"I ask you this," he repeated, softly, "because I have guessed—that you love her."
A cry of joy burst from Philip's lips.
"I do, Pierre—I do—I do—"
"I have guessed it," said Pierre. "You will help me—to save her!"
"Until death!"
"Then you will go with us to Fort o' God, and from there you will go at once to your camp on Blind Indian Lake."
Philip felt the sweat breaking out over his face. He was still weak. His voice was unnatural, and trembled.
"You know—" he gasped.
"Yes, I know, M'sieur," replied Pierre. "I know that you are in charge there, and Jeanne knows. We knew who you were before we appointed to meet you on the cliff. You must return to your men."
Philip was silent. For the moment every hope was crushed within him.