But their case was a very evil one. Had the guns been lost so that they might be turned upon the door, all further resistance would have been vain, but Du Lhut’s presence of mind had saved them from that danger. The two guns upon the river face and the canoes were safe, for they were commanded by the windows of the house. But their numbers were terribly reduced, and those who were left were weary and wounded and spent. Nineteen had gained the house, but one had been shot through the body and lay groaning in the hall, while a second had his shoulder cleft by a tomahawk and could no longer raise his musket. Du Lhut, De la Noue, and De Catinat were uninjured, but Ephraim Savage had a bullet-hole in his forearm, and Amos was bleeding from a cut upon the face. Of the others hardly one was without injury, and yet they had no time to think of their hurts for the danger still pressed and they were lost unless they acted. A few shots from the barricaded windows sufficed to clear the enclosure, for it was all exposed to their aim; but on the other hand they had the shelter of the stockade now, and from the further side of it they kept up a fierce fire upon the windows. Half-a-dozen of the censitaires returned the fusillade, while the leaders consulted as to what had best be done.

“We have twenty-five women and fourteen children,” said the seigneur. “I am sure that you will agree with me, gentlemen, that our first duty is towards them. Some of you, like myself, have lost sons or brothers this day. Let us at least save our wives and sisters.”

“No Iroquois canoes have passed up the river,” said one of the Canadians. “If the women start in the darkness they can get away to the fort.”

“By Saint Anne of Beaupre,” exclaimed Du Lhut, “I think it would be well if you could get your men out of this also, for I cannot see how it is to be held until morning.”

A murmur of assent broke from the other Canadians, but the old nobleman shook his bewigged head with decision.

“Tut! Tut! What nonsense is this!” he cried. “Are we to abandon the manor-house of Sainte Marie to the first gang of savages who choose to make an attack upon it? No, no, gentlemen, there are still nearly a score of us, and when the garrison learn that we are so pressed, which will be by tomorrow morning at the latest, they will certainly send us relief.”

Du Lhut shook his head moodily.

“If you stand by the fort I will not desert you,” said he, “and yet it is a pity to sacrifice brave men for nothing.”

“The canoes will hardly hold the women and children as it is,” cried Theuriet. “There are but two large and four small. There is not space for a single man.”

“Then that decides it,” said De Catinat. “But who are to row the women?”

“It is but a few leagues with the current in their favour, and there are none of our women who do not know how to handle a paddle.”

The Iroquois were very quiet now, and an occasional dropping shot from the trees or the stockade was the only sign of their presence. Their losses had been heavy, and they were either engaged in collecting their dead, or in holding a council as to their next move. The twilight was gathering in, and the sun had already sunk beneath the tree-tops. Leaving a watchman at each window, the leaders went round to the back of the house where the canoes were lying upon the bank. There were no signs of the enemy upon the river to the north of them.

“We are in luck,” said Amos. “The clouds are gathering and there will be little light.”

“It is luck indeed, since the moon is only three days past the full,” answered Du Lhut. “I wonder that the Iroquois have not cut us off upon the water, but it is likely that their canoes have gone south to bring up another war-party. They may be back soon, and we had best not lose a moment.”

“In an hour it might be dark enough to start.”

“I think that there is rain in those clouds, and that will make it darker still.”

The women and children were assembled and their places in each boat were assigned to them. The wives of the censitaires, rough hardy women whose lives had been spent under the shadow of a constant danger, were for the most part quiet and collected, though a few of the younger ones whimpered a little. A woman is always braver when she has a child to draw her thoughts from herself, and each married woman had one now allotted to her as her own special charge until they should reach the fort. To Onega, the Indian wife of the seigneur, who was as wary and as experienced as a war sachem of her people, the command of the women was entrusted.

“It is not very far, Adele,” said De Catinat, as his wife clung to his arm. “You remember how we heard the Angelus bells as we journeyed through the woods. That was Fort St. Louis, and it is but a league or two.”

“But I do not wish to leave you, Amory. We have been together in all our troubles. Oh, Amory, why should we be divided now?”

“My dear love, you will tell them at the fort how things are with us, and they will bring us help.”

“Let the others do that, and I will stay. I will not be useless, Amory. Onega has taught me to load a gun. I will not be afraid, indeed I will not, if you will only let me stay.”

“You must not ask it, Adele. It is impossible, child I could not let you stay.”

“But I feel so sure that it would be best.”

The coarser reason of man has not yet learned to value those subtle instincts which guide a woman. De Catinat argued and exhorted until he had silenced if he had not convinced her.

“It is for my sake, dear. You do not know what a load it will be from my heart when I know that you are safe. And you need not be afraid for me. We can easily hold the place until morning. Then the people from the fort will come, for I hear that they have plenty of canoes, and we shall all meet again.”

Adele was silent, but her hands tightened upon his arm. Her husband was still endeavouring to reassure her when a groan burst from the watcher at the window which overlooked the stream.

“There is a canoe on the river to the north of us,” he cried.

The besieged looked at each other in dismay. The Iroquois had then cut off their retreat after all.

“How many warriors are in it?” asked the seigneur.

“I cannot see. The light is not very good, and it is in the shadow of the bank.”

“Which way is it coming?”

“It is coming this way. Ah, it shoots out into the open now, and I can see it. May the good Lord be praised! A dozen candles shall burn in Quebec Cathedral if I live till next summer!”

“What is it then?” cried De la Noue impatiently.

“It is not an Iroquois canoe. There is but one man in it. He is a Canadian.”

“A Canadian!” cried Du Lhut, springing up to the window. “Who but a madman would venture into such a hornet’s nest alone! Ah, yes, I can see him now. He keeps well out from the bank to avoid their fire. Now he is in mid-stream and he turns towards us. By my faith, it is not the first time that the good father has handled a paddle.”

“It is a Jesuit!” said one, craning his neck. “They are ever where there is most danger.”

“No, I can see his capote,” cried another. “It is a Franciscan friar!”

An instant later there was the sound of a canoe grounding upon the pebbles, the door was unbarred, and a man strode in, attired in the long brown gown of the Franciscans. He cast a rapid glance around, and then, stepping up to De Catinat, laid his hand upon his shoulder.

“So, you have not escaped me!” said he. “We have caught the evil seed before it has had time to root.”

“What do you mean, father?” asked the seigneur. “You have made some mistake. This is my good friend Amory de Catinat, of a noble French family.”

“This is Amory de Catinat, the heretic and Huguenot,” cried the monk. “I have followed him up the St. Lawrence, and I have followed him up the Richelieu, and I would have followed him to the world’s end if I could but bring him back with me.”

“Tut, father, your zeal carries you too far,” said the seigneur. “Whither would you take my friend, then?”

“He shall go back to France with his wife. There is no place in Canada for heretics.”

Du Lhut burst out laughing. “By Saint Anne, father,” said he, “if you could take us all back to France at present we should be very much your debtors.”

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