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Yet he is no longer in command at Fort St. Louis; I bring him orders now from Sieur de la Salle bidding him not to interfere with the Governor's lieutenants. 'Tis the Chevalier De Baugis with whom we must reckon." "True, he has control, and men enough, with Cassion's party, to enforce his order.
I was aroused by the touch of Cassion's hand on my own as it grasped the side of the canoe. "Adele," he said, almost tenderly. "Why should you be so serious? Cannot we be friends?" My eyes met his in surprise. "Friends, Monsieur! Are we not? Why do you address me like that?" "Because you treat me as though I were a criminal," he said earnestly. "As if I had done you an evil in making you my wife.
Even if I told what I knew it would only strengthen the chain of circumstance, and make his guilt appear clearer. De Tonty would be his friend, faithful to the end; and I possessed faith in the justice of De Baugis, yet the facts of the case could not be ignored and these, unexplained, tipped with the venom of Cassion's hatred, were sufficient to condemn the prisoner.
It was a scene rather grotesque and weird in the red glow, and I took Cassion's arm gladly, feeling just a little frightened by the strange surroundings. "Where is my Uncle Chevet?" I asked, more as a relief, than because I cared, although I was glad of his absence because of De Artigny. "In faith, I know not," he answered lightly. "I won him a card, but he was scarce gracious about it.
"'Tis likely true, for there was small hope for any swimmer in such a sea." Cassion's eyes turned to the others in the boat. "And you, Descartes, you were in the canoe with the Sieur de Artigny, tell us again what happened, and if this be not the place." The soldier in the bow lifted his head.
I decide it is best for you to leave Quebec; ay! and New France, Mademoiselle. There is but one choice, imprisonment here, or exile into the wilderness." He leaned forward staring into my face with his fierce, threatening eyes. "I feel it better that you go as Monsieur Cassion's wife, and under his protection. I decree that so you shall go." "Alone with with Monsieur Cassion?" "One of his party.
"I removed it last night from a leather bag found beneath the sleeping bunk in the quarters assigned me." "Do you know whose bag it was?" "Certainly; it was in the canoe with me all the way from Quebec M. Cassion's." "Your husband?" "Yes, Monsieur." De Baugis' eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at me; then his glance fell upon Cassion, who was leaning forward, his mouth open, his face ashen gray.
The day which followed was but one of many we were destined to pass in the canoes. I have small recollection of it, except the weariness of my cramped position, and Cassion's efforts to entertain. Our course kept us close to the north shore, the high banks cutting off all view in that direction, while in the other there was nothing to see but an expanse of water.
I knew then that all my courage, all my hope, centered on his decision the decision of the man I loved. I could not have slept, although I must have lost consciousness of our surroundings, for I was aroused by Cassion's voice shouting some command, and became aware that we were making landing on the river bank.
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