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Iberville, seeing that Walley would not attack, joined Sainte-Helene and Maricourt at the battery, and one of Iberville's shots brought down the admiral's flagstaff, with its cross of St. George. It drifted towards the shore, and Maurice Joval went out in a canoe under a galling fire and brought it up to Frontenac.
Well, that was for hate; you keep on and on and on for hate and you had your way with Grey Diver; I heard your axe crash in his skull. All for hate! And what will you do for love? I will ask her what will you do for love. Ah, you are a great man but yes! I will tell her so." "Tell her what you please, Perrot." Iberville hummed an air as at some goodly prospect.
You cared for her first?" he asked of Perrot. Perrot chuckled. "These Le Moynes!" he said: under his breath. Then aloud: "The lady first, monsieur." "So," answered Iberville. "And Bucklaw the devil, Bucklaw?" "If you mean the rogue who gave you these," said Perrot, touching the wounds, which he had already begun to bind, "I think he got away the light was bad."
Presently the others rise, but Iberville remains an instant longer, as if loth to leave. The priest whispers to him: "Be strong, be just, be merciful." The young man lifts his eyes to the priest's: "I will be just, abbe!" Then the priest makes the sacred gesture over him. The English colonies never had a race of woodsmen like the coureurs du bois of New France.
Iberville threw off his doublet, and prepared to spring as his boat came down. But another had made ready. It was the abbe, with his cassock gone, and his huge form showing finely. He laid his hand upon Iberville's arm. "Stay here," he said, "I go; I am the stronger."
"Your charge is long is it finished?" A hard light came into Iberville's eyes. "And then, monsieur, you did me the honour to come to my own country. We did not meet in the fighting, and you killed my brother." Iberville crossed himself. "Then" his voice was hard and bitter "you were captured; no longer a prisoner of war, but one who had broken his parole.
But himself, courtier as he was, had ever used heroical methods, and appreciated the reckless courage of youth. With grim humour he put all three under arrest, made them sup with him, and sent them away secretly before morning free. Before Iberville left, the governor had word with him alone.
To the east were the dreary wastes of Labrador, to the west were the desolate plains and hills, stretching to the valley of the Saskatchewan. Practically in command, Iberville advised watchfulness and preparation for attack. Presently the mirage faded away as suddenly as it came. For days again they marched and voyaged on, seeing still no human being.
Iberville coloured, but the flush passed quickly and left him unembarrassed. He was not hurt, not even piqued, for he felt well used to her dainty raillery. But he saw that Gering's eyes were on him, and the lull that fell as by a common instinct for all could not have heard the question gave him a thrill of timidity.
Do you remember when we stopped those Dutchmen on the Richelieu, and you " The priest interrupted with a laugh. "But, my dear Iberville " "It was 'Pierre' a minute gone; 'twill be 'Monsieur Pierre le Moyne of Iberville' next," the other said in mock reproach, as he went to the fire. "No, no; I merely " "I understand.
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