It must be the bell of the chapel at the fort." "Fort St.Louis! Ah, then, we are no great way from my friend's seigneury." "Then we may sleep there to-night, if you think that he is indeed to be trusted." "Yes.

He is a strange man, with ways of his own, but I would trust him with my life." "Very good.

We shall keep to the south of the fort and make for his house.

But something is putting up the birds over yonder.

Ah, I hear the sound of steps! Crouch down here among the sumach, until we see who it is who walks so boldly through the woods." They stooped all four among the brushwood, peeping out between the tree trunks at a little glade towards which Amos was looking.