Jean had dodged him many times. The lad stood still, cap in hand, looking down. Nothing could make him sorry he had come to Kaskaskia; but he expected to do penance for it.
"Where is your grandfather?"
"He is at home, father."
"Did you leave that blind old man alone, to wander out and fall over the bluff?"
"I left him, father, but I tied him to a joist in the ceiling with a long rope."
"To hang himself?"
"No, father; it is a very long rope."
"And what will the old man do when he grows hungry?"
"His food for the day is on the table."