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what you fear?"
He muttered something in Indian
dialect could o understand.
You say that TO me! You dare say
that! You are a bold man TO try and
threaten me now. Ay, do It then
monsieur" and she stepped aside fac
ing me. this brute Of an Englishman
claims to be my husband"
What" l exclaimed in shocked sur
prise. He told me he attempted to
make love to you. but failed, yet hint
ed that marriage might have been pos
sible."
He did venture that Tar. Then.
monsieur. l will tell you the truth He
won my father to him-God alone
knows how-and persuaded me to go
through the tribal ceremony. To mt,
a Christian and a French woman, that
mockery OF form means no more than
to him. 1t was the price paid for
peace
Bat the Wyandotsr
In their eyes | am this mans
squav," her voice trembling with
scon. her hand pointing al him. But
in the eyes Of God, ! am not. His
hand has never touched me-never
will. Monsieur. l had to tell you"
And am glad you did. 1t is better
for me to know"
oh, ! begin to See broke In the
prisoner, finding his voice. IT Ia not
my appearance that you object to,
mademoiselle, only you prefer the
Yankee edition"
! strobe forward threateningly.
You low-lived coward"
mo, monsieur, let him talk" and
she caught my arm. I'VE have no time
now for a personal quarrel. We must
save a mans life"
"HH?"
Monsieur Brady's. There is but
m way. T was for his sake, the en-
deavor to a V him from torture, that
l was so long in coming here. ! did all
that was in my power, but those In
dians are not Of my tribe. They might
listen to me. but for the Englishman
who leads them. He is heartless.
more cruel than any savage; moreover
Brady struck him. and he suspects me
Of aiding you to escape. There is nc
mercy in him, and l have failed. They
mean to burn him at the stake, and l
could do no more"
Where are they now?" I asked in
horror.
"Yonder on the mainland. I could
not remain to witness the scene-I
could not. monsieur. l was under
guard, but stole away in the darkness.
and came here, praying l might find
you yet waiting. Now l know God has
answered my prayers. He has shown
me the way"
She turned from me, her eyes on his
face.
Are you any relative to Monsieur
whom you resemble 70 much?"
He laughed u~npleasantly.
Lord. / hope motif SO the connec-
don is too remote to be considered.
I have no desire to claim any Yankee
cousins. Why?"
The reason Is not material. l
want you to hear me. ! do not know
you killed my father, but l suspect
it, and am certain you lured him to
his death. II It was Picaud's hand
that did the deed. 1t was done at your
desire. l would be justified as a Wy
andot in killing you-even this Amer
lean would grant me the right-but l
am going to spare you, Monsieur-on
one condition"
"What?" The very sound Of his
voice proved his realization Of her seri-
BUSINESS.
That you accompany me to the In
dian camp yonder. and help me ave
that white mans life"
What do l care"
You care for your own, no doubt
Well, monsieur, It hangs by a hair.
Only on such a pledge will you go
forth from here alive"
You threaten to kill me!"
1T is hardly a threat--it Is a GER
tainty. monsieur"
Tell me the plan then" he said
roughly.
Il "a control the Indians" she went
on, IF the Englishman does not inter
fere. 1t will be your part to command
him"
Who Is the fellow"
The fur trader-Lappin."
He stared into her face; then
laughed i%nsolently.
Then the game is up. BY the gods.
1t would be mor likely he burned me.
You make sport to suggest / could In
iuence that monster"
Il do not" her face changeless in
its expression. There is nothing for
you to laugh at. ! know you two are
enemies. but he dare not ignore your
uniform. He has no authority and you