"What shall I do with the canoe?"
"Abandon it."
"When must I start?"
"At once; the sun has risen, we must make haste."
"And what are you going to do?"
"I told you we were going to Black's clearing, where we shall wait for you."
The Breton reflected for a minute.
"Listen, in your turn," he said; "I am not in the habit of discussing orders, when I think those given us are just; I do not think that you intend, under such grave circumstances, to mock a poor devil, whom grief renders half mad, and who would joyfully sacrifice his life to save his master's."
"You are right."
"I am therefore going to obey you."