"Perfectly. Go on."
"Very good. Return to Blue-fox,"
"What?"
"Are you afraid?"
"Not exactly; but I fancy he may proceed to extremities with me."
"That is a risk to be run."
"Well, be it so," he exclaimed resolutely, "I will run it."
The Canadian looked fixedly at him.
"That will do," he said to him. "Here, take these, and, at any rate, if you are attacked, you will not die unavenged."
And he put a brace of pistols in his hand. The monk examined them attentively for a moment, turning them over so as to assure himself that they were in good state, then he hid them under his gown with a start of joy.