“What, you don’t mean Jean Bevoir!” broke in Dave.
“Thet’s exactly the pusson I do mean.”
“I shouldn’t think he’d dare to show his face around here,” said Henry. “He must know that if he is captured it will go hard with him.”
“An’ thet ain’t the whole o’ it,” went on Tony Jadwin. “Do ye remember thet Frenchman as run away from Fort Pitt—the feller thet had somethin’ to do with stealin’ them twins?”
“You mean Benoit Vascal?” asked the trader.
“Yes. Wall, he’s thar too, an’ he an’ Bevoir seem to be putty thick, ez near ez I kin figger it.”
“Father, we ought to try to capture ’em both!” burst out Dave.
“That’s the talk,” said Henry. “Why, it will never be safe around the trading post as long as Jean Bevoir is at large. He will incite other Frenchmen and also Indians to do us harm.”
“Who else is in the party?” asked James Morris of Jadwin.
“Two other Frenchmen—trappers who used to help Bevoir—and about a dozen Injuns—the crowd that used to be under Flat Nose.”