"Let us talk of it in the morning."
"Now. Oh, the spider is spinning faster—faster."
"The morning," he repeated.
"Now," she breathed. "But soft! Set your lips to this hole, and you shall find my ear."
A sound of restless movement came from Madame's room, and a grating voice: "From witchcraft, enchantment, and heresy our Lady and the holy saints protect us."
It was her lips that Madeleine placed to the hole in the wattle wall.
CHAPTER XIV.
FIRESIDE AND GROVE.
Ambition and not chance had brought La Salle thus far from the beaten track. He had made it his policy to pursue the Englishmen in that land until he should have brought about their extermination, knowing well that any success in that direction would be rewarded by the richest gift which his master Richelieu had to bestow. From Onawa he learnt of Viner's departure for the south on the day following that venture against New Windsor. The girl had discovered the young man's track and gladly accompanied the priest, pointing out the trail, which was imperceptible to his untrained eyes, and so bringing him to the grove where Geoffrey tarried in the enchanted sleep.