Surely she, if anyone, must be able to read the signs of the times.
"I know not what to do!" he cried in despair.

"I must go on, and yet how can I expose her to these perils?
I would fain stay the winter, but you must take my word for it, sir, that it is not possible." "Du Lhut, you know how things should be ordered," said the seigneur.
"What should you advise my friend to do, since he is so set upon getting to the English Provinces before the winter comes ?" The dark silent pioneer stroked his beard with his hand as he pondered over the question.
"There is but one way," said he at last, "though even in it there is danger.

The woods are safer than the river, for the reeds are full of _cached_ canoes.

Five leagues from here is the blockhouse of Poitou, and fifteen miles beyond, that of Auvergne.

We will go to-morrow to Poitou through the woods and see if all be safe.