"It was, monsieur. And, according to your answer, I was to give you her word."
"What is her word, Bateese?"
"She commends you to God, monsieur, and will pray for you."
"Take back my word that I will pray to deserve her prayers, who can never deserve her pardon."
CHAPTER XVII.
FRONTENAC SHORE.
"And what will my brother do?"
For minutes before John heard and answered it the question had been singing in his ears to the beat of the paddles. He supposed that Menehwehna had asked it but a moment ago.
"I cannot tell. Let us press on; it may be we shall find my countrymen at Frontenac."