he trail is scarcely possible."

"As to the lady I will make my own decision. Besides, our course is
decided. We go to St. Ignace. What will be your course from Green
Bay?"

"Along the west shore, Monsieur; it is dangerous only by reason of
storms."

"And the distance?"

"From St. Ignace?"

"Ay! from St. Ignace! What distance lies between there and this Fort
St. Louis, on the Illinois?"

"'Twill be but a venture, Monsieur, but I think 'tis held at a hundred
and fifty leagues."

"Of wilderness?"

"When I passed that way--yes; they tell me now the Jesuits have
mission station at Green Bay, and there may be fur traders in Indian
villages beyond."

"No chance to procure supplies?"

"Only scant rations of corn from the Indians."

"Your report is in accordance with my instructions and maps, and no
doubt is correct. That will be all. Take two more men in your boat,
and depart at once. We shall follow immediately."

As De Artigny turned away in obedience to these orders, his glance met
mine, and seemed to question. Eager as I was to acquaint him with the
true reason of my presence it was impossible. To have exhibited the
slightest interest would only increase the enmity between the two men,
and serve no good purpose. I did not even venture to gaze after him as
he disappeared down the bank, feeling assured that Cassion's eyes were
suspiciously watching me. My appearance of indifference must have been
well assumed, for there was a sound of confidence in his voice as he
bade us return to the canoes, and I even permitted him to assist me to
my feet, and aid me in the descent to the shore.

CHAPTER VIII

I DEFY CASSION

Our progress was slow against the swift current of the St. Lawrence,
and we kept close to the overhanging bank, following the guidance of
the leading canoe. We were the second in line, and no longer
over-crowded, so that I had ample room to rest at ease upon a pile of
blankets, and gaze about me with interest on the changing scene.

Cassion, encouraged possibly by my permitting his attendance down the
bank, found seat near me, and endeavored to converse; but, although I
tried to prove cordial, realizing now that to anger the man would only
add to my perplexity, his inane remarks tried me so that I ceased
reply, and we finally lapsed into silence. Chevet, who held the
steering oar, asked him some questions, which led to a brisk argument,
and I turned away my head, glad enough to escape,