“Out of my way!” cried Macdonald, swinging his open hand on the Frenchman's ear. With a swift sweep he brushed LeNoir aside from his place, and ignoring him stooped over his brother. But LeNoir was no coward, and besides his boasted reputation was at stake. He thought he saw his chance, and rushing at Macdonald as he was bending over his brother, delivered his terrible 'lash'. But Macdonald had not lived with and fought with Frenchmen all these years without knowing their tricks and ways. He saw LeNoir's 'lash' coming, and quickly turning his head, avoided the blow. “Ah! would ye? Take that, then, and be quate!” and so saying, he caught LeNoir on the side of the head and sent him to the floor. “Keep him off a while, Yankee!” said Macdonald, for LeNoir was up again, and coming at him. Then kneeling beside his brother he wiped the bloody froth that was oozing from his lips, and said in a low, anxious tone: “Hugh, bhodaich (old man), are ye hurted? Can ye not speak to me, Hugh?” “Oich-oh,” Black Hugh groaned. “It was a necessity--Donald man--and--he took me--unawares--with his--keeck.” “Indeed, and I'll warrant you!” agreed his brother, “but I will be attending to him, never you fear.” Macdonald was about to rise, when his brother caught his arm. “You will--not be--killing him,” he urged, between his painful gasps, “because I will be doing that myself some day, by God's help.” His words and the eager hate in his face seemed to quiet Macdonald. “Alas! alas!” he said, sadly, “it is not allowed me to smite him as he deserves--'Vengeance is mine saith the Lord,' and I have solemnly promised the minister not to smite for glory or for revenge! Alas! alas!” Then turning to LeNoir, he said, gravely: “It is not given me to punish you for your coward's blow. Go from me!” But LeNoir misjudged him. “Bah!” he cried, contemptuously, “you tink me one baby, you strike me on de head side like one little boy. Bon! Louis LeNware, de bes bully on de Hottawa, he's not 'fraid for hany man, by Gar!” He pranced up and down before Macdonald, working himself into a great rage, as Macdonald grew more and more controlled. Macdonald turned to his men with a kind of appeal--“I hev given my promise, and Macdonald will not break his word.” “Bah!” cried LeNoir, spitting at him. “Now may the Lord give me grace to withstand the enemy,” said Macdonald, gravely, “for I am greatly moved to take vengeance upon you.” “Bah!” cried LeNoir again, mistaking Macdonald's quietness and self-control for fear. “You no good! Your brother is no good! Beeg sheep! Beeg sheep! Bah!” “God help me,” said Macdonald as if to himself. “I am a man of grace! But must this dog go unpunished?” LeNoir continued striding up and down, now and then springing high in the air and knocking his heels together with blood-curdling yells. He seemed to feel that Macdonald would not fight, and his courage and desire for blood grew accordingly.