware that you have learned the + truth.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“You––you will try, as his wife, to win confession?” + he asked finally, grasping vaguely the one + thought occurring to him.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You! <i>Mon Dieu!</i> how?”</p> + <p>“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.</p> + <p>“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.” + </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>“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.”</p> + <p>“You have quarreled?”</p> + <p>“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 + <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. ’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.” + </p> + <p>“You would kill the man?”</p> + <p>“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?”</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>“’Tis not the way I front enemies,” he growled + stubbornly, “and I make little of it. <i>Mon Dieu!</i> I + make them talk with these hands.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ah! perhaps I perceive––you love the young + man?”</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>“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?”</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’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––deeming me easy prey––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’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.</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’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. ’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>père</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’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’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>“<i>Mon Dieu!</i> What do you mean, you chit?”</p> + <p>“Only that I am not won by a few soft words, + Monsieur,” I answered coldly.</p> + <p>“But you are my wife; ’twill be well for you to + remember that.”</p> + <p>“Nor am I likely to forget, yet because a priest has + mumbled words over us does not make me love you.”</p> + <p>“<i>Sacre!</i>” 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?”</p> + <p>“To whom do you refer, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“Such innocence! to that boot-licker of La Salle’s + to whom you give your smiles, and pretty words.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_130"></a>130</span></div> + <p>“I like not the way he eyes you, nor your secret + meetings with him in Quebec.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Not in the Governor’s palace.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Do you deny that he had been with you?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“A pauper, his only fortune the sword at his side.”</p> + <p>“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?”</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 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. + </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’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 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. + </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––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 + <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––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>père</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>père’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’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>père</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>“Not I,” he said, casting a glance upward. “The + run over the rocks will do me for exercise tonight.”</p> + <p>“Then will I assay it alone,” I replied, not displeased + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_139"></a>139</span> + at his refusal. “I am cramped from sitting in + the canoe so long.” + </p> + <p>“’Twill be a hard climb, and they tell me the <i>père</i> + has strained a tendon of his leg coming ashore.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>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.</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>“You waved to me?” he exclaimed. “You wished + me to come?”</p> + <p>“Yes,” I confessed, swept from my guard by his + enthusiasm. “I have been anxious to confer with you, + and this is my first opportunity.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_142"></a>142</span></div> + <p>“Why I thought you avoided me,” he burst forth. + “It is because I felt so that I have kept away.”</p> + <p>“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.</p> + <p>“You imagine you may have been followed here? + By whom? Cassion?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Yet if all that be true,” he questioned, his voice + evidencing his surprise. “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?” + </p> + <p>“You do not know what has occurred?” I asked, + in astonishment. “No one has told you?”</p> + <p>“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>père</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?”</p> + <p>My lips trembled, and my eyes fell, yet I must + answer.</p> + <p>“He is my husband, Monsieur.”</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>“Your husband! that cur! Surely you do not + jest?”</p> + <p>“Would that I did,” I exclaimed, losing all control + in sudden wave of anger. “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,” 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.” + </p> + <p>“But why did you marry him, then?”</p> + <p>“I am coming to that, Monsieur. You overheard + what was said in La Barre’s office about––about my + father’s property?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>De Artigny smothered an oath, his eyes darkening + with anger.</p> + <p>“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––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.” + </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>“The dogs! and then what happened?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“The ceremony was performed by a priest?”</p> + <p>“By Père le Guard, the Governor’s chaplain.”</p> + <p>“And Hugo Chevet, your uncle? Did he remain + silent? make no protest?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_146"></a>146</span></div> + <p>I gave a gesture of despair.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But you explained to him?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>De Artigny stood silent, evidently in thought, endeavoring + to grasp the threads of my tale.</p> + <p>“How did you attain the summit of this bluff?” he + questioned at last.</p> + <p>“Yonder; there is a deer trail leading down.”</p> + <p>“And you fear Cassion may follow?”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>“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.”</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––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>“You would question me, Monsieur,” I asked doubtfully. + “It was for that you led me here?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Scarcely that, Monsieur. I would ascertain the + truth, and my only means of doing so is through a confession + by Francois Cassion.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Pardon; I do not understand,” he said gravely. + “You seek his love?”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“You may be justified,” he admitted regretfully. + “Yet how is this to be done?”</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>“Monsieur, deem you that impossible?”</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>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>! No! Monsieur Cassion is to be congratulated. + Yet it was my thought you said yonder + that you despised the man.”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>“And that then is why you send for me––that I + may play my part in the game?”</p> + <p>I shrugged my shoulders, yet there was doubt in my + eyes as I faced him.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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 + <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>père</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.” + </p> + <p>“Yet you would make him love you?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“No.”</p> + <p>“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!”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_153"></a>153</span></div> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You fear the end?”</p> + <p>“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?”</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’s face, sarcastic, supercilious, hateful, and I + laughed in scorn of the warning.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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 + <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.” + </p> + <p>“You hold this treachery?”</p> + <p>“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?”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>He hesitated, looking at me with such perplexity in + his eyes as to prove his doubt.</p> + <p>“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, + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_155"></a>155</span> + 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.” + </p> + <p>“You mean you will not pretend to care for me?” + I asked, my heart leaden at his words.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>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.”</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>“You––you desert me then? You––you leave + me to this fate?”</p> + <p>“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?”</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––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>“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.”</p> + <p>He lifted his head with a jerk, and stared into my + face.</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Certainly not mine,” and I laughed. “I trust, + Monsieur, your powers of observation are better than + that––’tis hardly a compliment.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>! 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.”</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>“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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_160"></a>160</span></div> + <p>“No matter what I suspicion.”</p> + <p>“Of course not; you treat me with marked consideration. + Perchance others have camped here, and + explored these bluffs.”</p> + <p>“The print is fresh, not ancient, and none of the + men from my camp have come this way.”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>“With whom, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“De Artigny, the young fool! Do you think me + blind? Did I not know you were together in Quebec? + What are you laughing at?”</p> + <p>“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.” + </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>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>! I’ll fight the dog!”</p> + <p>“De Artigny, you mean? Tis his trade, I hear, + and he is good at it.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>There was contempt in my eyes, nor did I strive to + disguise it.</p> + <p>“Am I your wife, Monsieur, or your slave?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_162"></a>162</span> + that suffice, and now I bid you good night, Monsieur.” + </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’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. + </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 rôle + 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, + 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.