“Ay, my own readily. That is a lesson of the wilderness; the duty of a comrade. But for your presence I should be climbing the hill seeking to learn the purpose of those savages––else I was no true soldier of France.”
“What think you their purpose is, Monsieur?”
“An attack in force at dawn. Those who passed us were heavily armed, and crept forward stealthily, stripped and painted for war. There were other parties, no doubt, creeping up through the woods from all sides. ’Tis my thought the hour has struck for them to make their great effort. They have scattered the friendly Indians, killed them, or driven them in terror down the river. Their villages have been destroyed. Now all the warriors who have been at 364 that business have returned, filled with blood lust, and eager to strike at the French.”
“But they cannot win? Surely they cannot capture the fort, Monsieur? Why it is all rock?”
“On three sides––yes; but to the south there is ample space for attack in force. Those woods yonder would conceal a thousand savages within a few hundred yards of the fort gates. And what of the defense? Opposing them is one hundred and fifty feet of stockade, protected at best by fifty rifles. There are no more in the fort, officers, Indians, and all; and Boisrondet says scarcely a dozen rounds of powder and ball to a man. If the Iroquois know this––and why should they not?––’twill be no great feat of arms to batter their way in. I would do that which is right, Adele, if I saw clearly.”
I clung to his hands, staring back still at the grim outline of the silent fort. I understood his thoughts, his desire to aid his comrades; but, for a moment, my mind was a blank. I could not let him go, alone, to almost certain death. No, nor would he abandon me on such a mission! Was there no other way by which we could serve? Suddenly a thought crept into my mind.
“Monsieur,” I asked breathlessly, “where do you suppose those Illini Indians to be?”
“Back from the river, in a glen of caves and rocks.”
“How far from here?”