ast time, a body of Indians came sweeping towards
them from some broken ground near the river's bank.

"Stand fast, men, and give those fellows a parting salute," cried
Isidore. The order was obeyed, and with such effect that the Indians
stopped in their wild onset, and then fell back a little. One alone
held his ground. He was their chief, and by the tuft of snowy feathers
and ribbons that fluttered above his head he was recognised at once by
Isidore and by Boulanger, who stood by his side, all begrimed with dust
and smoke, and clutching in his hand the barrel of his broken rifle.
It was White Eagle.

For a few moments faint and dizzy with loss of blood, for he had been
wounded without knowing it, Isidore felt a strange half-conscious
stupor come over him. Was this all a dream about the horrible massacre
at Fort William Henry? There before him stood the very savage who had
struck him down; there were the shouts, the shrieks of wounded men;
there, too, was the dark figure darting swiftly past and placing itself
right in front of him.

"Fire, fire! Be quick!" shouted Boulanger, as the Indian raised his
rifle. It sent forth a flash and a puff of smoke, but the report was
lost in the discharge of a dozen French muskets, which stretched the
Indian dead upon the grass.

It was too late. With a loud cry Amoahmeh dropped down at Isidore's
feet. Flinging away his sword he knelt beside her, and raised her up a
little. She gave him one grateful parting look, murmuring faintly,
"Amoahmeh knows where--it was you who told her." Then she closed her
eyes, and Isidore knew that her brave and loving spirit had fled.

[Illustration: "Flinging away his sword, he knelt beside her."]

Meanwhile the Indians, daunted by the stern reception they had met
with, and by the loss of their chief, had fallen back in disorder, and
the little troop that had discomfited them withdrew within the gates.
Isidore and Boulanger were the last to enter, the Canadian bearing in
his arms, as tenderly as if it had been one of his own sleeping
children, the lifeless body of Amoahmeh.

[Illustration: Headpiece to Chapter X]

CHAPTER X.

CONCLUSION.

Four days later de Ramsey surrendered the fortress of Quebec, and with
the fall of this last stronghold the conquest of New France was
virtually accomplished. The French, under the Chevalier de Levi, did
indeed commence operations in the ensuing spring, and they even
attempted to ret