</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––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 Père Allouez’s black + robe, he gave swift command to his <i>engagé</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––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––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’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 ’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>engagés</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 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.</p> + <p>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 + <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>engagés</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 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.</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>engagé</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 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.</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’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>“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.”</p> + <p>The younger priest waved his hand to the <i>engagé</i>, + yet asked softly:</p> + <p>“Monsieur Chevet––he is delayed also?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’ 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. + </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’ 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.</p> + <p>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 + <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––mere blurred outlines––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––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.</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’s body––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––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’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––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.</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––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––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? + </p> + <p>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.</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––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. + </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>“We depart at once,” he proclaimed briefly. “So + I will leave you, here, to bring the lady.”</p> + <p>Père Allouez, still busily engaged, murmured some + indistinct reply, and Cassion’s eyes met mine.</p> + <p>“You look pale, and weary this morning,” he said. + “Not fear of the voyage, I hope?”</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur,” I managed to answer quietly. “I + slept ill, but shall be better presently––shall I bear + my blankets to the boats?”</p> + <p>“The <i>engagé</i> 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?”</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>“He is dead––the big man,” he stammered. “He + is there by the woods.”</p> + <p>“The big man––dead!” Cassion drew back, as + though struck a blow. “What big man? Who do + you mean?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_185"></a>185</span></div> + <p>“The one in the second canoe, Monsieur; the one + who roared.”</p> + <p>“Chevet? Hugo Chevet? What has happened to + him? Come, speak up, or I’ll slit your tongue!”</p> + <p>The man gulped, gripping the door with one hand, + the other pointing outward.</p> + <p>“He is there, Monsieur, beyond the trail, at the + edge of the wood. I saw him with his face turned + up––<i>Mon Dieu</i>! so white; I dare not touch him, but + there was blood, where a knife had entered his back.”</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’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>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>! 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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_186"></a>186</span></div> + <p>The soldier straightened up.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“He, with the Chief, left an hour ago. Was it not + your order, Monsieur?”</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>“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. <i>Sacre</i>! 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.”</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’s hand which aroused me, and I glanced + up at his face through the tears clinging to my lashes.</p> + <p>“What, crying!” he exclaimed, in apparent surprise. + “I never thought the man of such value to you + as to cause tears at his death.”</p> + <p>“He was of my blood,” I answered soberly, rising + to my feet, “and his murder most foul.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You would go at once?” I asked, startled at his + haste, “without even waiting until he is buried?”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“’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.”</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>père</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––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’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’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’s hand on my + own as it grasped the side of the canoe.</p> + <p>“Adele,” he said, almost tenderly. “Why should + you be so serious? Cannot we be friends?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_190"></a>190</span></div> + <p>My eyes met his in surprise.</p> + <p>“Friends, Monsieur! Are we not? Why do you + address me like that?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“How know you that to be true?” I asked.</p> + <p>“Because there is no other accounting for it,” he + explained sternly. “The quarrel last evening, the + early departure before dawn––”</p> + <p>“At your orders, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>I was silent, and my eyes fell from his face to the + green water.</p> + <p>“’Twill be hard to explain,” he went on. “But he + shall have a chance.”</p> + <p>“A chance! You will question him; and then––”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>He paused, as if hoping I might speak, and my + silence angered him.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“What is your meaning, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“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––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. + <i>Sacre</i>, you think me easy, hey? I have in my hand + so,” and he opened and closed his fingers suggestively, + “the life of the lad.” + </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 Père + Allouez’ face turned toward us, as though he sought + to guess our conversation. I was aroused by the grip + of Cassion’s hand.</p> + <p>“Well, my beauty,” he said harshly, “haven’t + I waited long enough to learn if it is war or peace + between us?”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“You will have naught to do with the fellow?”</p> + <p>“There would be small chance if I wished, Monsieur; + and do you suppose I would seek companionship + with one who had killed my uncle?”</p> + <p>“’Twould scarce seem so, yet I know not what you + believe.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ah!” suspiciously, “you think he has friends + there to hold him innocent.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_194"></a>194</span></div> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“’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. <i>Mon Dieu</i>! + 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.”</p> + <p>“You have sufficient force?”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>“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.”</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’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 + <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 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.</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’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––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’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 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.</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––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’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––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––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––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. + </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>“Ah, quite an adventure this,” he said, adopting a + tone of pleasantry. “The first time you have left your + tent, Madame?”</p> + <p>“The first time I have felt desire to do so,” I retorted. + “I feel curiosity to examine your map.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“<i>Pouf</i>! do not be so easily pricked, I spoke in jest. + Ay, look at the paper, but the tracing is so poor ’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.” + </p> + <p>“Did not De Artigny know?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Is it there we leave the lake, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“<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 ’tis not likely the distance has ever been + measured.” + </p> + <p>“What said the Sieur de Artigny?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>I paused, in no way tempted, yet uncertain.</p> + <p>“You had some word you wished to say, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“There are words enough if you would listen.”</p> + <p>“’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.”</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’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’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’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’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––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.</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––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’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>“Lie still a moment,” said a voice gently. “You + will breathe easier shortly, and regain strength.”</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“The Sieur de Artigny!” I exclaimed.</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_212"></a>212</span></div> + <p>“Of course,” he answered. “Who else should it + be, Madame? Please do not regret my privilege.”</p> + <p>“Your privilege; ’tis a strange word you choose, + Monsieur,” I faltered, not yet having control of myself. + “Surely I have granted none.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You told Monsieur Cassion so,” I interrupted, my + mind clearing. “It was to bring him warning you + returned.”</p> + <p>“I urged him to land until we could be assured of + good weather. My Indians agreed with me.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>He laughed, but very softly, and the grave look did + not desert his eyes.</p> + <p>“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’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.” + </p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>I looked into his face, impressed by the seriousness + with which he spoke.</p> + <p>“I––I thank you, Monsieur,” I said, and held out + my hand. “It was most gallant. Are we alone here? + Where are the others?”