A man brushed past us in the gloom of the courtyard. He looked impudently down into her face. It was Laplante, and my whole frame filled with a furious resentment which I had not guessed could be possible with me.
"That Frenchman," she whispered, but his figure vanished among the buildings. She showed me the council hall where Eric could be found.
"And where do you go?" I asked stupidly.
She indicated the quarters where the settlers had taken refuge. I led her to the door.
"Are you sure you'll be safe?"
"Oh! Yes, quite, as long as the settlers are here; and you, you will let me know when the priest sets out for Pembina?"
I vowed more emphatically than the case required that she should know.
"Are there no dark halls in there, unsafe for you?" I questioned.
"None," and she went up the first step of the doorway.
"Are you sure you're safe?" I also mounted a step.