He was taken fairly and I cannot give him up." Again Father Drouillard sighed, and this time heavily.
"I would save you from captivity, Mr.Lennox," he said, "but, as you see, I cannot." Robert was much moved.
"I thank you, Father Drouillard, for your kind intentions," he said.

"It may be that some day I shall have a chance to repay them.

Meanwhile, I do not dread the coming hospitality of Madame Langlade." The priest shook his head sadly.
"It is a great and terrible war," he said, "though I cannot doubt that France will prevail, but I fear for you, my son, a captive in the vast wilderness.

Although you are an enemy and a heretic I have only good feeling for you, and I know that the great Chevalier, St.Luc, also regards you with favor." "Know you anything of St.Luc ?" asked Robert eagerly.
"Only that the expedition he was to lead against Albany has turned back and that he has gone to Canada to fight under the banner of Montcalm, when he comes with the great leaders, De Levis, Bourlamaque and the others." "I thought I might meet him." "Not here, with Charles Langlade." The priest spent the night with them and in the morning, after giving them his blessing, captors and captive alike, he departed on his long and solitary journey to Montreal.
"A good man," said Robert, as he watched his tall, thin figure disappear in the surrounding forest.
"Truly spoken," said the Owl.

"I am little of a churchman myself, the forest and the war trail please me better, but the priests are a great prop to France in the New World.