</p> + <p>“I do not know, Madame,” he answered, his tone + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_214"></a>214</span> + 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.” + </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>“You––you think they––they are all gone?” I + asked, forcing the words from me.</p> + <p>“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 <i>voyageur</i>, + and when one of the paddles broke he steered wrong. + With an Indian there you would have floated.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_215"></a>215</span></div> + <p>“Then what can we do?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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.”</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>“’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?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“No sign of anyone up there,” he said, and I felt + not regretfully. “The canoes must have been blown + some distance down the coast.”</p> + <p>“Were you able to see far?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_218"></a>218</span></div> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>He hesitated, as though doubtful of what he had + best say.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>My eyes met his.</p> + <p>“Did Monsieur Cassion command that you keep in + advance?” I asked, “and make your night camps beyond + those of the main company?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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>“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 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 + <i>père</i> not been ill, ’tis doubtful if I had been permitted + to disappear alone.” + </p> + <p>“But he knew naught of our meeting?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And you made such pledge?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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, + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_221"></a>221</span> + more than once––dreaming I might be of some aid + to you, and to assure myself of your safety.” + </p> + <p>“You have guarded me?”</p> + <p>“As best I could, without arousing the wrath of + Monsieur Cassion. You are not angry? it was but + the duty of a friend.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“The pledge! What pledge?”</p> + <p>“That I would neither meet, nor communicate with + you until our arrival at Fort St. Louis.”</p> + <p>My eyes fell before his earnest gaze, and I felt my + limbs tremble.</p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>! Why? There was some special + cause?”</p> + <p>“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 + <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––’twas then I gave him my word.” + </p> + <p>De Artigny straightened up, the expression on his + face one of profound astonishment.</p> + <p>“He––he accused me,” he asked, “of murder to + win your promise?”</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur; he believed the charge true, and I + pledged myself to assure you a fair trial.”</p> + <p>“Then you believed also that I was guilty of the + foul crime?”</p> + <p>I caught my breath, yet there was nothing for me to + do but give him a frank answer.</p> + <p>“I––I have given no testimony, Monsieur,” I faltered, + “but I––I saw you in the moonlight bending + over Chevet’s dead body.”</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>“And you actually believed I struck the blow? You + thought me capable of driving a knife into the man’s + back to gain revenge?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>I bent my head, but failed to find words with which + to answer. De Artigny scarcely permitted me time.</p> + <p>“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––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. + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But you made no report; raised no alarm.”</p> + <p>“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?” + </p> + <p>I stared at him, scarcely able to speak, yet in some + way my lips formed words.</p> + <p>“You––you thought I did it?”</p> + <p>“What else could I think? You were hiding there; + you examined the body; you crept secretly in through + the window, and gave no alarm.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“You would never have told?”</p> + <p>“Of seeing you there? of suspecting you? Could + you think that possible?”</p> + <p>“But you would have been condemned; the evidence + was all against you.”</p> + <p>“Let us not talk of that now,” he insisted. “We + have come back to a faith in each other. You believe + my word?”</p> + <p>“Yes.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_226"></a>226</span></div> + <p>“And I yours.”</p> + <p>His hand clasp tightened, and there was that in his + eyes which frightened me.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur; you have been my friend.”</p> + <p>“Your friend! Is that all?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Your rebuke is just, Madame,” he said soberly.</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_227"></a>227</span></div> + <p>“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.”</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>“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––”</p> + <p>“You do not believe I would.”</p> + <p>“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––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.” + </p> + <p>“He would not dare; I am an officer of the Sieur + de la Salle.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But it was not broken except through necessity,” + he urged. “He surely cannot blame you because I + saved your life.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“He believes then that you feel interest in me?”</p> + <p>“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’s real murderer. Know you anything to warrant + suspicion?” + </p> + <p>De Artigny did not answer at once, his eyes looking + out on the white crested waters of the lake.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“At dusk?”</p> + <p>“It was already quite dark.”</p> + <p>“They did not arrive together, and Cassion reported + that Chevet had remained at the beach in charge of the + canoes.”</p> + <p>“You saw Cassion when he arrived?”</p> + <p>“Yes, and before; I was at the window, and + watched him approach across the open space. He was + alone, and appeared at ease.”</p> + <p>“What did he do, and say, after he entered the + house?”</p> + <p>“Absolutely nothing to attract notice; he seemed + very weary, and, as soon as he had eaten, lay down on + the bench, and fell asleep.”</p> + <p>“Are you sure he slept?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_230"></a>230</span></div> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But no one could act so indifferent, after just committing + such a crime. When you looked in through + the window what did you see?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ay, a coward’s blow. Chevet possessed no papers + of value?”</p> + <p>I shook my head.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_231"></a>231</span></div> + <p>“The path did not appear difficult, and it is dreary + enough here. I will try.”</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>“There is nothing to see,” he said, “and the warmth + is welcome. You had no glimpse of the boats?”</p> + <p>“No,” I admitted. “Do you really believe they + survived?”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>“And will return seeking us?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“I had not thought how helpless we were.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“No,” in surprise. “Where are you going?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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––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––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––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 + <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’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––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.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“’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.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“You do not know that he reached her?”</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur; the lady sank when I lost my grip; + I do not even know if she came up again.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>They rounded the point, the Père 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’s presence + until he spoke.</p> + <p>“What is that yonder––a canoe?”</p> + <p>I started, shrinking back, suddenly realizing what + I had done, and the construction he might place upon + my action.</p> + <p>“Yes,” I answered faintly, “it––it is a canoe.”</p> + <p>“But it is headed south; it is going away,” he + paused, gazing into my face. “Did it not come this + far?”</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>“The canoe came here,” I faltered, my voice betraying + me. “It went around the point yonder, and + then returned.”</p> + <p>“And you made no signal? You let them go, believing + us dead?”</p> + <p>I could not look at him, and I felt my cheeks burn + with shame.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Who were in the canoe?”</p> + <p>“Besides the Indians, Cassion, Père Allouez, and + the soldier Descartes.”</p> + <p>“He was with me.”</p> + <p>“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?”</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>“No, Madame, yet I cannot deem your reason an + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_242"></a>242</span> + unworthy one––yet wait; could it be fear for my + life?” + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You sacrificed yourself for me?”</p> + <p>“’Tis no more than you did when you leaped from + the canoe.”</p> + <p>“<i>Pah</i>, that was a man’s work; but now you risk + more than life; you peril reputation––”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“In what way, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Meet him! a man, you mean? One rescued from + the canoe?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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>“Barbeau, here is the lady of whom I spoke––the + wife of Monsieur Cassion.”</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>“You are a soldier of France, Monsieur de Artigny + tells me.”</p> + <p>“Yes, Madame, of the Regiment Carignan-Salliers,” + he answered.</p> + <p>“I wonder have you served long? My father was + an officer in that command––Captain la Chesnayne.”</p> + <p>The expression on the man’s face changed magically.</p> + <p>“You the daughter of Captain la Chesnayne,” he + exclaimed, the words bursting forth uncontrolled, + “and married to Cassion! how can this be?”</p> + <p>“You knew him then––my father?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>He hesitated, evidently regretting his impulsive + speech, and glancing from my face into the stern eyes + of De Artigny.</p> + <p>“Monsieur, Madame, I spoke hastily; it was not my + place.”</p> + <p>“That may be true, Barbeau,” replied the Sieur + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_246"></a>246</span> + 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?” + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“By Cassion?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>I could not answer, but stood silent with bowed + head. I felt De Artigny place his hand on my + shoulder.</p> + <p>“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, + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_247"></a>247</span> + Madame? The man may have other information of + value.” + </p> + <p>I looked at the soldier, and his eyes were grave and + honest.