"Sainte-Hélène is wounded," observed Saint-Denis.
She cast a glance of fright over her shoulder.
"Did you not see him when you came in?"
"I saw some one; but it is to you that I have been wishing to come since Wednesday night."
"I shall get well; they tell me it is not so bad with me. But how is it with Sainte-Hélène?"
"I do not know, father."
"Where is young Saint-Castin? Ask him."
"He is helping the surgeon, father."
"Poor child, how she trembles! I would thou hadst stayed in the fort, for these sights are unfit for women. New France can as ill spare him as we can, Clementine. Was that his groan?"
She cowered closer to the bed, and answered, "I do not know."