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"They draw blood!" Bigot had boasted to his familiars as he rubbed his hands together with intense satisfaction one day, when he learned that Philibert's large trading-post in Mackinaw had been closed in consequence of the Indians having been commanded by royal authority, exercised by the Intendant, to trade only at the comptoirs of the Grand Company.

Le Gardeur never looked like you much less, was ever found among people like these!" The last words were rashly spoken, but fortunately not heard amid the hubbub in the hall, or Philibert's life might have paid the penalty from the excited guests. "And yet it is true; Pierre, look at me again. I am no other than he whom you drew out of the St. Lawrence, the only brother of Amelie!"

"Calm yourself." "He follows me." "Nonsense, Pierre. No one is present," exclaimed Lotbinière in a tone of decision. "Philibert's son. I met him in Quebec before I fled to France. I met him in Paris before I fled to the East. I met him in Pondicherry. He settled near me in Mahé. Now he is in Paris again. It is dreadful to be reminded of your crime by an avenger.

He rushed on Philibert, drew his sword with a curse and thrust him through the body, which fell out of the door upon the street, and the citizen died in a few minutes." "How frightful!" "Philibert's remains were followed into the cathedral by a weeping multitude. A number of us officers attended as a protest against Bigot.

"No difficulty whatever, your Excellency. I discovered the Intendant and his friends by ear long before I got sight of them." An equivocal smile accompanied Philibert's words, which the Governor rightly interpreted. "Ah! I understand, Philibert; they were carousing at that hour of daylight? Were they all ? Faugh! I shame to speak the word.

He sent Pierre de Répentigny, then a lieutenant in the provincials and a young fellow of the rashest temper, to billet in Philibert's house, though he had no right to do so, as Philibert, being a King's Munitioner, was exempt from billeting. Bigot knew there would be a quarrel. It turned out as he had foreseen. Philibert stood at his door and refused to allow Répentigny to enter.

However, aided by Philibert's comicalities, I presently secured a truce, and the two strollers vacating in my honour the table by the fire though they had not the slightest notion who I was we were soon on terms.

The greater part of the officers seated round the council-board listened with marks of approval to Philibert's vindication of his father. But no one challenged his words, although dark, ominous looks glanced from one to another among the friends of the Intendant.

"Amelie was too good and too fair," the dame said, "to become any man's portion but Pierre Philibert's!" The dame's Huguenot prejudices melted like wax in her presence, until Amelie almost divided with Grande Marie, the saint of the Cevennes, the homage and blessing of Dame Rochelle.

Amelie: I might call her that in earnest now, Pierre, and she would be worthy of the name!" "God bless you, Le Gardeur!" burst out Colonel Philibert, his voice could not repress the emotion he felt, "and God bless Amelie! Think you she would care to see me to-day, Le Gardeur?" Philibert's thoughts flew far and fast, and his desire to know more of Amelie was a rack of suspense to him.