It was Father Philibert Drouillard, the priest, whose life had already crossed his more than once, and it was not strange to see him there, as the French priests roamed far through the great wilderness of North America, seeking to save the souls of the savages.
Langlade, when he beheld Father Drouillard, sprang at once to his feet, and Robert also arose quickly.

The priest saw young Lennox, but he did not speak to him just yet, accepting the food that the Owl offered him, and sitting down with his weary feet to the fire that had now been lighted.
"You have traveled far, Father ?" said Langlade, solicitously.
"From the shores of Lake Huron.

I have converts there, and I must see that they do not grow weak in the faith." "All men, red and white, respect Philibert Drouillard.

Why are you alone, Father ?" "A runner from the Christian village came with me until yesterday.

Then I sent him back, because I would not keep him too long from his people.