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Updated: October 7, 2025
"That must mean Jean Bevoir!" cried Dave. "This Glotte must be another of Bevoir's rascally companions." "To be sure," put in Sanderson, "And Bevoir must mean the attack that was made on the pack-train." "I think he will rejoin Bevoir by to-morrow sure," said Tony Jadwin. "And then we may learn what has become of Sam." While one or another remained on guard during the night the others slept.
He had not yet heard the signal agreed upon between himself and Jean Bevoir, but he did not wish to wait for this, being even more anxious to escape from the Frenchman than from the red men. With the hunting knife in his hand, he moved cautiously to the rear of the hut. Here was a small opening which he had discovered the day before.
"We are not for war, but for peace," said Hector Bergerac. "I, for one, will obey the English law, if I find out that that is what must be done." "Pouf!" came from Jean Bevoir. "Show not the heart of a chicken, Bergerac. Remember, we French have still most of the Indians as friends." "Do you mean to say that you will incite the red men to fight us?" demanded James Morris.
If Pontiac asks you if you will go with me, say yes." "I may be shot down if I try to escape in the dark." "You must take the risk." Bevoir came closer. "They mean to burn you at the stake, to-morrow at noon, I heard the talk an hour ago," he went on, in a low tone. "I'll escape if I can," said Dave; and a moment later Jean Bevoir left him. The young pioneer's thoughts were in a tumult.
Some additional Indians had come in during the night, and the village was full of life in consequence. Among the newcomers was Flat Nose, the rascal who had aided Jean Bevoir and Jacques Valette to make the raid on the Morris pack-train. Flat Nose listened with interest to all the other red men had to tell him, and looked at Dave when the young pioneer was eating his dinner.
"Rather late in the year to put up a post now," suggested Dave, who could not help saying something. At this speech Jean Bevoir smiled knowingly. "Trust me that I know what I am doing," he said. "Come," he added, to his companions, in French. "We can gain nothing by remaining here longer." He turned his steed around, and rode off, and Valette and Bergerac did the same.
Later on the Frenchman had helped in the abduction of little Nell, but the girl had been rescued by Dave and her brother Henry. Then Jean Bevoir drifted to Montreal, and while trying to loot some houses there during the siege, was shot down in a skirmish between the looters on one side, and the French and the English soldiers on the other.
If they have done that, he won't want to build again on the burn-over, but at some new spot where the forest hasn't been touched and timber is easy to get." "Do you suppose they burnt the post Jean Bevoir had?" "I reckon not. The Indians were very friendly with that rascal." The youths had now come to the edge of the woods.
Through it he wormed his way, coming out through the dead leaves and the snow on the outside. A dozen steps away was a fringe of brushwood, and hither he moved, with the silence of a ghost. As he gained the bushes the hoot of an owl, or rather the imitation thereof, came to his ears. It was the signal, and he knew that Jean Bevoir must be close at hand.
"But what of that Henry Morris, and that old hunter, Barringford?" "Both will do as James Morris wishes, for one is his nephew and the other a very close friend of the family." "You may not be able to handle Pontiac." "That, of course, remains to be seen. It is possible he may be glad enough to get rid of the prisoner. The game is worth the trying," went on Jean Bevoir.
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