heard wild shouts,
and sauntering down a side street, they came upon their French-Canadian
friend of the afternoon. He was standing with his back against a wall
trying to beat off three or four men, who were savagely striking and
kicking at him, and crying the while: "Gatineau! Gatineau!"

It was the Gatineau against the Ottawa.

"Our friend seems to have found the object of his search," said the
lieutenant, as he stood across the street looking at the melee.

"I say, he's a good one, isn't he?" cried Harry, admiring the Ottawa's
dauntless courage and his fighting skill.

"His eagerness for war will probably be gratified in a few minutes, by
the look of things," replied the lieutenant.

The Gatineaus were crowding around, and had evidently made up their
minds to bring the Ottawa champion to the dust. That they were numbers
to one mattered not at all. There was little chivalry in a shantymen's
fight.

"Ha! Rather a good one, that," exclaimed the lieutenant, mildly
interested. "He put that chap out somewhat neatly." He lit a cigar and
stood coolly watching the fight.

"Where are the Ottawas--the fellow's friends?" said Harry, much excited.

"I rather think they camp on another street further down."

The Ottawa champion was being sorely pressed, and it looked as if in a
moment or two more he would be down.

"What a shame!" cried Harry.

"Well," said the lieutenant, languidly, "it's beastly dirty, but the
chap's done rather well, so here goes."

Smoking his cigar, and followed by Harry, he pushed across the street to
the crowd, and got right up to the fighters.

"Here, you fellows," he called out, in a high, clear voice, "what the
deuce do you mean, kicking up such a row? Come now, stop, and get out of
here."

The astonished crowd stopped fighting and fell back a little. The calm,
clear voice of command and her majesty's uniform awed them.

"Mon camarade!" said the lieutenant, removing his cigar and saluting,
"rather warm, eh?"

"You bet! Ver' warm tam," was the reply.

"Better get away, mon ami. The odds are rather against you," said the
lieutenant. "Your friends are some distance down the next street.
You better go along." So saying, he stepped out toward the crowd of
Gatineaus who were consulting and yelling.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said, politely, waving his little cane. Those
immediately in front gave back, allowed the lieutenant, followed by the
Ottawa man and Harry, to pass, and immediatel