"Monsieur Corlaer, I have not forgot one look of yours. I was a great trouble to you with, my wounds, and my hiding and fever. And what pains you took to put me on board the ship in the night! It would be better indeed to see me at Montreal than ever in such plight again at Fort Orange, Monsieur Corlaer!"
"Glad would we be to have you at Fort Orange again, without pain to yourself, Father Jogues."
"And how is my friend who so much enjoyed disputing about religion?"
"Our dominie is well, and sent by my hand his hearty greeting to that very learned scholar Father Jogues. We heard you had come back from France."
Van Corlaer dropped one hand on the donné's shoulder and leaned down to examine his smiling face.
"It is my brother Lalande, the donné of this present mission," said the priest.
"My young monsieur," said Van Corlaer, "keep Father Jogues out of the Mohawks' mouths henceforth. They have really no stomach for religion, though they will eat saints. It often puzzles a Dutchman to handle that Iroquois nation."
"Our lives are not our own," said the young Frenchman.
"We must bear the truth whether it be received or not," said Father Jogues.
"Whatever errand brought you into Acadia," said Van Corlaer, turning back to the priest, "I am glad to find you here, for I shall now have your company back to Montreal."