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And through all this she saw the weird form of Batoche, flitting in and out, silent, mysterious, terrible. She saw the yearning, anxious, loving face of Roderick Hardinge. She saw Zulma leaning towards her, and, as it were, growing to her with a sister's fondness.
When M. Belmont stepped forward with Batoche, he at once addressed himself to Cary Singleton, asking his advice on the subject of the conference just held in the alcove.
"It is possible that Batoche may have met her and delivered it. I hope he did. In that case she must have been particularly glad to see us and salute Roddy after his promotion. I am convinced of one thing. Much as Zulma admires Cary Singleton, she thinks a great deal of Roderick Hardinge. And I am equally sure that Roddy thinks a great deal of Zulma."
The Canadian troops, including a fine body of men from Winnipeg, reached Fish Creek, fifteen miles from Batoche, on the 24th of April, or less than a month after the orders were given at Ottawa to march from the east. Here the insurgents, led by Dumont, were concealed in rifle-pits, ingeniously constructed and placed in a deep ravine.
They must not be allowed to take their residences for the winter so near my cabin." Saying which he raised his carbine to his shoulder and pointed. His finger was upon the trigger and was about to let go, when he felt the barrel of his gun bent from its position and quietly but firmly deflected towards the ground. "Don't be a fool, Batoche. Keep your ammunition for other wolves than these.
But the successful retreat of the British army, under Murray, behind the walls of Quebec; the inability of Lévis to press the siege of the city; the gradual disbanding of the French forces throughout the Province, and the final surrender of Vaudreuil, at Montreal, whereby the whole French possessions in America, were ceded to Britain one of the most momentous events of modern times in its gradual results forced Batoche to return to his Montmorenci solitude.
Quebec would be invested within a few hours. Large reinforcements would enable the Americans to make the blockade complete. Pauline's father was extremely anxious about the return of his daughter. Batoche, who was within Quebec, escaped from it, promising his friend to carry out his wishes. If Pauline tarried she would not be allowed within the gates. Father and child would be separated.
All wept, even the two strong men, as they gazed upon a scene which reminded them of so much. Poor Batoche! What was there in the music of the waterfall that seemed responsive to this tribute of his friends? During my first visit to Canada a few years ago, I met on the Saguenay boat a young lady whose beauty and distinction impressed me. I inquired who she was.
Was he a friend or an enemy of the cause of liberty? Perhaps he was a spy? During the interval Batoche stood immovable, while the snow piled in inches on his round shoulders, but at length, divining the thoughts of Cary, he said in a low voice: "You are returning to Sieur Sarpy's, did you say?" "At once." "But the roads will be all blockaded." "I know all the by-paths."
When Batoche became possessed of this important intelligence he immediately repaired to the Sarpy mansion and acquainted Zulma with it. "I wonder who are the kind friends that have taken him in," said Zulma, after lamenting this new danger that threatened her friend. "Can't you guess?" asked Batoche, and his knowing smile went straight to the heart of his companion. "I hope that you guess true."
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