“’Tis well you return, M. de Tonty,” he said loudly. “I was about to call those soldiers yonder, and close the gates. ’Tis hardly safe to have them left thus with all these strange Indians about.”
“They are Illini, Monsieur––our allies.”
“Pah! an Indian is an Indian to my mind; bid M. de la Durantaye come hither.” He stared at De Artigny and me, seeing us first as he stepped forward. A moment he gasped, his voice failing; then anger conquered, and he strode forward, sword in hand.
“Mon Dieu! What is this? You here again, you bastard wood ranger? I had hopes I was rid of you, even at the cost of a wife. Well, I soon will be. Here, Durantaye, bring your men; we have a prisoner here to stretch rope. De Tonty, I command you in the name of France!”
CHAPTER XXXVI
THE CLEARING OF MYSTERY
The point of his sword was at De Artigny’s breast, but the younger man stood motionless, his lips smiling, his eyes on the other’s face.