“I do not.”
“I’m going to find out.”
“Do you think one was that rascal of a Bevoir?” asked Raymond.
“It would be just my luck if it was,” answered Dave, as he hurried away.
At the hospital the guards could give no information, for they had been ordered to keep silent. But a little later Dave found the surgeon who had caught him talking to the French trader.
“Yes, one of the missing ones is Jean Bevoir,” said the surgeon. “The explosion of the powder, and the fire, upset both the nurses and the guards, and in the excitement Bevoir got away, with another Frenchman named Chalette.”
“It’s too bad.”
The surgeon gazed at Dave sharply.
“You are quite sure you didn’t change your mind about helping that man?” he demanded.
“Me? Not much, sir. Why, I’ve been out fighting the fire.”