"
"And . . . the women?" inquired Victor, his heart's blood gushing to
his throat.
The two Jesuits solemnly shook their heads.
Victor laid his head against the Chevalier's arm to hide the bitter
tears.
"No sign?" asked the Chevalier calmly. All the joy of the rescue was
gone.
"None. They were taken by a roving band of Senecas, of whom nothing
has been heard. They are not at the Senecas' chief village."
However great the vicomte's disappointment may have been, his face
remained without any discernible emotion. But he turned to
D'Herouville, his tone free from banter and his dark eyes full of
menace:
"Monsieur le Comte, you and I shall soon straighten out our accounts."
"For my part, I would it were to-morrow. Our swords will be given back
to us. Take heed, Vicomte," holding out a splendid arm, as if calling
the vicomte's attention to it.
The vicomte twisted his shoulder and made a grimace. "I will kill you
as certainly as we stand here. It is written. And after you . . ."
D'Herouville could not piece together this broken sentence.
Four days later, the first of October, they came to the mission.
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