</p> + <p>“Yes,” I answered, “it can do no harm.”</p> + <p>De Artigny’s hand was still on my shoulder, but his + glance did not seek my face.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But Cassion knew; he was ever hand in glove with + La Barre.”</p> + <p>“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’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.” + </p> + <p>“I see,” commented Barbeau shrewdly. “Such + marriage would place the property in their control by + law. Had Cassion sought marriage previously?”</p> + <p>His eyes were upon me as he asked the question, and + I answered him frankly.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“On pledge of Chevet, no doubt. Your uncle knew + of your fortune?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And this Chevet––what became of him?”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>“Murdered?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“<i>Bah</i>,” 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?”</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>“Monsieur, you are a French soldier,” I answered, + “an educated man also, and my father’s friend. I will + listen gladly.”</p> + <p>His eyes smiled, and he swept the earth with his cap.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>De Artigny laughed.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“True, he has control, and men enough, with Cassion’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’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.” + </p> + <p>I spoke quickly, and before De Artigny could voice + decision.</p> + <p>“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?”</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’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’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 + <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––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>“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">“De la Durantaye.”</p> + </blockquote> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Is it far yet until we attain the fort?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And mine also; are you too greatly wearied, + Madame?”</p> + <p>“I? Oh, no! to escape this desolate place I will go + gladly. Have men really lived here?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_256"></a>256</span></div> + <p>“Ay, more than once,” replied De Artigny. “’Tis + said the <i>engagés</i> 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 <i>Griffin</i>, alone with Sieur de la Salle.”</p> + <p>“The <i>Griffin</i>?”</p> + <p>“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.</p> + <p>“’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?”</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’ 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––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 + <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>’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––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. + </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––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>“Come, Madame,” he said pleasantly, “you have + never seen a village of our western tribes; it will interest + you.”</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’s + arm, hiding my eyes with my hand. He stood and + stared, motionless, breathing heavily, unconsciously + gripping my arm.</p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>!” he burst forth, at last. “What + meaneth this? Are the wolves again loose in the + valley?”</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>“Remain here hidden,” he whispered, “until I learn + the truth; we may face grave peril below.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“But who did such deed of blood?”</p> + <p>“’Tis the work of the Iroquois; the way they + scalped tells that, and besides I saw other signs.”</p> + <p>“The Iroquois,” I echoed incredulous, for that name + was the terror of my childhood. “How came these + savages so far to the westward?”</p> + <p>“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 + <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.” + </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>“What is it?––the Iroquois?”</p> + <p>“Yes; why did you guess that?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Ay, surprised, and massacred; the ground is covered + with the dead, and the tepees are burned. Madame + is half crazed with the shock.”</p> + <p>Barbeau took no heed, his eyes scarce glancing at + me, so eager was he to learn details.</p> + <p>“The fiends were in force then?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Deep and broad?”</p> + <p>“Ay, war boats; ’tis likely some of them would hold + twenty warriors; the beasts are here in force.”</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>“Where are they now?” I questioned faintly. + “Have they gone back to their own country?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>“But the Indian allies––the Algonquins?”</p> + <p>“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 ’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.” + </p> + <p>“Ay, but how? There will be death now, haunting + us every foot of the way.”</p> + <p>De Artigny turned his head, and his eyes met mine + questioningly.</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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.”</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>“The spirit of the old days; the words of a + soldier’s daughter, hey, Barbeau?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“I will go forward slightly in advance,” he said, at + last, evidently having determined upon his course.</p> + <p>“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’s gun.” + </p> + <p>“I retain my pistol,” I interrupted.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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>“We have reached the trail?”</p> + <p>“Ay, beside the shore yonder; see you anything of + Indian tepees across the stream to the left?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Deserted then; the cowards have run away. They + could not have been attacked, or the tepees would have + been burned.”</p> + <p>“An Algonquin village?”</p> + <p>“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. ’Tis evident we must + save ourselves.” + </p> + <p>“And how far is it?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“We feel that, all of us,” cheerily, “but come Barbeau, + unpack, and let us have what cheer we can.”</p> + <p>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.</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>“I would like a closer view of that village yonder,” + he said, “and will go down the bank a hundred yards + or so.”</p> + <p>“’Twill do no harm,” returned De Artigny, still + clasping my hand. “There is time yet before we make + our venture.”</p> + <p>He disappeared in the shadows, leaving us alone, + and I glanced aside at De Artigny’s face, my heart + beating fiercely.</p> + <p>“You did not like to hear me speak as I did?” he + questioned quietly.</p> + <p>“No,” I answered honestly, “the thought startled + me. If––if anything happened to you, I––I should + be all alone.”</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>“Adele,” he whispered, “why is it necessary for us + to keep up this masquerade?”</p> + <p>“What masquerade, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“This pretense at mere friendship,” he insisted, + “when we could serve each other better by a frank + confession of the truth. You love me––”</p> + <p>“Monsieur,” and I tried to draw my hand away. “I + am the wife of Francois Cassion.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Oh, Monsieur!”</p> + <p>“’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 + <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.” + </p> + <p>“I received none, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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, + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_275"></a>275</span> + find some excuse on the way for quarrel, and + return to Quebec––and you.” + </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>“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––”</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur,” I burst forth, “that must not be; + for my sake you will not quarrel!”</p> + <p>“For your sake? You would have me spare him?”</p> + <p>“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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_276"></a>276</span> + hold your hand, to restrain your temper––for my + sake.” + </p> + <p>“You make it a trial, a test?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You mean the same method you proposed to me + back on the Ottawa?”</p> + <p>I faced him frankly, my eyes meeting his, no shade + of hesitation in my voice.</p> + <p>“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?”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ask me what you please; I am not too proud to + answer.”</p> + <p>“I think there must be back of this choice of yours + something more vital than hate, more impelling than + revenge.”</p> + <p>“There is, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“May I ask you what?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur, and I feel no shame in answering; + I love you! Is that enough?”</p> + <p>“Enough! my sweetheart––”</p> + <p>“Hush!” I interrupted, “not now––Barbeau returns + yonder.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“Were there any canoes in sight along the shore?”</p> + <p>“Only one, broken beyond repair.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Ay, the venture must be made, and it is dark + enough now.”</p> + <p>De Artigny’s hand pressed my shoulder.</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_279"></a>279</span></div> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“’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.”</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’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>“Do not be frightened, Madame,” he whispered + encouragingly. “There would be firing yonder if the + Iroquois blocked our path.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Ay, come; but be careful where you place your + feet.”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>“Oh, no; I have made some false steps in the dark, + but the pace has been slow. Do we approach the + fort?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“None except this feather of a war bonnet I picked + up at the big rock below.”</p> + <p>“A feather! Is it Iroquois?”</p> + <p>“It is cut square, and no Algonquin ever does that.”</p> + <p>“Ay, let me see! You are right, Barbeau; ’twas + dropped from a Tuscarora war bonnet. Then the + wolves have been this way.”</p> + <p>“Could it not be possible,” I asked, “that the + feather was spoil of war dropped by some Miami in + flight?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_282"></a>282</span></div> + <p>He shook his head.</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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’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>“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.”</p> + <p>“You counted them?”</p> + <p>“Hardly that in this darkness; yet ’tis no small + party. ’Twould be my judgment there are twenty + warriors there.”</p> + <p>“And the fort?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_284"></a>284</span></div> + <p>“Or else,” said the other thoughtfully, “they lie + in wait for an assault at daylight––that would be + Indian war.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“If we had arms, it might be done.