The Forge in the Forest: Being the Narrative of the Acadian Ranger, Jean de Mer, Seigneur de Briart; and How He Crossed the Black Abbé; and of His Adventures in a Strange FellowshipRoberts, Charles G. D., Sir
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The Forge in the Forest: Being the Narrative of the Acadian Ranger, Jean de Mer, Seigneur de Briart; and How He Crossed the Black Abbé; and of His Adventures in a Strange Fellowship
Roberts, Charles G. D., Sir
Acadians -- Fiction; Canada -- History -- To 1763 (New France) -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"They'll never hear it," mocked I, and sent the dagger spinning with a
smart pass of my stick. The same stroke went nigh to breaking his
wrist. He grappled bravely, however, as I took him by the throat, and
I was astonished at his force and suppleness. Nevertheless the
struggle was but brief, and the result a matter to be sworn to
beforehand; for I, though not of great stature, am stronger than any
other man, big or little, with whom I have ever come to trial; and more
than that, when I was a prisoner among the English, I learned their
shrewd fashion of wrestling. In a little space the Black Abbe lay
choked into submission, after which I bound him in a way to endure, and
seated him against a tree. Behind him I caught view of Tamin,
gesturing drolly, whereat I laughed till I marked an amazement growing
in the priest's malignant eyes.
"How like you my lesson, good Father?" I inquired.
But he only glared upon me. I suppose, having no speech that would
fitly express his feelings, he conceived that his silence would be most
eloquent. But I could see that my next move startled him. With my
knife I cut a piece from my shirt, and made therewith a neat gag.
"Though you seem so dumb at this present," said I, "I suspect that you
might find a tongue after my departure. Therefore I must beseech you
to wear this ornament, for my sake, for a little." And very civilly
prying his teeth open, I adjusted the gag.
"Do not be afraid!" I continued. "I will leave you in this discomfort
no longer than you thought it necessary to leave me so. You shall be
free after to-morrow's sunrise, if not before. Farewell, good Father,
and may you rest well! Let me borrow this ring as a pledge for the
safe return of the fragment of my good shirt which you hold so
obstinately between your teeth!" And drawing his ring from his finger
I turned away and plunged into the forest, where Tamin presently joined
me.
Tamin chuckled, deep in his stomach.
"My turn now!" said he. "Give me the ring, M'sieu, and I'll give you
the boy!"
"I see you take me!" said I, highly pleased at his quick discernment.
We now made way at leisure back to the canoes, and our plans ripened as
we went.
Before we came within hearing of the Indians I gave over the ring with
final directions, to Tamin, and then hastened toward the point of land
which runs far out beyond the mouth of the Habitants. Around this
point, as I knew, lay the little creek-mouth wherein Tamin kept his
boat. Beyond the point, perchance a furlong, was a narrow sand-spit
covered deep at every flood tide. In a thicket of fir bushes on the
bluff over against this sand-spit I lay down to wait for what Tamin
should bring to pass. I had some little time to wait; and here let me
unfold, as I learned it after, what Tamin did whilst I waited.
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