The St. Louis Republic., 1901-11-17

knows. he might have set some one on our
track
But you left the others. who were with
| him?"
"Oh. yes: but they are not bad Oh. no,
! not at all. They would not do US any real
harm. Our friends will see to them"
But has-he-been lying there all nightf
i He must be frozen with cold and wet
''Oh, no, VOLTA, Mademoiselle, he is on
the sheltered part of the boat. and We
threw a tarpaulin over him when the waves
! came over badly. And Yves gave him q
7 drink Of eau-de-vie awhile ago. Oh. truly.
he is quite comfortable, much more COM
Portable than he left Monsieur Pierre down
in the 'Oublette.'
1 But what are you going to do with him.
! sylvestre? We don't want him in England"
! I'VE will make a little raft presently and
set him adrift. Mademoiselle. We did not
| have time to do 1t last night. but now It is
7 light"
! "Set him adrift. Sylvestre?" exclaimed
! in horror why, il would be murder
! "Oh. no. no. Mademoiselle," answered Syi-
vestre with a gentle smile. "oh, no. Some
one would pick him up probably. Besides.
he tried TO kill Monsieur Pierre, and he
tried to shoot me. II he should drown It
would only serve him right"
"sylvestre." said earnestly. catching his
arm in my two hands. for thought he waA
going away to give this terrible order
'SyIvestre, forbid you to do this. 1t Is
terrible, 1t is wicked. Whatever he has
done to u.s. we have no right to touch him.
to injure him.
Sylyestre looked at me with rather q
puzzled, disappointed expression in his eyes.
"As you will, Mademciselle." he said, but
IT would be a good thing to get rid of him.
You do not want him In England; we can
not take him back"
At this moment a shout came from the
bow of the boat.
"A saill Two sails!''
syIvestre ran forward to see. In q MIN
ute or two he returned. his face grave.
They are men-of-war.' he said in a low
voice French men-of-war. A frigate and
a fast-sailing sloop. Mademoiselle. beg
you to go back to the cabin. We must alter
our course and run for it,
went back to the cabin for a little while
and told Pierre. But my patience was not
great enough to remain there, and Pierre
and I crept up again. but stayed at the
cabin steps to be out of the way.
Almost close by, 1t seemed to me. was .
great and stately vessel. her white canvas
swelling in the breeze. the light glinting
and flashing along her polished sides
Just as We came up q dull report was
heard. puff of white smoke was visible
from one of the portfolios Of the warship.
and something came singing and whistling
overhead. and then struck the water little
distance OF.
what was thatr' I exclaimed In alarm
"That was q little hint. Mademoiselle.~
said Syfvestre. who. with fierce shining eyeA
stood near for us to stop. But. tell ma
what would you wish?"
'sylvestre," answered. '1et us fall into
the hands Of God. not into the hands Of
men,"
Men, said syivestre. in emphatic toneA
TT shall be so.''
The chase went on. We held our own
But though we kept ahead. we did not ma
teriaily gain, and Sylvestre was in anxious
consultation with some of the other men
as to the best course to pursue. when again
q shout was heard.
sails! Six sails on the weather 6owr'
what are they? Who are theyr' cried
Sylvestre.
They are English sails. It IL q squadron
Of the English feet. Thank God, We are
savedr'
It was true. ana presently we saw . boat
launched. and soon It approached Us. rowed
by four stout sailors, commanded by
young oficer in blue uniform. who. a. soon
as our bows were reached. scrambled on
board and locked around.
"Hallor he shouted. taking . step for
ward. 'Hallo! Good Lord-it is-yes-it II
Pierre Trefilanr'
Jack Prideauxr' exclaimed Pierre. hold.
ing out his hand and speaking English.
well, this In unexpected See. Jack. this
is Mademoiselle de Caateaufour. my nances.
Let me present you"
The young Officer raised his little cooked
hat and bowel profoundly.
"And, Treflian. you are coming to Eng
landr'
YES" said Pierre, I'VE are coming. my
aunt. Madame II Marquise. 10 in the cabin.
and this good friend of mine" he laid his
hand on syivestre's shoulder. has helped
US over"
Thero was a little pause and silence. and
then sylvestrs returned with Targeau. led
between two Of the sailors.
WHO ID thisr' asked Prideaux.
He is Q French gentleman. who has ta1-
en- great interest in me and mine But We
don't want him, and II your Captain viii
take him OF our hands we will be grats-
full"
"Ar right" said Prideaux. Swing him
over the side. my men: and now good-by.
Treflian."
The young fellow swung himself over he
side and dropped into his beat. whore Far
geau was already deposited.
CHAPTER VII.
That same evening we reached Dart
mouth. There Is not much more to tell
Our fight was over. In week Pierre and
were married In the old church At Dart
mouth, and then he took us all to his homA
where we have lived ever since.
There Is only need to tell Of one other
friend. We had been In England about .
year when one evening our servant came In
and said that a man named Sylvestre.
Frenchman. wished to speak to me. At the
name / ran to the door, and there / saw
our good friend. to whom we owed our life
and liberty.
"Sylvestrer' cried. Come In, mon ami,
come inr Blu. when he came into the light
for II was evening and the candles were
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