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>The soldier stood silent, fingering his gun, until + De Artigny asked impatiently:</p> + <p>“You have none?”</p> + <p>“I know not the passage; is there no way around?”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>“You will go first, with the lady?”</p> + <p>“No; that is to be your task; I will cover the rear.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You would have us desert you, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“It will be every one for himself,” he answered + shortly. “I take my chance, but shall not be far + behind.”</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>“Do not hesitate; run swift, and straight. Give + Barbeau the signal.”</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’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.</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>“Run, Madame, for the fort,” he shouted above + the uproar. “To my help, Barbeau!”</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––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.</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>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>! a woman!” he exclaimed in startled + voice. “What means this, in Heaven’s name?”</p> + <p>“Quick,” I gasped, breaking away, able now to + stand on my own feet. “They are fighting there––two + white men––De Artigny––”</p> + <p>“What, Rene! Ay, lads, to the rescue! Cartier, + take the lady within. Come with me you others.”</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“Who was that?” I asked, “the man who led?”</p> + <p>“Boisrondet, Francois de Boisrondet.”</p> + <p>“An officer of La Salle’s? You then are of his + company?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Yes; he and a soldier named Barbeau.”</p> + <p>The fellow stood silent, shifting his feet.</p> + <p>“’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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_291"></a>291</span> + 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?” + </p> + <p>“Ay, I traveled with his party from Montreal.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Hugo Chevet, the fur trader.”</p> + <p>“Ay, that was the name. We of La Salle’s company + know it to be a lie. <i>Sacre</i>! 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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Cassion speaks bitterly; he is an enemy.”</p> + <p>“Monsieur Cassion is my husband,” I said regretfully.</p> + <p>“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. ’Twill + be a surprise for Monsieur, but in this land, we witness + strange things. <i>Mon Dieu</i>! see, they come yonder; + ’tis Boisrondet and his men.” + </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’s + voice in cheerful greeting.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>Boisrondet, a mere shadow in the night, swept the + earth with his hat.</p> + <p>“I mind me the time,” he said courteously, “when + Rene did me equal service.”</p> + <p>“The savages have fled?”</p> + <p>“’Twas short, and sweet, Madame, and those who + failed to fly are lying yonder.”</p> + <p>“Yet some among you are hurt?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“And you, Monsieur; you are unscathed?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Is there still danger then? Surely now that we are + under protection there will be no attack?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“An old comrade! Lift the torch, Jacques. Faith, + there are so few left I would not miss the sight of such + a face.”</p> + <p>He stared about at us, for an instant uncertain; then + took a quick step forward, his hand outstretched.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_295"></a>295</span></div> + <p>“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. + <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.” + </p> + <p>De Artigny hesitated, his eyes meeting mine.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Yet ’twas not your hand which did the deed?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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.” + </p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur; he has been my kind friend.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“I share your faith in the innocence of M. de + Artigny,” I answered firmly enough, “but beyond this + assertion I can say nothing.”</p> + <p>“Naturally not, Madame. Yet we must move + along. You can walk, Rene?”</p> + <p>“Ay, my hurts are mostly bruises.”</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>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>! 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.</p> + <p>“Saint Anne! and what means this! So ’tis with + this rogue you have been wandering the wilderness!”</p> + <p>He tugged at his sword, but the dragoon caught his + arm.</p> + <p>“Nay, wait, Cassion. ’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.” + </p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>Cassion pressed forward, and fronted him, angered + beyond control.</p> + <p>“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.”</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’ QUARTERS</h3> + </div> + <p>De Tonty never gave way an inch, as a dozen + soldiers advanced at Cassion’s order.</p> + <p>“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––”</p> + <p>“You defend a murderer?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“He was my guide; I have authority.”</p> + <p>“Not now, Monsieur. ’Tis true he served you, and + was your <i>engagé</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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_300"></a>300</span></div> + <p>De Baugis spoke, his voice cold, contemptuous.</p> + <p>“You refuse obedience to the Governor of New + France?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“You will protect him! help him to escape, rather!” + burst out Cassion. “That is the scheme, De Baugis.”</p> + <p>“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?”</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>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_301"></a>301</span></div> + <p>“You take his side against us who hath the authority + of the Governor?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“To where, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“To the only quarters fitted for your reception,” + he said gallantly, “those I have occupied since arrival + here.”</p> + <p>“You vacate them for me?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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>“I will use your quarters gladly, Captain de Baugis,” + I said quietly, “but will ask to be left there undisturbed.”</p> + <p>“Most assuredly, Madame––my servant will + accompany you.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Madame will find it comfortable?” he said, pausing + at the door.</p> + <p>“Quite so,” I answered. “One could scarcely anticipate + so delightful a spot in this Indian land.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“They have proven dangerous?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“I have heard there are a thousand Iroquois in the + valley.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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––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––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––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––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.</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––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.</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, “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.</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––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.</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––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’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’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.” + </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, “there is no suspicion, and I + can easily keep things quiet until then.”</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>“Who is there?” I asked.</p> + <p>“Your husband, my dear––Francois Cassion.”</p> + <p>“But why do you come? It was the pledge of De + Baugis that I was to be left here alone.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Your dressing case?”</p> + <p>“Ay, you know it well, a brown leather bag I bore + with me during our journey.”</p> + <p>“And where is it, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“Beneath the bunk in the sleeping room. Pass it + out to me, and I will ask no more.”</p> + <p>“’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.”</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’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>“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.”</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’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 + <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>“You were not of our party,” I said gravely. “Are + you a soldier of M. de Baugis?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ah, I am glad of that. You will bear to your + master a message?”</p> + <p>“Perhaps, Madame,” his tone somewhat doubtful. + “You are the wife of Monsieur Cassion?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Yes, Madame.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_314"></a>314</span></div> + <p>“You have served with De Artigny? You know + him well?”</p> + <p>“Three years, Madame; twice he saved my life on + the great river. M. de Tonty shall receive your message.”</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>“Tis a fair view, Madame,” he said politely. “In + all my travels I have seen no nobler domain.”</p> + <p>“It hath a peaceful look,” I answered, still struggling + with the memory. “Can it be true the savages + hold the valley?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And this fort, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“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. ’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.” + </p> + <p>“They are not cowards then?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Yes, M. de Tonty. I can speak to you frankly? + You are the friend of Sieur de Artigny?”</p> + <p>“Faith, I hope I am, Madame, but I know not what + has got into the lad––he will tell me nothing.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Then I will, Monsieur,” I said gravely. “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––” + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“To assure the conviction, and death of De + Artigny?” I asked, as he paused. “That is your + meaning, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“I cannot see it otherwise,” he answered slowly, + “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.” + </p> + <p>I looked into the soldier’s dark, clear-cut face, feeling + a confidence in him, which impelled me to hold out + my hand.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>I held out to him the page from La Barre’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>“’Tis in the governor’s own hand. How came this + in your possession?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>I bowed my head.</p> + <p>“Beyond doubt, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“And you found nothing more? no documents taken + from Hugo Chevet?”</p> + <p>“None, Monsieur; they were either destroyed in + accordance with La Barre’s instructions, or else M. + Cassion has them on his person.