“It is Captain Menard! Don’t you know him? It is Captain Menard!”
“You don’t know me, Menard, I can see that. I wish I could take the beard off, but I can’t. What have you done with my men?”
Now Menard knew; it was Du Peron.
“I left them at La Gallette,” he said.
“I haven’t seen them––oh, killed?”
Menard nodded.
“Come down the beach and tell me about it. What condition are you in? Have you anybody with you?” Before Menard could answer, he said to one of the soldiers:–– 366
“Go back and tell the sergeant to bring up the canoes.”
They walked down the beach, and the other soldiers set about building a new fire.
“Perhaps I’d better begin on you,” Menard said. “What are you doing here? And what in the devil do you mean by coming up through the woods like a Mohawk on the war-path?”