But here--" "They will hear the shots," cried Jean.

"The post is no more than a gunshot beyond the forest, and there are plenty there who would come out to see what it means.

Quick, M'seur--follow me.

Possibly they are hunters going out to the trap-lines.

If it comes to the worst--" "What then ?" demanded Howland.
"You can shoot me a little later," temporized the Frenchman with a show of his old coolness.