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She conjured up a vision of him telling the story to Monsieur Lavigne, who grew pale with emotion, and rang for his servant to bring him his arms and uniform. She fancied she could bear the drum as it sounded the call to arms. Frightened faces appeared at the windows.
For a minute or more Lavigne searched the ground in the vicinity, creeping here and there on all-fours. Then he rose to his feet with the air of one who has made an unpleasant discovery. "Indians have passed this way within a few hours," he announced, "and a white man was with them. They went toward the northwest."
But as we approached our own he again grew uneasy, and kept peering out at the car window as if on the watch for something. At length we descended in front of the long yellow box we called the "deepo." And there was Joe Lavigne to meet us, not with the democrat wagon, but with a very new and shiny top buggy. When we reached the farmhouse, I saw proofs of a loving conspiracy.
According to the testimony of Augustin Lavigne, M'Leod during his stay at Fort Douglas publicly made the following promise to an assembly of Bois Brûlés: 'My kinsmen, my comrades, who have helped us in the time of need; I have brought clothing for you I expected to have found about forty of you here with Mr Macdonell, but there are more of you. I have forty suits of clothing.
But Monsieur Lavigne appeared on the threshold of the forester's dwelling. He had formed his plan of attack. He called in a loud voice "I want Planchut, the plumber, and his workmen." Three men approached. "Take the eavestroughs from the roof." In a quarter of an hour they brought the commandant thirty yards of pipes.
There came to Madame Lavigne the memory of her good man and her three tall sons, taken from her one by one by the jealous sea, and, come what might of it, she could not do it. The little thing understood, that was clear, for it smiled quite knowingly and stretched out its little hands, touching Madame Lavigne's brown withered skin, and stirring forgotten beatings of her heart.
A short distance beyond them, Lavigne, in spite of his wounded shoulder, was clinging in the bushy limb of a tree that overhung and dipped to the surface of the stream. All this I observed at a sweeping glance scarcely a moment could have elapsed since the upsetting of the canoe and in vain I sought further for trace of Flora.
She conjured up a vision of him telling the story to Monsieur Lavigne, who grew pale with emotion, and rang for his servant to bring him his arms and uniform. She fancied she could bear the drum as it sounded the call to arms. Frightened faces appeared at the windows.
A bullet whistled by my ear, and another flew so close to Baptiste that he dropped his paddle and threw himself flat, uttering a shrill "Nom de Dieu!" The women screamed, and Lavigne cried out with a curse that he had a ball in his right arm. "Redskins!" I yelled. "Down down for your lives!" The canoe was luckily of a good depth, and we all crouched low and hugged the bottom.
Monsieur Lavigne, in a state of intense excitement, posted them in such a fashion as to surround the whole house, save for a large space left vacant in front of the little hole on a level with the ground, through which the cellar derived its supply of air. Monsieur Lavigne struck the trap-door a blow with his foot, and called: "I wish to speak to the Prussian officer!" The German did not reply.
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