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_320"></a>320</span></div> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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––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>“’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?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_321"></a>321</span></div> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Then there is no hope? nothing we can do?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“How? You mean a rescue?”</p> + <p>“Ay, there lies the only hope. There is one man + here who can turn the trick. He is De Artigny’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? ’Tis like to be a + desperate venture.” + </p> + <p>I drew a deep breath, but with no sense of fear.</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur. Who is the man I am to trust?”</p> + <p>“Francois de Boisrondet, the one who led the rescue + party last night.”</p> + <p>“A gallant lad.”</p> + <p>“Ay, a gentleman of France, a daring heart. Tonight––”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_323"></a>323</span></div> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“’Tis best you curb your tongue,” he snarled, “or + I will have you in the guardhouse with De Artigny. I + command now.”</p> + <p>“So I hear. Doubtless you could convict me as + easily.”</p> + <p>“What do you mean?”</p> + <p>“Only that your whole case is a tissue of lies.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“What is this you say, Monsieur––my testimony?”</p> + <p>“Just that––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?”</p> + <p>“I shall conceal nothing, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>“You do me honor.” I turned to De Tonty. + “Shall I go, Monsieur?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_324"></a>324</span></div> + <p>“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.”</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>“Is the fort being attacked?” I asked.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>The soldier glanced about cautiously, keeping his + head below cover.</p> + <p>“Thick as flies out there, Monsieur,” he answered, + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_325"></a>325</span> + “and with a marksman or two among them. Not ten + minutes since Bowain got a ball in his head.” + </p> + <p>“And no orders to clear the devils out?”</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur––only to watch that they do not + form for a rush.”</p> + <p>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.</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’s + unpleasant voice broke the stillness.</p> + <p>“M. de Tonty, there is a chair yonder reserved for + your use.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_326"></a>326</span></div> + <p>“I prefer remaining beside Madame Cassion,” he + answered calmly. “It would seem she has few friends + in this company.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“M. de Baugis will question the witness.”</p> + <p>“The court will pardon me,” said De Artigny. + “The witness to be heard is Madame?”</p> + <p>“Certainly; what means your interruption?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Your words are impertinent.”</p> + <p>“No, M. de Baugis,” I broke in, understanding all + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_327"></a>327</span> + that was meant. “Sieur de Artigny has spoken in + kindness, and has my thanks. I am ready now to bear + witness frankly.” + </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’s hand + on my shoulder, and the slight pressure brought me + courage.</p> + <p>“What is it you desire me to tell, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’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 + <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>“Wait,” he cried as though thinking me about to + rise. “There are questions yet.”</p> + <p> “Monsieur,” said De Baugis coldly. “If there are + questions it is my place to ask them.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“I know not, Monsieur; but there was no movement.”</p> + <p>“Why did you make no report?––was it to shield + De Artigny?”</p> + <p>I hesitated, yet the answer had to be made.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You suspected another?”</p> + <p>“Not then, Monsieur, but since.”</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>“By my faith,” he said, “the tale gathers interest. + You have grown to suspicion another since, Madame––dare + you name the man?”</p> + <p>My eyes sought the face of De Tonty, and he nodded + gravely.</p> + <p>“It can do no harm, Madame,” he muttered softly. + “Put the paper in De Baugis’ hand.”</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>“What is this, Madame?”</p> + <p>“One page from a letter of instruction. Read it, + Monsieur; you will recognize the handwriting.”</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>“’Tis the writing of Governor La Barre, although + unsigned,” he said at last.</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“How came the page in your possession?”</p> + <p>“I removed it last night from a leather bag found + beneath the sleeping bunk in the quarters assigned me.”</p> + <p>“Do you know whose bag it was?”</p> + <p>“Certainly; it was in the canoe with me all the way + from Quebec––M. Cassion’s.”</p> + <p>“Your husband?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“<i>Sacre</i>, ’tis quite melodramatic,” he exclaimed + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_331"></a>331</span> + 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––” + </p> + <p>De Tonty was on his feet, his sword half drawn.</p> + <p>“’Tis a foul lie,” he thundered hotly. “I will not + stand silent before such words.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“None bearing on this case.”</p> + <p>“The papers supposed to be taken from the dead + body of Chevet?”</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_332"></a>332</span></div> + <p>“You wish me to retire?”</p> + <p>“I would prefer you do so.”</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’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.</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>“There is no use, Madame,” he said coldly enough, + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_333"></a>333</span> + 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.” + </p> + <p>De Baugis, Cassion, De la Durantaye were upon + their feet, but the dragoon first found voice.</p> + <p>“Were those words addressed to me, M. de + Tonty?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“It will make them pause and think––what I said,” + he exclaimed, “yet will not change the result.”</p> + <p>“They will convict?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_334"></a>334</span></div> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You, Monsieur! what can I hope to accomplish + without your aid?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“There is but one, Monsieur, outward, above the + precipice.”</p> + <p>“That will be his choice; he can reach you thus + unseen. ’Tis quite possible a guard may be placed at + your door.”</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’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’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. + </p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_336"></a>336</span></div> + <p>“A moment, Jules,” I said swiftly. “You were at + the trial?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Madame.”</p> + <p>“And the result?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You know––who?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Yes, Madame, so I thought.”</p> + <p>“Did the Sieur de Artigny speak?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“The hour?”</p> + <p>“I heard none mentioned, Madame.”</p> + <p>“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; ’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.” + </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>“Who wishes entrance?”</p> + <p>“I––Cassion; I demand speech with you.”</p> + <p>“For what purpose, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu!</i> 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?”</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“You are alone?”</p> + <p>“Assuredly, Monsieur; did you suspect others to be + present?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_338"></a>338</span></div> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“If it be the condemnation of Sieur de Artigny, you + may spare your words.”</p> + <p>“You know that! Who brought you the message?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>Cassion laughed, as though the memory was + pleasant.</p> + <p>“Faith, Madame, if you base your hopes there on + rescue you’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––so I left them.”</p> + <p>“A proposition, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_339"></a>339</span></div> + <p>“Choose between you? Monsieur you must make + your meaning more clear.”</p> + <p>“<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’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?”</p> + <p>“It may so sound,” I answered calmly, “yet the + sacrifice is all mine. How would you save the man?”</p> + <p>“By affording him opportunity to escape during the + night; first accepting his pledge never to see you + again.”</p> + <p>“Think you he would give such pledge?”</p> + <p>Cassion laughed sarcastically.</p> + <p>“Bah, what man would not to save his life! It is + for you to speak the word.”</p> + <p>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 + <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>“Monsieur,” I said firmly, “I understand your + proposition, and refuse it. I will make no pledge.”</p> + <p>“You leave him to die?”</p> + <p>“If it be God’s will. I cannot dishonor myself, even + to save life. You have my answer. I bid you go.”</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’s pistol + gleamed in my hand.</p> + <p>“You hear me, Monsieur––go!”</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––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’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––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––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’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.</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––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: “Safe so + far; have you any word?”</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––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>“Monsieur,” I called up softly, unable to restrain + my eagerness.</p> + <p>“Yes, Madame,” it was De Artigny’s voice, although + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_347"></a>347</span> + a mere whisper. “You have some word for + me?” + </p> + <p>“Ay, listen; is there any way by which I can join + you?”</p> + <p>“Join me––here?” astonishment at my request + made him incoherent. “Why, Madame, the risk is + great––”</p> + <p>“Never mind that; my reason is worthy, nor have + we time now to discuss the matter. Monsieur Boisrondet + is there a way?”</p> + <p>I heard them speak to each other, a mere murmur of + sound; then another voice reached my ears clearly.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>I reached it with my hand, but felt a doubt as my + fingers clasped it.</p> + <p>“’Tis very small, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Now,” I said, barely able to make my lips speak. + “I am ready.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_348"></a>348</span></div> + <p>“Then swing clear, Madame; we’ll hold you safe.”