"I did not think of that. Alas! I fear you are right. In that case, who knows?" "Yes, the worst may have happened to our old friend, and he may never return." Both Zulma and her father instinctively looked at little Blanche. An angelic smile played upon her lips and her eyes were far away. "Blanche," said Zulma, laying her hand softly on the child's shoulder. "Yes, Mademoiselle. Grandpapa when he left me, two days ago, said _au revoir_. That means, 'I will see you again.'" "But perhaps those bad men have killed him." "What bad men? The Wolves?" Zulma did not understand, but Sieur Sarpy understood very well. "Yes, the Wolves, my dear," he said with a sad smile. "Oh, my grandfather does not fear the Wolves. The Wolves fear him. They cannot catch him, no matter what great dangers he may be in. He may suffer, he may be wounded, but he will not die except near our cabin at the Falls, under the eye of my mother and with a blessing for me. He has often told me this at night as he held me on his knee, and I believe all that my grandfather says. No, Mademoiselle, he is not dead and will soon arrive to console you." Zulma could not restrain her tears as she heard the simple pathos of these childish words, and suddenly a confidence sprung up in her heart, which sacerdotal speech had been unable to infuse. She pushed her chair from the table, lifted Blanche from her seat and set her on her own knees, pillowing the little head on her bosom, and imprinting warm kisses of gratitude on the slight forehead. Sieur Sarpy looked on, and appeared pleased. No doubt a similar assurance awoke within him. "If Batoche comes at all, he will come to-night. We know his punctuality and his readiness to do a service. The weather is bad and the roads must be in a wretched state, but this will be no obstacle to his reaching the mansion. We learn, however, that a great many prisoners have been taken. Batoche may possibly be among them. In that case, we shall, of course, resign ourselves not to see him to-night." Raising her head from Zulma's shoulder, Blanche said rapidly and with some animation: "No, M. Sarpy, grandpapa is not a prisoner. He has always said that the Wolves would never catch him and I believe all that he says." Sieur Sarpy smiled, and made no reply, but he had a vague belief that perhaps the child might be right after all. III. THE PROPHECY FULFILLED.