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"Mademoiselle," continued Batoche, "will you advance with me a little, or shall I go on and tell him that you are here?" "I put myself in your hands," said Zulma in a low voice, bending over to the old soldier. Batoche darted a last glance at her, which appeared to decide him.
Promise me that you will desist. In the name of France, in the name of honor, in the name of religion, I call upon you to abandon your project. If you do not, I will this moment leap into a sleigh, drive to Quebec, find my way within the walls, seek M. Bouchette and tell him all. What do you say?" During this impassioned harangue, the face of Batoche was a study.
Batoche often said that he understood the language of trees, and certainly to-night the sight of them impressed his usually imperturbable soul so that he accelerated his pace. When he reached about one-third the length of the garden, he distinctly felt that he was followed. He turned around and saw a dark figure at a distance behind him. He knew instinctively that there was mischief brewing.
"Scare?" interrupted M. Belmont contemptuously, "Bouchette is as brave a man as lives." "Right enough," said Batoche with a giggle. "He showed fight and brandished his cane like a man. So far as scaring went, the attack was a failure." "The whole thing was a failure, Batoche. It will ruin us. It will drive me out of the town. I suppose the garrison is in an uproar about it by this time."
In her usual decided way, she ordered the servant to drive back to Charlesbourg, inform her father why she had remained behind, and return to learn her wishes the next morning. "If I thought," said Batoche, "that Sieur Sarpy would be too anxious, I would go with your servant, and explain everything." "There is no need," replied Zulma.
The gallantry of Colonel Williams of the Midlanders an Ontario battalion was especially conspicuous, but he never returned from the Northwest to receive the plaudits of his countrymen, as he died of fever soon after the victory he did so much to win at Batoche.
I had her life in my hands. By acting as I did, I have saved that life. This reflection shall be the prop of my misery." He then composed his dress hastily, and walked out headlong to his regiment. The ubiquitous Batoche was at a point, out of range of the garrison's guns, to meet the carriage.
But there is no use speculating on this. A great commander has said that war is largely made up of accidents, favourable and unfavourable. Batoche displayed his usual foresight when he predicted that the garrison of Quebec would soon slacken its vigilance. Arnold with the small remnant of his shattered forces gave up all attempt at a complete investment, but confined himself to an alert blockade.
The strings were thrummed to make sure of their accord, the heel was set in the hollow of the shoulder, and the bow executed a rapid prelude. The old man smiled as if satisfied with the cunning of his hand, and well he might, for these simple touches revealed the artist. "What will you sing me to-night?" said Batoche looking lovingly at his old brown instrument.
Velours was more wakeful, looking furtively at her master from the corners of her eyes but, knowing his habits well, she did not deem it prudent to stir from her nest or make any noise. "There is a place of all others," murmured Batoche, "where I may hide this beyond all fear of detection. There neither the birds of the air, nor the beasts of the forests, nor the eye of man will ever discover it.
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