“No,” said he, “but this will do,” and he picked up a heavy oak stick from behind the door of the room. Great as was the haste, I told him to lock the main door. Then as we slipped out at the back we locked the kitchen door behind us. I knew this would delay the chase; whereas if they found the doors open they would realize at once the escape of their intended victim and rush in pursuit, leaving the little matter of the fire to be seen to afterwards. From the back door we darted to the garden, a thicket of pole beans and hops and hollyhocks. From the furthest skirt of these shelters we ran along a ditch that fenced a field of growing buckwheat, not yet high enough to give covert; but I think we kept well in shadow of the house all the way to the woods. If afterwards our enemies tracked us with what seemed a quite unnecessary promptitude and ease, it must be remembered that our trail was not obscure. I led the flight, intending we should strike the creek at some distance above the boat and make our way down to it along the water’s edge, to cover our traces. The more we could divide our pursuers, the better would be our chances in the struggle, if overtaken. The pace I set was a sharp one, and soon, as I could perceive by his breathing, began to tell upon my heavy-limbed and unhardened companion. I slackened gradually, that he might not think I did it on his account. In a very few minutes there arose behind us, coming thinly through the trees, the screeching war-whoop of the Micmacs, which has ever seemed to me more demoniacal and inhuman than even that of the Iroquois. Then, when we took time to glance over our shoulders, we marked a red glare climbing slowly. I judged that our escape was by this time discovered, and the wolves hot upon our trail. To my companion, however, the sight brought a different thought. “Where were you,” he gasped, “when they attacked De Lamourie’s? Did you not—promise—to save the place?” “I was a fool,” said I, between my teeth. “I thought the might of my name had saved it. I went to the Habitants. When I got back it was over.” “Ah!” was all he said, husbanding his breath. “And they think I am a traitor—that I sanctioned it,” I went on in a bitter voice. He gave a short laugh, impatiently. “Who?” he asked. “Monsieur and Madame,” said I, “and, possibly, Mademoiselle also.” “I could—have told them better than that,” he panted; “I know a man.” Under the circumstances I did not think that modesty required me to disclaim the compliment. A little further on he clutched me by the arm, and stopped, gasping. “Blown,” said he, smiling, as if the situation were quite casual. “Must—one minute.” I chafed, but stood motionless. Suddenly there was a heavy crash some distance behind us. “They are so sure, they scorn the least precaution,” I whispered, foolishly wroth at their confidence. “But come, though your lungs should burst for it,” I went on. “I will seize the first hiding-place.”