sion.

Captain de Brissac was anxious to know what had been the fate of the
other fugitives, especially of Claude and Mimi; but of this Margot
could, of course, give no information. When she had last seen them
they were flying to the woods, and she could only hope that they had
been sufficiently fortunate to get under cover before the arrival of
the enemy.

Captain de Brissac then sent a crew aboard the Parson, and ordered
them to follow the Vengeur to Louisbourg. Upon this new crew Terry
looked with careful scrutiny.

"Whisper, captain dear," said he, as he drew up to the meditative
Zac. "Here's another lot o' Frinchmen. Is it afther thrying agin that
ye are, to give 'em the slip?"

Zac drew a long breath, and looked with a melancholy face at the
Vengeur, which was shaking out her sails, and heading east for
Louisbourg. On the stern he could see a female figure. He could not
recognize the face, but he felt sure that it was Margot.

"Wal," said he, "I guess we'd better wait a while fust, and see how
things turn out. The little un's oncommon spry, an' may give us a
lift somehow."

CHAPTER XXV.

THE COURT MARTIAL.

Claude was treated roughly, bound, and sent forward on foot; but the
representations of Pere Michel secured better treatment for Mimi. A
litter was made for her, and on this she was carried. As for Pere
Michel himself, he, too, was conducted back as a prisoner; but the
respect of the commander of the soldiers for the venerable priest
caused him to leave his hands unbound. After a weary tramp they
reached Louisbourg. Cazeneau was at the gate, and greeted them with a
sinister smile. Mimi, utterly worn out, both by fatigue and grief,
took no notice of him, nor did she hear what he said.

"Take the Countess de Laborde to the Residency."

"Pardon," said the priest; "that lady is now the Countess de
Montresor."

At this Cazeneau turned upon him in fury.

"Traitor!" he hissed; "what do you mean?"

"I mean that I married her to the Count de Montresor last night."

"It's a lie! It's a lie!"

"There are witnesses," said Pere Michel, "who can prove it."

"It's a lie," said Cazeneau; "but even if it is true, it won't help
her. She'll be a widow before two days. And as for you, you villain
and traitor, you shall bitterly repent your part in last night's
work."

Pere Michel shrugged his shoulders, and turned away. This act seemed
to madden Cazeneau still more.

"Why did you not bind this fel