"And now--" he started to admonish, when she threw her arms about his
neck, stiffling the words in her garments.
At the corner of the factory Maren Le Moyne stood looking through the
twilight at the scene.
When Francette released him there were only they two and he had heard
no step nor seen the silent beholder.
When the little French maid slipped away with the husky she fingered
the carved toy of a knife in her sash and tossed her short curls in
triumph.
Her failure had taken on a hue of victory.
CHAPTER XI LEAVEN AT WORK
"M'sieu," said Marc Dupre, coming up the slope from the river, his
buckskins much tattered, showing a swift cross-country run, "I have
news of the great tribe. Like the forest leaves in fall in point of
numbers they are, and they wear a wealth of wampum and elk teeth, so
much that they are rich beyond any other tribe. Their young men are
tall and heavy of stature and wonderful in the casting of their great
carven spears. Also do they excel in the use of the bow. Warlike and
suspicious, scouting every inch of country before them, they come down
by way of Dear Lake,--and the young Nor'wester at Fort Brisac has
already sent forth his messengers to meet them.
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