CHAPTER XXXII.
THE LORD OF SAINTE MARIE.
Leaving Fort St.Louis, whence the bells had sounded, upon their right, they pushed onwards as swiftly as they could, for the sun was so low in the heavens that the bushes in the clearings threw shadows like trees.
Then suddenly, as they peered in front of them between the trunks, the green of the sward turned to the blue of the water, and they saw a broad river running swiftly before them.

In France it would have seemed a mighty stream, but, coming fresh from the vastness of the St.Lawrence, their eyes were used to great sheets of water.

But Amos and De Catinat had both been upon the bosom of the Richelieu before, and their hearts bounded as they looked upon it, for they knew that this was the straight path which led them, the one to home, and the other to peace and freedom.

A few days' journeying down there, a few more along the lovely island-studded lakes of Champlain and Saint Sacrament, under the shadow of the tree-clad Adirondacks, and they would be at the headquarters of the Hudson, and their toils and their dangers be but a thing of gossip for the winter evenings.
Across the river was the terrible Iroquois country, and at two points they could see the smoke of fires curling up into the evening air.
They had the Jesuit's word for it that none of the war-parties had crossed yet, so they followed the track which led down the eastern bank.
As they pushed onwards, however, a stern military challenge suddenly brought them to a stand, and they saw the gleam of two musket barrels which covered them from a thicket overlooking the path.
"We are friends," cried De Catinat.
"Whence come you, then ?" asked an invisible sentinel.
"From Quebec." "And whither are you going ?" "To visit Monsieur Charles de la Noue, seigneur of Sainte Marie." "Very good.

It is quite safe, Du Lhut.