"But suppose they leave La Baye. They may break camp at once and push on. We may miss them."
I smoked, and shook my head. "If they do, we cannot help it. But I think there is no danger. They will want to halt some time at La Baye, and try for terms with those tribes. My work there has been secret,—even Pemaou does not seem to know of it,—and they do not suspect a coalition. So they feel safe. I think that we shall find them."
And then we sat for a time in silence. I stared at the future, and saw a big decision beetling before me. When I dread a moment, I rush to meet it, which is the behavior of a spoiled boy.
"You will get rid of Starling to-morrow?" I asked.
Cadillac nodded. "Yes. He is best out of the way, and, though I see nothing to mistrust in the man, I shall feel better if he goes east while the Senecas go west."
"How will you send him?"
"To Montreal with an escort of Ottawas. From there he can make his own way."
I looked down. "Madame de Montlivet may wish to go at the same time.
You must arrange for her also if she wishes."
Cadillac shrugged. "You leave the decision with her?"
"Absolutely, monsieur."