"Vat for you close ze gate, Meester Morris?" asked Glotte smoothly. "No fighting now, no!" And he laughed shortly.
"No, I don't reckon there will be any fighting," answered the trader. "But if it comes, I am ready for it. The Indian can't come in, but you can, if you wish." And he threw a ladder over the gate, keeping hold of the top.
Not knowing what a trap he was walking into, Louis Glotte spoke to the
Indian in his native tongue and then mounted the ladder. As soon as the
Frenchman was inside of the stockade James Morris returned the ladder to
its original position.
"Don't you come too near!" he shouted to the Indian, and waved him away.
"I'll keep an eye on him, never fear," said Sanderson, who was at one of the port-holes.
"What want you of me?" demanded Glotte, as he gazed around at the armed
English and Indians in dismay.
"I want to talk to you," replied James Morris. "Come into the cabin with me."
More suspicious than ever, the Frenchman followed into the building slowly.
Dave came after and so did Jadwin.
"Now, Glotte, you can consider yourself a prisoner," said James Morris shortly. "Place your gun on that table, and your pistol also."