</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>“Adele,” he exclaimed, forgetful of the presence of + his comrade. “Surely you had serious cause for joining + us here.”</p> + <p>“Am I welcome, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“Can you doubt? Yet surely it was not merely to + say farewell that you assumed such risk?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You––you,” his hands grasped mine. “You + mean you will go with me into exile, into the woods?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_349"></a>349</span></div> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Do you love me, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>––yes.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“The lady is right, Rene,” Boisrondet said earnestly. + “You must think of her as well as yourself.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“But do you know what your choice means?”</p> + <p>I stood before him, brave in the darkness.</p> + <p>“Monsieur I have faced it all. I know; the choice + is made––will you take me?”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ay, and with more than ever to give us courage, + Francois. Yet how can we get Madame safely over + the logs?”</p> + <p>“She must venture the same as we. Follow me + closely, and tread with care.”</p> + <p>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 + <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>“This is the spot,” whispered De Artigny, “and no + alarm yet. How far to the rocks?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Do we––do we go down here, Monsieur?” I + questioned, my voice faltering.</p> + <p>“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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_352"></a>352</span> + 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. + </p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Ay, for twice her weight.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“The rope is to be left dangling?”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Between one and two.”</p> + <p>“Which will give me time before daydawn; so here, + I chance it.”</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’s hand + closed on mine.</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_353"></a>353</span></div> + <p>“Dear,” he whispered tenderly, “we are alone now––you + are sorry?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“With every throb of my heart,” he said solemnly. + “It is my love which makes me dread lest you regret.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Now, Adele, you are ready?”</p> + <p>“Yes, sweetheart; kiss me first.”</p> + <p>“You have no fear?”</p> + <p>“Not with your strong hands to support, but do not + keep me waiting long below.”</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’s whisper gave + cheerful greeting. + </p> + <p>“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.”</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>“A fine test of courage that, Adele,” he whispered, + “but with Francois here below there was small peril. + Now what next?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Ay, years since, but I recall its peril.”</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>“Here is where the river trail comes down,” and + Boisrondet made motion to the left. “You should + remember that well, Rene.”</p> + <p>“I was first to pass over it; it leads to the water + edge.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_356"></a>356</span></div> + <p>“Monsieur shall not find me a burden,” I interrupted.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Ay, right; would that I might be with you. But + what plan did M. de Tonty outline for me to follow?”</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>“There is a rifle?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.</p> + <p>“Adieu, Madame; a pleasant journey.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_357"></a>357</span></div> + <p>“A moment, Monsieur,” I said, a falter in my voice. + “You are M. de Artigny’s friend, an officer of France, + and a Catholic.”</p> + <p>“Yes, Madame.”</p> + <p>“And you think that I am right in my choice? that + I am doing naught unworthy of my womanhood?”</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>“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.”</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>“He has gone! we are alone!”</p> + <p>“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?”</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>“Monsieur, I shall never regret; I trust God, and + you.”</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––I could see the dim outline of his naked + figure––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>“Iroquois, by the look of that warrior,” he whispered, + “and enough of them to mean mischief. I + would I knew their language.”</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You believe it to be an assault?”</p> + <p>“It hath the look; ’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.”</p> + <p>The remaining distance to the water’s edge was not + far––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>“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 + <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?” + </p> + <p>“No, Monsieur––are they Indians?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“They are friendly?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’s + arm about me. + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You would risk life for that?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“What think you their purpose is, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“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 + <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.” + </p> + <p>“But they cannot win? Surely they cannot capture + the fort, Monsieur? Why it is all rock?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Monsieur,” I asked breathlessly, “where do you + suppose those Illini Indians to be?”</p> + <p>“Back from the river, in a glen of caves and rocks.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_365"></a>365</span></div> + <p>“How far from here?”</p> + <p>“Four or five miles; there is a trail from the mouth + of the creek.”</p> + <p>“And you know the way? and there might be many + warriors there? they will remember you, and obey your + orders?”</p> + <p>He straightened up, aroused as the full meaning of + my questioning occurred to him.</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“Ay, lass, it’s here, and to be easily followed. What + hour do you make it now?”</p> + <p>“About three.”</p> + <p>“So I would have said; and ’tis not daylight until + after five. We can scarce make it, yet we will try.”</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––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. + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“I can see nothing,” I confessed regretfully, “yet + you have no difficulty.”</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>I had not only heard the sharp reports, but seen the + flash of fire cleaving the darkness.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_367"></a>367</span></div> + <p>“Ay, and that is all; the lads will waste no ammunition + in the gloom, except to tell the savages they are + awake and ready.”</p> + <p>“How far have we traveled, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>“A mile, perhaps. At the crooked oak yonder we + leave the stream. You met with no harm when you + fell?”</p> + <p>“No more than a bruise. I can go on now.”</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>“St. Ann!” he cried exultantly. “’Tis a good fight + so far––would you have more of it?”</p> + <p>“Hold!” broke in a French voice from out the + darkness. “What means this? Are you of white + blood?”</p> + <p>“I have always supposed so.”</p> + <p>“A renegade consorting with devils of the Iroquois?”</p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu!</i> No! an officer of Fort St. Louis.”</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>“Stand back! ay, make room. Saint Guise, we are + fighting our own friends. If you are of the garrison + name yourself.”</p> + <p>De Artigny, still clasping his rifle barrel, reached + out his other hand, and lifted me to my feet.</p> + <p>“Perchance,” he said coolly, “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’s.” + </p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu!</i>” 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.”</p> + <p>“La Forest! You were in France three months + ago.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“He won the King’s favor? he convinced Louis?”</p> + <p>“No doubt of that––never saw I a greater + miracle.”</p> + <p>“And the Sieur de la Salle––has he returned?”</p> + <p>“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’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.” + </p> + <p>“How made you the journey in so short a time?”</p> + <p>“Overland from Detroit, the same trail you traveled + with La Salle; ’tis much the shorter.”</p> + <p>“Alone?”</p> + <p>“With two <i>courier de bois</i>; they are with me now. + But what is this De Artigny you have with you––a + woman?”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“’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?”</p> + <p>“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 + <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?” + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“With ammunition, and food?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“You know this?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“No doubt you are right.”</p> + <p>“’Twas my judgment, at least, and we sought help + when we ran into you. What Indians have you?”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>“Who is their chief?”</p> + <p>“Old Sequitah––you know him?”</p> + <p>“Ay, a real warrior. ’Tis better than I dared hope, + for I have been in battle with him before. Do you + number a hundred?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Twice before.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_374"></a>374</span></div> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Ay, and the view from the top.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“’Tis the most likely spot.”</p> + <p>“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.” + </p> + <p>La Forest stood silent a moment, thinking; then + rested his hand on De Artigny’s shoulder.</p> + <p>“It looks feasible enough, but the flanking parties + may not reach their positions in time.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_375"></a>375</span></div> + <p>“True; and what about the lady?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>I felt the grip of Rene’s hand but it was La Forest’s + voice that spoke.</p> + <p>“The right ring to that, hey, De Artigny! Madame + answers my last argument. But first, let us have word + with the chief.”</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>“I am Sequitah, Chief of the Mascoutins,” he said + gravely, “for whom the white chief sent.”</p> + <p>De Artigny stepped forth, standing as erect as the + other.</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“The French warrior they call De Artigny.”</p> + <p>“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 + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_376"></a>376</span> + with blood. What says the war chief of the Mascoutins––will + his warriors fight? Will they strike + with us a blow against the beasts?” + </p> + <p>The chief swept his hand in wide circle.</p> + <p>“We are warriors; we have tasted blood. What + are the white man’s words of wisdom?”