Listening intently they heard many shots at a distance and knew that a fierce fight was on, between those from the village and the party under Jean Bevoir. The fighting kept on for a good half-hour, then gradually died away to the northward.
Safe in the shelter near the brook, Dave told his story, to which his father, Henry, and the others listened with great interest.
"You can be thankful that we came up as we did," said James Morris.
"I am thankful," said the young pioneer. "I never want to see Jean Bevoir and his rascally companions again."
"Perhaps Jean Bevoir is dead," put in Henry. "That shooting must have meant something."
"I brought down Jacques Valette," continued Mr. Morris. "But I don't believe I killed him."
"I hit Bevoir in the arm," came from Barringford. "He'll remember it a while, I'll warrant."
"It was all Pontiac's fault," came from Dave. "I think the authorities ought to bring him to book for it."
"Perhaps they will," answered James Morris seriously.
Let me add a few words more and then bring to a close this story of pioneer life, and of adventures while "On the Trail of Pontiac."