Beyond the Frontier: A Romance of Early Days in the Middle WestParrish, Randall
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Beyond the Frontier: A Romance of Early Days in the Middle West
Parrish, Randall
Middle West -- Fiction
"And why?" I asked, pretending surprise. "Being shipwrecked, of
course, could scarcely appeal to me, but I am surely not ungrateful to
you for saving my life."
"As to that, I did no more than any man might be expected to do," he
protested. "But you have avoided me for weeks past, and it can
scarcely be pleasant now to be alone with me here."
"Avoided you! Rather should I affirm it was your own choice, Monsieur.
If I recall aright I gave you my confidence once, long ago on the
Ottawa, and you refused my request of assistance. Since then you have
scarcely been of our party."
He hesitated, as though doubtful of what he had best say.
"It was never through indifference as to your welfare," he answered at
last, "but obedience to orders. I am but an employee on this
expedition."
My eyes met his.
"Did Monsieur Cassion command that you keep in advance?" I asked, "and
make your night camps beyond those of the main company?"
"Those were his special orders, for which I saw no need, except
possibly his desire to keep us separated. Yet I did not know his
reason, nor was it my privilege to ask. Had Monsieur Cassion any
occasion to distrust me?"
"I know not as to occasion, Monsieur, but he left Quebec disliking you
because of our conference there, and some words La Barre spoke gave
him fresh suspicion that you and I were friends, and should be
watched. I do not altogether blame the man for he learned early that I
thought little of him, and held it no honor to be his wife. Yet that
distrust would have died, no doubt, had it not been fanned into flame
by accident.
"I was kept in his boat, and every instant guarded by either himself,
or Père Allouez, his faithful servitor, until long after we passed
Montreal, and entered the wilderness. That day I met you on the bluff
was the first opportunity I had found to be alone. Your crew were
beyond the rapids, and Cassion felt there could be no danger in
yielding me liberty, although, had the _père_ not been ill, 'tis
doubtful if I had been permitted to disappear alone."
"But he knew naught of our meeting?"
"You mistake, Monsieur. Scarcely had you gone when he appeared, and,
by chance, noted your footprints, and traced them to where you
descended the cliff. Of course he had no proof, and I admitted
nothing, yet he knew the truth, and sought to pledge me not to speak
with you again."
"And you made such pledge?"
"No; I permitted him to believe that I did, for otherwise there would
have been an open quarrel. From then until now we have never met."
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