</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>“We leap upon them from cover?” he asked calmly, + “and the white men will sally forth to aid us?”</p> + <p>“’Tis so we expect––M. de Tonty is never averse + to a fight.”</p> + <p>“I believe in the Iron Hand; but ’tis told me others + command now. If they fail we are but few against + many.”</p> + <p>“They will not fail, Sequitah; they are Frenchmen.”</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>“Sequitah hears the voice of his friend,” he announced + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_377"></a>377</span> + at last, “and his words sound wise. The warriors + of the Illini will fight beside the white men.” + </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––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’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––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>“All is well, Sequitah?”</p> + <p>“Good––’tis as the white chief wishes.”</p> + <p>“Then we move at once; La Forest will guide the + rear; you and I will march together. Give your warriors + the word.”</p> + <p>He turned and took my hand.</p> + <p>“You will walk with me, dear one; you are not + afraid?”</p> + <p>“Not of the peril of coming battle,” I answered. + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_379"></a>379</span> + “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.” + </p> + <p>He laughed, and bent low, so I felt his lips brush + my cheek.</p> + <p>“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.”</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’s final words. + </p> + <p>“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?”</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>“Who has charge of the others?” asked De + Artigny.</p> + <p>“Bastian Courtray,” replied La Forest. “He is + yonder.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“All but ten have rifles, Monsieur, but I know not + if they be of value.”</p> + <p>“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.” + </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>“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.”</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––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’s arm, shrinking from the shadows, + my mind filled with nameless fear. + </p> + <p>“Adele,” he whispered, tenderly, “you still fear + for me in this venture?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“Settled? What is it you would tell me?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“On what charge?”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_384"></a>384</span></div> + <p>“Treason to France; the giving of false testimony + against a King’s officer, and the concealing of official + records.”</p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu!</i> was it the case of my father?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But, Monsieur, who made the charges? Who + brought the matter to the attention of Louis?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“The Governor knows?”</p> + <p>“Not yet. La Forest felt it best to keep the secret, + fearing he might be detained, or possibly ambushed on + the way hither.”</p> + <p>I cannot describe my feelings––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––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’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>“Your scouts ventured no further?” questioned + De Artigny.</p> + <p>“No, ’twas not safe; one man scaled the rock, and + reports the Iroquois just beyond.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_386"></a>386</span></div> + <p>“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.”</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>“You see?”</p> + <p>The Indian shook his head.</p> + <p>“Sequitah know now; he not need see. We do what + white chief says.”</p> + <p>La Forest turned toward me.</p> + <p>“And you, Madame, De Artigny would have you + join him.”</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>“Do not lift your head,” he whispered. “Peer + through this cleft in the stone.”</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>“Monsieur,” I whispered timidly, “you can never + attack; there are too many.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“A white man in spite of his paint.”</p> + <p>“’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.”</p> + <p>“For what are they waiting, and watching?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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>“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?”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“Surely, Monsieur; I am to remain here and watch; + then signal you when the fort gates open.”</p> + <p>“Ay, that is it; or if those savages advance into the + open––they may not wait.”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>His lips touched mine, and I heard him whisper a + word of endearment.</p> + <p>“You are a brave girl.”</p> + <p>“No, Monsieur; I am frightened, terribly frightened, + but––but I love you, and am a Frenchwoman.”</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––even though it be his life––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––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’s eyes.</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_394"></a>394</span></div> + <p>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. <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––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.</p> + <p>“What, Madame,” exclaimed De Tonty, “you here + <span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_395"></a>395</span> + also?” he paused as though in doubt, “and the Sieur + de Artigny––had he part in this feat of arms?” + </p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“But does he live, Monsieur?” I broke in anxiously.</p> + <p>“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?”</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>“’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?”</p> + <p>“I appreciate the service rendered,” replied the + other gravely. “But you are in peril here. M. Cassion + is yonder, and still in command.”</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>“Your pardon, M. de Tonty,” he said. “I had forgotten + my true mission here. I bear orders from the + King of France.”</p> + <p>“From Louis? La Salle has reached the King’s + ear?”</p> + <p>“Ay, to good results. These are for you, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>De Tonty took them, yet his thought was not upon + their contents, but with his absent chief.</p> + <p>“You saw Sieur de la Salle in France? you left + him well?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“And is that all?”</p> + <p>“All, except it was rumored at the court that La + Barre would not for long remain Governor of New + France.”</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>“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.”</p> + <p>“Yes, Monsieur; he had no choice––’twas not done + happily.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_397"></a>397</span></div> + <p>“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?”</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>“’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.”</p> + <p>“They are Illini, Monsieur––our allies.”</p> + <p>“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.</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_398"></a>398</span></div> + <p>“<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!”</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’s + breast, but the younger man stood motionless, + his lips smiling, his eyes on the other’s face.</p> + <p>“Perchance, Monsieur,” he said quietly, “it might + be best for you first to speak with this friend of mine.”</p> + <p>“What friend? <i>Sacre!</i> What is the fellow to me? + Who is he? another one of La Salle’s spawn?”</p> + <p>La Forest, still bareheaded, his forehead bleeding, + pressed down the swordblade.</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“King’s messenger––you! <i>Mon Dieu!</i> you look it. + Come, man, what mummery is this?”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_400"></a>400</span></div> + <p>“You lie!” Cassion cried hotly, eyes blazing hatred + and anger, “’tis some hellish trick.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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’s signature.</p> + <p>“A forgery,” he gasped. “Ah, De Baugis, see + here; these damned curs of La Salle would play trick + on me. Look at the paper.”</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>“’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?”</p> + <p>“By my hand,” returned La Forest proudly. “You + know me––Monsieur Francois la Forest.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_401"></a>401</span></div> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu</i>, I care not for such an order; it does not + supersede my commission; I outrank this De Tonty.”</p> + <p>“Hush, do not play the fool.”</p> + <p>“Better the fool than the coward.”</p> + <p>“Wait,” said La Forest sharply, “the matter is + not ended. You are Francois Cassion, of Quebec?”</p> + <p>“Major of Infantry, Commissaire of the Governor + La Barre.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“Under arrest? for what, Monsieur? Treason, and + mutilation of official records? What does it mean?”</p> + <p>“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 + <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’s daughter against + her will. The day this was accomplished the lost order + was placed on file.” + </p> + <p>“You saw it?”</p> + <p>“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.”</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––high pitched, + harsh, unnatural.</p> + <p>“<i>Mon Dieu!</i> ’twas not I––’twas La Barre!”</p> + <p>“Tell that in Quebec; though little good ’twill do + you. M. de Baugis, in the King’s name I order this + man’s arrest.”</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––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.</p> + <p>“You are badly hurt?”</p> + <p>“No, I think not; the thrust was too high. Lift + me, and I breathe better. The man must have been + mad.”</p> + <p>“Surely yes, Monsieur; think you he had hope of + escape?”</p> + <p>“’Tis likely he thought only of revenge. Ah, you + are here also, De Tonty.”</p> + <p>“Yes, lad; there is small use for me yonder. You + are not seriously struck?”</p> + <p>“I bleed freely, but the thrust was in the shoulder. + I could stand, I think, with your aid.”</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>“Monsieur de Tonty,” he said, “I would have private + word with you.”</p> + <p>“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?”</p> + <p>“I take it so.”</p> + <p>“Then speak your message––M. Cassion is dead?”</p> + <p>“The sentry’s bullet found his heart, Monsieur.”</p> + <p>“I saw him fall. Those papers were upon him––are + they of value?”</p> + <p>“That I know not; they possess no meaning to me, + but they were addressed to the man killed at St. + Ignace.”</p> + <p>“Hugo Chevet?” I exclaimed. “My uncle; may + I not see them, Monsieur?”</p> + <p>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.</p> + <p>“They are papers belonging to Chevet?” asked De + Tonty.</p> + <div><span class="pagenum pncolor"><a id="page_405"></a>405</span></div> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</p> + <p>“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.”</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––even at that distance I could tell La + Forest––looked up at our window, and raised his hat + in gesture of farewell. 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