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Updated: June 2, 2025


"I might do worse," I admitted, watching intently the lights on the cliff-path, "but it was not the teaching of my childhood. There is one below whose prayers are as yours." "Madame de Noyan?" I bowed my head in gesture of reverence. "Yes, Monsieur, and whatever she loves is not far from my heart.

Under the direction of De Noyan, the scattered bowlders were rolled up the steep and piled in a solid wall, reaching nearly waist high, completely circling the open front of the cave, its centre somewhat advanced from the stone slab, with either flank resting solidly against the face of the cliff.

But for my solicitation you would never have been in such stress, and, whatever else may be true, Eloise de Noyan is not one accustomed to deserting her friends." "Yet there are fates possible to a woman more to be dreaded than death." "Ay, and frontier bred, I know it well, yet none so bad as would have been the knowledge that I was guilty of ingratitude.

I doubted not both De Noyan and the Puritan would show themselves true men if emergency confronted us; but in the daily plodding routine of travel the Chevalier gave way to little worries, jerking along in the harness of necessity like an ill-broken colt; while Cairnes, who pulled steadily in sullen discontent, was much the better comrade of the two.

"First, I must comprehend more clearly the nature of the work before me. The Chevalier de Noyan is already under sentence of death; the hour of execution to-morrow at sunrise?" She bent her head in quiet acquiescence, her anxious eyes never leaving my face. "It is now already approaching noon, leaving us barely eighteen hours in which to effect his rescue. Faith! 't is short space for action."

Whether in New Orleans, or the heart of this wilderness, I am still Eloise Lafrénière, the daughter of a gentleman of France. I would die by the torture of these savages before I would surrender the honor due my race." There was that in her proud speech silencing my tongue from further expostulation, even had I believed De Noyan deserved a defender.

The very utterance of the word choked me. "Your husband? Save him from what? Where is he?" "A prisoner to the Spaniards; condemned to die to-morrow at sunrise." "His name?" "Chevalier Charles de Noyan." "Where confined?" "Upon the flag-ship in the river." I turned away and stood with my back to them both.

Yet I held my tongue. It was the privilege of De Noyan to make answer. "Parbleu!" he cried, seemingly forgetful of caution in instant enthusiasm. "You have as good a head as heart, Eloise. Sacre! never before did I realize the treasure in my keeping. You gauge well the wishes of a soldier; 't is not pleasant to one of my blood and training to lurk thus in the shadows like a skulking spy.

I questioned anxiously, for I could see no signs of her presence from where I stood, and she uttered no sound. "I am uninjured," she returned, "but the boat takes water freely. I fear a plank has given way." "Parbleu!" sputtered De Noyan, with a great sound of coughing. "So have I taken water freely. Sacre! I have gulped down enough of the stuff to last me the remainder of life."

Nothing, except total inability to address him in intelligible language, held De Noyan quiet as our limited supply steadily diminished before the Puritan's onslaught, and long before the latter heaved a sigh of profound satisfaction the gallant soldier had fallen fast asleep.

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