daylight--that would be Indian war."

"True, such might be their purpose, but in either case one thing
remains true--they anticipate no attack from below. All their
vigilance is in the other direction. A swift attack, a surprise will
drive them into panic. 'Tis a grave risk I know, but there is no other
passage to the fort."

"If we had arms, it might be done."

"We'll give them no time to discover what we have--a shot, a yell, a
rush forward. 'Twill all be over with before a devil among them gets
his second breath. Then 'tis not likely the garrison is asleep. If we
once get by there will be help in plenty to hold back pursuit. 'Tis a
desperate chance I admit, but have you better to propose?"

The soldier stood silent, fingering his gun, until De Artigny asked
impatiently:

"You have none?"

"I know not the passage; is there no way around?"

"No; this trail leads alone to the fort gate. I anticipated this, and
thought it all out as I came along. In the surprise at the first
attack, the savages will never know whether we be two or a dozen. They
will have no guard in this direction, and we can creep almost upon
them before attempting a rush. The two in advance should be safely
past before they recover sufficiently to make any fight. It will be
all done in the dark, you know."

"You will go first, with the lady?"

"No; that is to be your task; I will cover the rear."

I heard these words, yet it was not my privilege to protest. Indeed, I
felt that he was right, and my courage made response to his decision.

"If this be the best way possible," I said quietly, for both men
glanced questioningly at me, "then do not think of me as helpless, or
a burden. I will do all I can to aid you."

"Never have I doubted that," exclaimed De Artigny heartily. "So then
the affair is settled. Barbeau, creep forward about the bank; be a
savage now, and make no noise until I give the word. You next, Madame,
and keep close enough to touch your leader. The instant I yell, and
Barbeau fires, the two of you leap up, and rush forward. Pay no heed
to me."

"You would have us desert you, Monsieur?"

"It will be every one for himself," he answered shortly. "I take my
chance, but shall not be far behind."

We clasped hands, and then, as Barbeau advanced to the corner, I
followed, my only thought now to do all that was required of me. I did
not glance backward, yet was aware that De Artigny was close behind.
My heart beat fiercely, bu