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Updated: July 7, 2025
Safe in the shelter near the brook, Dave told his story, to which his father, Henry, and the others listened with great interest. "You can be thankful that we came up as we did" said James Morris. "I am thankful," said the young pioneer. "I never want to see Jean Bevoir and his rascally companions again." "Perhaps Jean Bevoir is dead," put in Henry. "That shooting must have meant something."
"I want to tell him of some plans Bevoir and Flat Nose have made. They wish to make trouble." "Are they near here?" "No, they are going away for the present. But they will be back, either in the winter or the spring." Hector Bergerac was willing enough to go into the camp with Dave, and between them they dragged the fawn and the large deer to the spot.
"I brought down Jacques Valette," continued Mr. Morris. "But I don't believe I killed him." "I hit Bevoir in the arm," came from Barringford. "He'll remember it a while, I'll warrant." "It was all Pontiac's fault," came from Dave. "I think the authorities ought to bring him to book for it." "Perhaps they will," answered James Morris seriously.
"I think he has cut company with Bevoir and Valette. He was too honest for them, I reckon." In the meantime, matters between the English and the Indians all over the Colonies were going from bad to worse.
All were willing to trust James Morris, and simply left their goods at the post, to be paid for when the pack-train arrived. In the meantime came news that Jean Bevoir and Jacques Valette had been seen among the Indians on the upper Muskingum River.
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