ad, and I hit him in the heart, but he came within an ace of
finishing Raoul first." And he then proceeded to relate what had
happened.

Raoul was warmly congratulated upon his lucky escape, and upon the
excellence of his marksmanship, and everybody rejoiced over the
splendid prize which had been secured, for the moose was in superb
condition, and would supply them with savoury steaks and roasts for
many days.

After what had occurred at the moose hunt, it was evident that his
uncle regarded Raoul in a different light. He dropped his bantering
tone toward him, and treated him more on an equal footing, and Raoul
fully appreciated the change.

During the remainder of their trip they were favoured with such good
fortune--the game proving plentiful all along the route, and the
Indians whose villages they visited being so well supplied with furs
and so eager to trade--that La Tour, in high good humour, told Raoul he
brought him good luck, and must accompany him again.

The whole party got back to Fort St. Louis without a mishap, and then
everybody settled down for the winter, as there were to be no more
trading expeditions.

But Madame La Tour did not suspend her missionary work because it was
winter time. As soon as her husband had returned and relieved her of
the charge of the fort, she resumed her visits to the Indian
encampments. This was the best season for what she sought to
accomplish, because the men were about the wigwams most of the time,
and she could get a hearing from them as well as from the women and
children.

Raoul usually went with her. He liked the idea of being in some sense
her protector, and she was always such good company that the hours
never seemed long that were spent in her society.

He always carried his gun, not that there was anything to fear from the
Indians. They were altogether to be trusted. But some wild animal
might be encountered that would venture to attack, or that might be
worth having a shot at, any way.

Right glad he was that he did have his gun one afternoon when he and
his aunt were returning from a day spent at the Souriquois village,
where the good woman had been teaching the squaws, not only how to be
Christians, but also how to be better wives and mothers.

They were walking rapidly, and talking busily, when a horrible scream
that sent a chill of terror to their hearts, and caused them to stop
suddenly in the path, issued from the thick woods in front of the