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Updated: June 27, 2025
"And the King shall answer and say unto them, 'I was a stranger and ye took me not in: naked and ye clothed me not: sick and in prison and ye visited me not. Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me' " "Dinna con Holy Writ to me, Sir," interrupted Mr. Sutherland, throwing the priest's hand off and jerking back. Then Louis Laplante saw me.
"You not sure not for sure Mon Dieu no," muttered Laplante; and he was right. With the forest shadows across the captives, it was impossible to distinguish the color of their faces. Taking a knife from his belt, the Indian cut the cords of all but the woman with her hands across her face. A girl brought refuse of food; but this woman took no notice, never moving her hands.
She where I, Louis Laplante, son of a seigneur, snare that she-devil, trap that fox, trick the tigress! Ha ol' tombstone! Noblesse oblige I say! She near she here," and he flung up both arms like a frenzied maniac. "Man! Are you mad?" I demanded, uncertain whether he were apostrophizing Diable's squaw, or abstract glory. "Speak out!" I shouted, shaking him by the shoulder.
"Now about those stolen despatches! We want to know the truth! Were you drunk, or were you not? Who has them?" Captain McDonell arraigned the Frenchman with a fire of questions that would have confused any other culprit but Louis. "Eric," I whispered, taking advantage of the respite offered by Louis' examination. "We found Laplante at Pointe a la Croix. He was drunk.
"'Twas Diable did that, so Laplante says." "Then what shall we do with him?" "Do with him," slowly repeated the Nor'-Wester in a low, vibrating voice. "Do with him?" and again I felt a vague shudder of apprehension at this silent, uncompromising man's purpose. The camp fires were dead.
Many were the admonitions he launched out like thunderbolts whenever his craft and mine chanced to glide abreast. "If you lay hands on that skunk," he had said, the malodorous epithet being his designation for Louis Laplante, "If you lay hands on that skunk, don't be a simpleton. Skin him, Sir, by the Lord, skin him! Let him play the ostrich act!
At once he had left Fort Douglas for the Missouri, pausing often to send scouts scouring the country for news of Diable's band; but not a trace of the rascals had been found; and his search seemed on the whole more barren of results than mine. Laplante, he reported, had never been seen the night after he left the council hall to find the young Nor'-Wester.
At that the woman flinched and looked to Laplante. Of course, she did not understand our words; but I think she was suspicious we were laughing at her. There was a vindictive flash across her face, then the usual impenetrable expression of the Indian came over her features. I noticed that her cheeks and forehead were scarred, and a cut had laid open her upper lip from nose to teeth.
God Almighty alone can forgive the suffering you have caused her." Then Louis Laplante leaped up and, catching my hand, looked long and steadily into my eyes. "I go and find her," he muttered in a low, tense voice. "I follow their trail I keep her from suffer I bring them all back back here in the bush on this river I bring her back, or I kill Louis Laplante!"
"Trying to bury itself in my head." I returned. At this, Laplante, the knave, smiled graciously in my very face. "But it didn't succeed?" asked Hamilton. "No it mistook me for a tree, missed the mark and went into the tree; just as another friend of mine mistook me for a tree, hit the mark and ran into me," and I smiled back at Laplante. His face clouded.
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