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"He is young," I said, "not above four or five and twenty. Tall and slim, oh, without doubt, a gentleman. He has light-brown hair and thin, aquiline face. His tongue is unbound, too." "His tongue shall not get around me," Maître Menard promised. "The host of the Three Lanterns was not born yesterday let me tell you."
Francis. Wherever possible Menard was now selecting islands or narrow points for the camp, where, in case of a night attack, defence would be a simple problem for his few men. Also, each night, he had the men spread a circle of cut boughs around the camp at a little distance, so that none could approach without some slight noise.
All this happened before Haines settled at the Landing, and previous to Beaucaire's second marriage to Mademoiselle Menard. Bert, as the boy was called, grew up wild, and father and son quarreled so continuously that finally, and before he was twenty, the latter ran away, and has never been heard of since. All they ever learned was that he drifted down the river on a flatboat."
Menard followed, with the knife of the Long Arrow between his teeth; and with Father Claude's help the maid got through to where he could catch her and lower her to the ground. The Indian made a cautious gesture and crept slowly through the yielding bushes. One by one they followed, the Captain lingering until the maid was close to him and he could whisper to her to keep her courage.
Then he crossed over to where the maiden was sitting. "Mademoiselle St. Denis?" The girl looked up at him. Her eyes seemed to take in the dinginess of his uniform. She inclined her head. "I am Captain Menard. Major Provost tells me that I am to have the honour of escorting you to Fort Frontenac. With your permission we will start. Father Claude de Casson is to go with us, and Lieutenant Danton."
Result, Mademoiselle eats her first meal. If you can do as much you shall have my thanks. And now remember that you are a lieutenant in the King's service." Menard allowed a halt of but a few hours at Three Rivers. The settlement held little of interest, for all the resident troops and most of the farmers and engagés had gone up the river to join the army which was assembling at Montreal.
It was what I thought at first. I am past it now; I can think better. It was only your coming, when I first saw you, it came rushing back, and I wanted to oh, what is the use? You do not know. You cannot understand." "And now?" "Now, Captain, I ask for a release. Let me go back to Montreal." "How would you go? You have no canoe." "I will walk." Menard shook his head.
Another night saw the party at the foot of Petit Chesneaux, just above Pointe Maligne. While Perrot was preparing the supper, and Danton, with the voyageurs, was unpacking the bales, Menard took his musket and strode off into the forest. There was seldom a morning now that the maid did not have for her breakfast a morsel of game which the Captain's musket had brought down.
"Do you see what they are doing?" asked Danton. "Playing the devil. Anything else?" The lieutenant pointed to an arrow that was sticking in a tree beside him, slanting downward. "They are climbing trees. Listen. You can hear them talking, and calling down. I've fired, but I don't get them." Menard listened closely, and shot for the sound, but with no result. "We've got to stop this, Danton.
Still speaking, he left his place, and walking slowly between two of the fires and across the circle, paused before Menard. "The dog whom we fed and grew has turned against its masters, as the dogs of your own lodges, my brothers, will bite the hand that pats their heads. It has hung about outside of the Great Lodge to kill the hunter who sees no danger ahead.
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