THE GODS AT PLAY De Galissonniere gazed at the three faces, peering at him over the brink, and then drew himself together jauntily.

His position, perched on the face of the cliff, was picturesque, and he made the most of it.
"I am glad to see you again Mr.Willet, Mr.Lennox and Tayoga, the brave Onondaga," he said.

"It's been a long time since we met in Quebec and much water has flowed under that bridge of Avignon, of which we French sing, but I can't see that any one of you has changed much." "Nor you," said Robert, catching his tone and acting as spokesman for the three.

"The circumstances are unusual, Captain Louis de Galissonniere, and I'm sorry I can't invite you to come up on our crest, but it wouldn't be military to let you have a look at our fortifications." "I understand, and I do very well where I am.

I wish to say first that I am sorry to see you in such a plight." "And we, Captain, regret to find you allied with such a savage as Tandakora." A quick flush passed over the young Frenchman's face, but he made no other sign.
"In war one cannot always choose," he replied.