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
'Twas but the toss of a biscuit to shore, and we had gained it ere our
enemies were come within gunshot. Running swiftly along the strip of
beach that skirted the steep, we put the shoulder of the cape between,
and were safe from observation for a few minutes.
"To the woods, M'sieu!" cried Tamin, in a suppressed voice.
"No!" said I, sternly. "Straight along the beach, till I give the word
to turn in! Follow me!"
"'Tis the one chance, to get out of sight now!" grumbled Tamin, running
beside me, and clutching at his wet sack of bread.
"Don't you suppose he knows what he is doing, my Tamin?" interrupted
Marc. "'Tis for you and me to obey orders!"
Tamin growled, but said no more.
"Now in with you to cover," I commanded, waving my salt fish as it had
been a marshal's baton. At the same moment I turned, ran up the wet
slope where a spring bubbled out of the wood's edge and spread itself
over the stones, and sprang behind a thick screen of viburnums. My
companions were beside me on the instant,--but it was not an instant
too soon. As we paused to look back, there were the canoes coming
furiously around the point.
Staying not long to observe them, I led the way straight into the
darkness of the woods, aiming for the seashore at the other side of the
point. But Tamin was not satisfied.
"Our road lies straight up yon river," said he.
"My friend," said I, "we must e'en find another road to Shulie. Those
fellows will be sure to agree that we have gone that way. Knowing that
I am a cunning woodsman, they will say, 'He will make them to run in
the water, and so leave no trail.' And they will give hot chase up the
river."
"But there be two rivers," objected Tamin.
"Bien," said I, "they will divide their party, and give hot chase up
two rivers!"
"And in the meanwhile?" inquired Marc.
"I'll find the way to Shulie," said I. "The stars and the sun are
guide enough! I know the main lay of all these coasts."
Chapter VI
Grul
The undergrowth into which we had now come was thick and hindering, so
there was no further chance of speech. A few minutes more and we came
out upon the seaward slope of the point. We pushed straight down to
the water, here sheltered from the wind and little troubled. That our
footprints might be hidden, at least for a time, we ran, one behind the
other, along the lip of the tide, where the water was about ankle deep.
In the stillness our splashing sounded dangerously loud, and Tamin, yet
in a grumbling humour, spoke of it.
"But you forget, my friend," said I, gently, "that there is noise and
to spare where our enemies are,--across there in the wind!"
In a moment Tamin spoke again, pointing some little way ahead.
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