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Updated: June 2, 2025
I saw him at Jo Portugais' a fortnight ago." "Aisy, aisy, darlin'. At Jo Portugais' that's a quare place for a stranger. 'Tis not wid Jo's introducshun I'd be comin' to Chaudiere." "He comes with the Cure's introduction." "An' how d'ye know that, darlin'?" "The Curb was at Jo Portugais' with monsieur when I went there." "You wint there!" "To take him a letter the stranger."
Lurching forward, he caught Jo Portugais by the throat, and said, as he had said outside the court-room years ago: "Get out of my sight. You're as guilty as hell!" His grip tightened tightened on Jo's throat. Jo did not move, though his face grew black. Then, suddenly, the hands relaxed, a bluish paleness swept over the face, and Charley fell sidewise to the floor before Jo could catch him.
That is why I do not wish to be taken to Quebec now on a false charge. That is all I can say. Is it enough?" She was about to answer, but Jo Portugais entered, exclaiming. "M'sieu'," he cried, "men are coming with the Seigneur and Cure." Charley nodded at Jo, then turned to Rosalie. "You need not be seen if you go out by the back way, Mademoiselle."
As Jo Portugais had confessed to the Abbe that notable day in the woods at Vadrome Mountain, so she had confessed to the Cure after so many years of agony and the one confession fitted into the other: Jo had once loved her, she had treated him vilely, then a man had wronged her, and Jo had avenged her this was the tale in brief.
He would, however, keep a sharp lookout for the man who had saved her life, and would reward him duly. The face of the bearded habitant came between him and his sleep. Meanwhile this disturber of a woman's dreams and a man's sleep was hurrying to an inn in the town by the waterside, where he met another habitant with a team of dogs Jo Portugais.
She remembered that when she was a girl at school, years ago ten years ago Jo Portugais, then scarcely out of his teens, a cheerful, pleasant, quick-tempered lad, had brought her bunches of the mountain-ash berry; that once he had mended the broken runner of her sled; and yet another time had sent her a birch-bark valentine at the convent, where it was confiscated by the Mother Superior.
Reaching the hill, he saw the Cure coming from the vestry of the burning church, bearing some vessels of the altar. Depositing them in the arms of his weeping sister, he turned again towards the door. People clung to him, and would not let him go. "See, it is all inflames," they cried. "Your cassock is singed. You shall not go." At that moment Charley and Portugais came up.
"Who knows!" "Is it a legend, then?" "It is a river." "And the chasse-galerie?" "That is true, M'sieu', no matter what any one thinks. I know; I have seen I have seen with my own eyes." Jo was excited now. "I am listening." He took a cup of tea from Portugais and drank eagerly. "The Kimash River, M'sieu', that is the river in the air. On it is the chasse-galerie.
Reaching the hill, he saw the Cure coming from the vestry of the burning church, bearing some vessels of the altar. Depositing them in the arms of his weeping sister, he turned again towards the door. People clung to him, and would not let him go. "See, it is all inflames," they cried. "Your cassock is singed. You shall not go." At that moment Charley and Portugais came up.
The net of circumstances seemed to have coiled inextricably round him. Once, at a trial in court in other days, he had said in his ironical way: "One hasn't to fear the penalties of one's sins, but the damnable accident of discovery." To try to escape now, or, with the assistance of Jo Portugais, when en route to Quebec in charge of the constables, and find refuge and seclusion elsewhere?
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