. . !
"Take care, little Father," warned the Seneca, realizing by the
Jesuit's face the passion which was mounting to his brain. "It would
cause the Corn Planter great sorrow to strike."
Brother Jacques's shoulders drooped, and he sat down in the bottom of
the canoe.
"They will not harm us for the present," he said to the women
encouragingly. "And there is hope for us is the fact that these are
Senecas. To reach their villages they will perforce travel the same
route as the Onondaga expedition. And we shall probably pass close to
where our friends are."
"But the boat," said madame, "Monsieur de Lauson will think that we
have been drowned!"
"Jean Pauquet saw me enter the boat with you, and he knows that I am a
good sailor. Monsieur de Lauson will suspect immediately that we have
fallen into the hands of savages, and will instantly send us aid. So
keep a good heart and show the savage that you do not fear him. If you
can win his respect he will be courteous to you; and that will be
something, for the journey to Seneca is long."
Neither woman replied. Madame's thought went back rebelliously to the
morning.
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