“Yes, Monsieur, and I feel no shame in answering; I love you! Is that enough?”
“Enough! my sweetheart––”
“Hush!” I interrupted, “not now––Barbeau returns yonder.”
CHAPTER XXIV
WE ATTACK THE SAVAGES
It was already so dark that the soldier was almost upon us before I perceived his shadow, but it was evident enough from his first words that he had overheard none of our conversation.
“There are no Indians in the village,” he said gruffly, leaning on his gun, and staring at us. “I got across to a small island, along the trunk of a dead tree, and had good view of the whole bank yonder. The tepees stand, but not a squaw, nor a dog is left.”
“Were there any canoes in sight along the shore?”