you. And he will
have the powerful friends, of whom the captain spoke, to plot against
you and us."

"That's so, Tayoga," said the hunter, gravely, "I'm sorry the Governor
General wasn't here when we arrived. It was an unlucky chance, because
it would have been better for us to have given him our letters and have
departed at once."

Robert, in his heart, knew that it was true, and that dangers would soon
cluster about them, but he was willing to linger. The spell of Quebec
had grown stronger, and he had made an entrance into its world in most
gallant fashion, sword in hand, like a young knight, and that would
appeal to the warlike French.

They deemed it wise to stay in the inn for a while, but two or three
hours later Willet went out, returning soon, and showing some
excitement.

"An old friend has come," he said.

"A friend!" said Robert. "I know of no friend to expect."

"I used the word 'friend' in exactly the opposite sense. It's an enemy.
I'm quite sure nobody in the world hates us more."

"Tandakora!"

"None other. It's the sanguinary Ojibway, his very self. I saw him
stalking along the streets of Quebec in the most hideous paint that man
ever mixed, a walking monument of savage pride, and I've no doubt in my
mind either why he came here."

"To get some sort of revenge upon us."

"That's it. He'll go before the Governor General, and charge that we
attacked him in the gorge and slew good, innocent men of his."

"Tandakora is cunning," said Tayoga. "The Great Bear is right. He will
lie many times against us, and it is likely that the Frenchmen, de
Courcelles and Jumonville, will come also and tell that they met us in
the woods, although they said smooth words to us when we left them."

"And we don't know what kind of a net they'll try to weave around us,"
said Willet. "I say again I wish we'd delivered our letters and were out
of Quebec."

But Robert could not agree with the hunter and Tayoga. He was still glad
of the lucky chance that had taken away the Governor General. There was
also a certain keen delight in speculating what their enemies would do
next. Conscious of right and strength he believed they could foil all
attempts upon them, and while the question was still fresh in his mind
Father Philibert Drouillard came in. Wrapped closely in his black robe
he looked taller, leaner, and more ascetic than ever, and his gaze was
even stronger and more penetrating. Now it rested upon Robert.

"I