it aloud without ceremony, as if speaking to his own
heart. Let him save his beavers till he goes to treat with strangers."

There was a long silence. The Huron wrapped his blanket closer, and
looked at me, while I stared back as unwinkingly. His face was a mask,
but I thought--as I have thought before and since when at the council
fire--that there was amusement in the very blankness of his gaze, and
that my effort to outdo him at his own mummery somewhat taxed his
gravity. When he spoke at last he told his story concisely.

A half hour later, I went in search of Cadillac. He heard my step on
the crunching gravel, and when I was still rods away, he laid his
finger on his lips for silence. I went to him rather resentfully, for
I had had no mind to shout my news in the street of the settlement, and
I thought that he was acting like a child. But he took no notice of my
pique, and clapped me on the shoulder as if we were pot-companions.

"Hush, man," he whispered fretfully. "Your look is fairly shouting the
news abroad. No need to keep your tongue sealed, when you carry such a
tell-tale face. So they have an Iroquois?"

I dropped my shoulder away from under his hand. "If that is the news
that you say I shouted, no harm is done,--save to my honor. No, they
have no Iroquois."

Cadillac stopped. "No Iroquois!" he echoed heavily.

"No, monsieur. They have an Englishman."

It was as if I had struck him. He stepped back, and his face grew dull
red.

"A spy?"

I shook my head. I could feel my blood pumping hard, but I answered by
rote. "Not by the Huron's story."

The commandant snapped his fingers. "That for his story! As idle as
wind in the grass!" he snorted. "But what did he say?"

I grew as laconic as the Huron. "That they left here as a hunting
party," I said categorically.

"That they soon joined a war party of Algonquins, and went with them to
the English frontier. I could make little of his geography, but I
infer that they went in the direction of Boston,--though not so far.
There the Algonquins fell upon a village, where they scalped and burned
to their fill. He says that the Hurons remained neutral, and this
prisoner, he maintains, is theirs by purchase. They bought him from
the Algonquins for two white dressed deerskins, and they have treated
him well. They have found him a man of spirit and importance, and they
ask that you make a suitable feast in honor of what they have done.