“No. We saw nothing of them.”
“Et ees so terrible,” wailed the priest “Tomorrow will you go again?”
“I’ll have to think that over,” Dick replied. “But what is the use. If you can supply me with some really brave and courageous men, I’ll undertake to bring the good father and Dr. Brady back.”
“Ah, but my people, zey are so prostrate, so heavy with grief. Ze spirit has gone out of them.”
“Well, I’m not surprised at that,” said Sandy, a little more charitable.
“Et ees to be regretted zat ze policeman ees seeck. He ees a wonderful man, zat Corporal Rand. Nothing on earth can stop zat man.”
“What did I tell you,” whispered Sandy, nudging Dick’s arm. “He knows it too.”
“What will monsieur do now?”
“First of all, we’ll have something to eat and a few hours sleep. After that, we can make our plans. To be perfectly frank, Father Michaud, I don’t know what to do.”
Dick’s shoulders seemed to droop as he made the assertion. He was feeling the weight of his responsibilities, had reached the point where it seemed impossible to go on.