“To be sure we shall watch him,” cried Jean Bevoir, and at the point of the pistol he disarmed Henry and made him stand up in a corner, facing the wall. The young soldier wanted to fight for his liberty, but saw it was useless, for Chalette also kept his pistol ready for use.
It was not long before Gasse returned, saying that nobody else was anywhere around. Then Henry’s hands were bound behind him and he was tied fast to a bench, which was stood up on end for that purpose.
“Now, my fine fellow, you vill tell me how it ees zat you came here,” began Jean Bevoir.
“I rode part of the distance and walked the rest,” answered Henry, as lightly as he could. He felt it would do him no good to “show the white feather.”
“Where did you come from, tell me zat and tell ze truf.”
“I came from Quebec, if you want to know so bad.”
“Ha, Quebec! You march all ze way from Fort Niagara to Quebec?”
“No, I came part of the way by boat.”
“’Tis mooch ze same. Vat ees it zat you do here?”
“That is my own affair.”