"Just before I left the Mission for Quebec, Teganouan went on an errand to the city and fell among some of our fellow-countrymen who were having a drinking bout. For a few days after that he wavered, and fell again. Once afterward he was seen in company with two low fellows, _coureurs de bois_, who have since been confined under suspicion of communicating with the enemy." "He has returned to the Mission, then?" "No, he disappeared some time ago. They do not know the Long Arrow. I described him to Brother de Lamberville--" "Oh, he is here now?" "Yes. It seems, further, that all the other workers among the Iroquois have had word and are returning. That much of my labour is removed." "How do they get this word?" said Menard, impatiently. "That is the old question. It is enough to make one wonder if there are any secrets kept from the enemy's country." "No one seems to know, M'sieu. The Superior told me last night that they had not been sent for, so it would seem that the information must have reached them through the Indians." "The folly of these new governors!" Menard strode back and forth. "Oh, it makes one sigh for old Frontenac. He never walked blindfolded into such a trap as this. But go on. You were speaking of Father de Lamberville." "It was only that I described the Long Arrow to Brother de Lamberville. He seemed to remember such a wampum collar as the Long Arrow wore. He could not recall exactly." "Then we may as well forget the incident. It seems that we are to know nothing of it. Here is Danton." The lieutenant and the maid were walking rapidly down to the wharf. Mademoiselle was in a gay mood after her few hours of enjoyment among the comforts of a city. "Good-morning," she called, waving her hand. "Good-morning," said Menard, shortly. He did not look a second time, to see her smile fade, for Guerin had not appeared, and he was rapidly losing patience. He walked up and down the wharf for a few moments, while Danton found a seat for the maid and the two talked together. "Perrot," he said, "do you know where Guerin was last evening?" "Yes, M'sieu. He was at the inn." "What was he doing? Drinking?" "A little, M'sieu." "Go up there, on the run. If you don't find him there, come right back, for we can't wait much longer for anyone." Perrot ran up the street and disappeared. In a few moments he came in sight, striding down between the row of houses, holding Guerin firmly by one arm. The young fellow was hanging back, and stumbling in limp fashion. He was evidently drunk. Danton, who had joined Menard when the two men appeared, said, "Heavens, he must have started early!" Some distance behind Perrot and Guerin came a ragged crowd of woodsmen, singing, jeering, and shouting, and bearing broad traces of a sleepless night.