"Yes, here I am, and I do like many of the French.

I'm sorry we're official enemies." "I know that our people will treat you well," jested De Galissonniere, "and then, when we take New York, you can tell the inhabitants of that city what good masters we are and teach them to be reconciled." Young Lennox made a reply in like spirit, and De Galissonniere passed on.

But a man walking near with his shoulder well bound greeted him in no such friendly manner.

Instead a heavy frown came over his face and his eyes flashed cruelly.

It was De Courcelles, nursing the wound Robert had given him, and at the same time increasing his anger.