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Luc and Father Drouillard, who have spoken to you in behalf of France, are brave and good men," he said, "but they cannot control the acts of their country. They tell you what I say cannot come to pass, but I tell you that it can come to pass, and what is more it has come to pass. Behold!" He took from beneath his deerskin tunic a tomahawk, large and keen, and held it up.
The faith of the converts was very strong, and Father Drouillard was to them not only a teacher but an emblem also, and through him, a Frenchman, they looked upon France as the chosen country of the new God whom they worshiped. And Father Drouillard never worked harder than in those fateful days. His thin face grew thinner, and his lean figure leaner, but the fire in his eyes burned brighter.
Drouillard says, we can't go back," said Truesdale. They sat dumbly a minute or two, no one knowing what to propose, and all looking toward the southern bank, where they believed the chief danger to lie. The dark green forest made a high black line there in the night, a solid black until it was broken by a pink dot, which they knew to be the flash of a rifle.
We had batteries in the Sault-au-Matelot on Palace Hill, on Mount Carmel, before the Jesuits' college, in the Lower Town and everywhere. Three-quarters of a century ago did I say? No, it was yesterday! I remember how we fought. Frontenac was a great man as Montcalm is!" "Peace, M. de Chatillard," said Father Drouillard soothingly. "You speak of old, old times and old, old things!"
"All men, red and white, respect Philibert Drouillard. Why are you alone, Father?" "A runner from the Christian village came with me until yesterday. Then I sent him back, because I would not keep him too long from his people. I can go the rest of the way alone, as it will be but a few days before I meet a French force." Then he turned to Robert for the first time.
I will send to you from Montreal five golden louis for him." Langlade shook his head. "Ten golden louis," said Father Drouillard. "Nay, Father, it is no use," said the partisan. "I cannot be tempted to exchange him for money." "Fifteen golden louis, Charles Langlade, though I may have to borrow from the funds of the Church to send them to you." "I respect your motive, Father, but 'tis impossible.
He saw that the old siege of Quebec was much more in M. de Chatillard's mind than the present one, and if he could pass away in the odor of triumph the hunter would not willingly change it. "Who is the youth who stands near you?" said M. de Chatillard, looking at Robert. "He is Robert Lennox of the Province of New York," replied Father Drouillard, speaking for Willet.
"Ah, my son," he said, "you are a good lad. You bore yourself well in Quebec, and I have naught against you, save that you are not of our race." "And for that, reverend sir, you cannot blame me." Father Drouillard smiled for the third time. It was not often that he smiled three times in one day, and again he reflected that this was a handsome and most winning lad. "Peace, my son!" he said.
The stream shallowed. At the next camp Sacagawea was more excited. "She say here in dis spot is where de Snake camp was surprise' by de Minnetaree, five years ago, an' chase' into de timber," announced Drouillard the hunter. "De Minnetaree keel four warrior an' capture four boy an' all de women. She was capture' here, herself." Hurrah! the trail was getting warm.
It did not seem possible to him that they could have come so well through all that fire. He did not think of himself. "Come," said Boone, and the five went back a little space, until they came to a clump of trees beneath which Adam Colfax, Major Braithwaite, Drouillard, Simon Kenton, and few others were talking. "I hate to risk so many good men," said Adam Colfax.
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