The Long Arrow, who had seemed to lose interest in the conversation as soon as he had finished speaking, here rose.
“My brothers and the good Father will give us their blessing? The end of the journey is yet three days away. I had hoped that we might be permitted to accept the protection of the son of Onontio,”––he looked at Menard,––“but I see that his canoe will not be ready for the journey before the sun is high.” He 68 looked gravely from Menard to the priest, then walked to the shore, followed by the others. They pushed off, and shortly disappeared around the point of land.
Menard gave them no attention, but as soon as they were gone from sight, he turned to the priest.
“Well, Father, what do you make of that?”
Father Claude shook his head.
“Nothing, as yet, M’sieu. Do you know who the large man is?”
“No; but I seem to remember him. And what is more to the point, he certainly remembers me.”
“Are you sure?”
“He recognized me on the river. He came back with me so willingly because he wanted to know more about us. That was plain. It would be well, Father, to enquire at the Mission. We should know more of them and their errand at Three Rivers.”
Menard called Danton, and walked with him a little way into the wood.