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Then you will be glad to flee to the white house of the holy Fathers, knowing that they will protect you and save you when the braves of your own blood shall pursue you." Teganouan's eyelids had drooped, and now he was looking at the ground, where the chief lay. "You will come with me, Teganouan.
He has come to this lodge, caring nothing for the safety of his life, that he might give his message. The Big Buffalo will not open the door. He will wait to hear the words of Teganouan; and then he may call to his brother warriors if he still thinks it would be wise." Menard waited. "Speak quickly, Teganouan." "Teganouan's words are like the wind.
The slightest noise will travel far across the lake." Slowly they waded out, dropping into the water before it was waist deep. Teganouan's powder-horn and musket lay on the log, and the maid herself steadied it so that they should not be lost. Weak and chilled from the long swim through the cold water they dragged themselves across the narrow beach to the bushes that hung over the bank.
Perhaps he had hoped for aid from the Captain, remembering his pledge to bring punishment on La Grange. If so, he should learn his mistake. "Teganouan's words are idle." Menard moved the latch. "The Big Buffalo will not open the door. Teganouan has not delivered his message. He is not an enemy to the Big Buffalo. He is his friend.
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