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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Once let me get Dave Morris in my power and all will be well," said Jean Bevoir exultantly. He was in such high spirits he could scarcely wait for night to come, "Where will you take him?" questioned Valette. "To the westward, where I know we shall be safe." "And after that?" "I shall negotiate with James Morris," chuckled Bevoir. "Oh, but I shall bring him to terms!" At last it grew dark.
"We are here to stay, and that is the end of the matter, so far as I am concerned. You can do as you please, but I warn you not to interfere with me. If you do, you will get your fingers burnt." "The place is burnt down," said the third Frenchman, whose name was Hector Bergerac. He too was a hunter, but of a better sort than Bevoir or Valette. "Shall you build again?"
"I have him safe enough," came from Valette. Covered by a gun in the hands of such a villain as Jacques Valette, Dave did not know what to do. The fellow looked ready to shoot, and even anxious to pull the trigger. While he was meditating, Jean Bevoir, Flat Nose, and several Indians of the Wanderers' tribe came up.
Even many of our old friends shun us, not only our own countrymen, but also the Indians. They see how the wind is blowing." "With this Dave Morris in your power, what will you do?" questioned Jacques Valette after a pause, during which Jean Bevoir began to walk up and down nervously. "With him in our power, we shall be safe. Yes, we may even dictate terms to James Morris, the father.
He said that all the Frenchmen with Bevoir knew that it was nothing but an act of thievery, but that some of the Indians had looked upon it merely as the beginning of the new uprising against the English, an uprising which he considered had been started by Pontiac and those under the great chief. "I am no longer for war," he concluded.
"He says he is as treacherous as they make 'em, and so are all the Wanderers under him. They move from place to place, taking whatever they can lay their hands on." "Then they will just suit a fellow like Jean Bevoir." "I don't doubt but that you are right, lad, and they'll suit Jacques Valette, too." "What has become of Hector Bergerac, do you know?"
He had hardly raised his cry of discovery when Valette turned in the saddle, took aim through the falling snow, and fired. His bullet went true, and Foot-in-His-Mouth pitched headlong and lay still forever. "They are coming!" cried Valette, as he went forward once more. "We shall have to fight for it!" "No! no! we must escape through the snow!" ejaculated Jean Bevoir.
"I think these are still good to use," he said, and started down to the creek, to wash them off and inspect them more closely. He had just reached the creek when a sound in the brushwood beyond caught his ears. He looked up, to see three Frenchmen on horseback riding toward him. The man in advance looked familiar to him, and as this individual drew closer, Dave recognized Jean Bevoir.
He said it was much more than Bevoir offered." "He seems hand-in-glove with Bevoir now." "Perhaps, or else it may be that he was simply hired by Bevoir to come out and help establish a new post." "What can they do with winter so close at hand?" "Nothing much, son. They will have to work hard to provide themselves a shelter." "Bevoir didn't appear to be much worried."
He departed hastily, leaving Dave in charge of Foot-in-His-Mouth and the Wyandots. When Jean Bevoir saw Pontiac depart he was glad that he had spoken to Dave about escaping. He felt certain the young pioneer would fall into the trap. He and Valette left the camp together, and at once summoned Flat Nose and the other Indians who were in their employ.
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