"La Chesnaye has told you?"
"La Chesnaye's son——"
"Have the ships a good cargo? They must remain here till our officer examines them."
Which meant till the governor's minions looted both vessels for His Excellency's profit. M. Radisson, who knew that the better part of the furs were already crossing the ocean, nodded his assent.
"But about these English prisoners, of whom La Chesnaye sent word from Isle Percée?" continued the governor.
"The prisoners matter nothing—'tis their ship has value——"
"She must go back," interjects M. de la Barre.
"Back?" exclaims M. Radisson.
"Why didn't you sell her to some Spanish adventurer before you came here?"
"Spanish adventurer—Your Excellency? I am no butcher!"