Langlade, who was watching him, smiled.
"I read your mind, young Monsieur Lennox," he said.

"Have I not told you that I, Charles Langlade, have the perceptions?
Do I not see and interpret everything ?" "Then what do you see and interpret now ?" "A great hope in your heart that you will soon bid us farewell.

You think that when we are deep in the forest it will not be difficult to elude our watch.

And yet you could not escape when we were going through this same forest to the village.

Now why do you think it will be easier when you are going through it again, but away ?" "The Dove is not at the end of the march.