CHAPTER XXIX
I FOLLOW MY PATH
A full hour later I went to Cadillac. "I am leaving," I said. "I am taking Pierre. The Ottawa girl, his wife, says she is going with us. It is foolish,—but Pierre wishes it. He is dough in her hands."
Cadillac shook my well shoulder. "Go to bed for a day. You are ash color."
"No, I must be on my way. The time is short enough as it is. Have the
Senecas gone?"
"No, it will be some hours before they are ready. If you start now, you will be enough in advance to keep out of sight."
I could not forbear a shrug. "Three hours' start to collect an army!
Well, it shall serve. And you follow to-morrow?"
Cadillac gave a trumpeting laugh. "Yes, tomorrow. I shall take a hundred men and leave a hundred here for guard. I have made arrangements. Longuant leads the Ottawas, and old Kondiaronk the loyal Hurons. Where shall we meet you?"
"I cannot tell. Stop at the Pottawatamie Islands and Onanguissé will know. Keep watch of Pemaou. He will make trouble if he can."
Cadillac looked at the horizon. "Montlivet, I have bad news. Pemaou has gone."