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Updated: May 27, 2025
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?"
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.
I reached out and touched her, but lost hold, and then the Sieur de Artigny leaped overboard, and the storm whirled us off into the fog. I saw no more." "You do not know that he reached her?" "No, Monsieur; the lady sank when I lost my grip; I do not even know if she came up again." Cassion stood motionless, staring intently at the bluff.
Ah, but you know the beast, for you journeyed west in his company. Sacre! the man charged you with murder, and I gave him the lie to his teeth. Not two hours ago we had our swords out, but now you can answer for yourself." De Artigny hesitated, his eyes meeting mine. "I fear, Monsieur de Tonty," he said finally, "the answer may not be so easily made.
The soldier stood silent, fingering his gun, until De Artigny asked impatiently: "You have none?" "I know not the passage; is there no way around?" "No; this trail leads alone to the fort gate. I anticipated this, and thought it all out as I came along. In the surprise at the first attack, the savages will never know whether we be two or a dozen.
His face was invisible, although I was upon my knees now, but he was a short, heavily built fellow. "Stand back! ay, make room. Saint Guise, we are fighting our own friends. If you are of the garrison name yourself." De Artigny, still clasping his rifle barrel, reached out his other hand, and lifted me to my feet.
I do not think Chevet trusts him, either, but he has some hold, and compels him to sell me as though I was a slave in the market. I am to be made to marry him. I pray you let me see this Sieur de Artigny that I may tell him all, and beseech his aid." "But why De Artigny, my girl? What is the boy to you?" "Nothing absolutely nothing," I confessed frankly.
What followed I know from word of others, and no view I had of it. De Artigny had fallen, huddled in a heap on the grass, and I dragged myself across to him on my knees. I heard oaths, a shuffling of feet, a rush of bodies, a voice I did not recognize shouting some order then the sharp crack of a rifle, and silence.
The Indian muttered response in his own tongue; then spoke more sharply, and the mass of warriors below changed formation, the greater number climbing the bank, and grouping themselves in the darker shadow of the woods. "Who has charge of the others?" asked De Artigny. "Bastian Courtray," replied La Forest. "He is yonder."
"There will be no more danger there than here; besides you would not leave me alone without a guard, and you will need every fighting man." I felt the grip of Rene's hand but it was La Forest's voice that spoke. "The right ring to that, hey, De Artigny! Madame answers my last argument. But first, let us have word with the chief."
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