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But this was a mistake. Jean Bevoir and Flat Nose had been eager for the fight, but word had come in at the last moment that the attack must be put off, and such was the power of Pontiac and other great chiefs of that vicinity that Flat Nose obeyed.
Pontiac was in deep thought when a young brave came to him and said two French hunters wished to speak to him. Thinking they might have news of value, he consented to the interview, and was soon in conversation with Jean Bevoir and Jacques Valette. Of Bevoir Pontiac had heard several times.
"Not here," answered James Morris. "I have located a new post on the Ohio." "The Ohio!" came from the three Frenchmen simultaneously, and the others looked at Jean Bevoir. "Where upon the Ohio have you placed the new post?" demanded the French trader. His manner was so insolent that James Morris grew nettled. "Had you asked me civilly, I would have answered you, Bevoir," he returned.
"I I thought you were dead." "Dead? And how came you to think that?" "They told us you were shot down at Montreal." "Ha! I see. And you were glad of it, not so? But I have disappointed you." The Frenchman paused and then chuckled to himself. "You cannot flee from Jean Bevoir so easily." "What do you want here?" "Want, do you ask? What would any honest man want? Yes, I was shot, and left for dead.
"They think ze pack-train carry much rum," said Glotte. "Verra mad when za found out not so." In the end he told practically all he knew, being assured that he would not be harmed if he made a full confession. Jean Bevoir and Flat Nose had led the attack, in which four of their party had been killed or wounded.
To-night when you hear the owl hoot, free yourself and steal from the hut, if you can. Follow the hoot of the owl and I will be there with swift horses." "And then?" asked the young pioneer. "We will away, straight for your father's trading-post." Jean Bevoir paused a moment. "It may be I can persuade Pontiac to give you up. If I can, so much the better. But if not, remember what I have told you.
"I'd like to get on his trail and make him a prisoner," put in Dave. "Another thing, Sam Barringford is Bevoir's prisoner." "Are you certain?" "Yes. I heard Bevoir speak of it to another Frenchman. He says he will make Barringford suffer before he is done with him." "Oh, the rascal!" burst out Dave. "I wish " "Never mind, lad, I know how you feel. But every moment is precious.
All told, I think he was the most rascally trader I ever met in these parts," concluded James Morris. For several weeks after that nothing more was seen or heard of Jean Bevoir and his party. More than once James Morris questioned the frontiersmen and Indians in a roundabout manner, asking if they had met any strangers, but the replies were largely in the negative.
Dave had not seen Jacques Valette, and he fancied he was to meet Jean Bevoir alone. It would be dark, and perhaps he could slip away from the Frenchman as well as from the Indians. Anyway, the plan appeared to be worth trying. Pontiac had expected to remain at the village over night, but at sunset a messenger came for him to meet some other chiefs several miles away.
He had not dreamed that the situation would take such a serious turn. "Come! come!" On they went, faster than ever. The branches of the trees struck Dave in the breast and in the face, and once he was almost thrown from the saddle. They were passing down into an open space, where the snow was blowing furiously. Jean Bevoir hailed the falling flakes with satisfaction.
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