Covered by a gun in the hands of such a villain as Jacques Valette, Dave did not know what to do. The fellow looked ready to shoot, and even anxious to pull the trigger.
While he was meditating, Jean Bevoir, Flat Nose, and several Indians of the Wanderers' tribe came up. The young pioneer was immediately surrounded, and Flat Nose caught him around the breast from the rear, pinning his arms to his side. The hunting knife was taken from him, and he realized at once that further resistance would be useless.
"Ha! so you think to escape, not so?" sneered Jean Bevoir. "I was afraid it would be so. But now you are my prisonair, ha! ha!"
"What are you going to do with me?" asked Dave, as calmly as he could, but with a sinking heart.
"You will learn that later, Dave Morris."
"You said you would take me back to my father's trading-post."
"Did you believe zat? Ha! ha! you are a leetle fool! I shall take you to the west, far away, oui! Then your father shall come to terms, not so? He will do anything to geet back his only son."
Like a flash the full realization of Jean Bevoir's plot forced itself upon the young pioneer. He was truly in the hands of the enemy, and it was safe to say that Bevoir would not treat him any better than had Pontiac, if as well.
"Supposing I won't go with you?" he said.
"You shall go with us," replied Jean Bevoir. "You are my prisonair and must do as I say. Jacques, bring up the horses."