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e priest, saying over his shoulder:-- "Mademoiselle is our new recruit. And the recruit must not complain of her food. I cannot allow it." The moments passed with no sign of action along the line of redskins on the path. They were quieter since the flanking party had started. To Menard it was evident that a plan had been settled upon. In a like position, a dozen Frenchmen would have stormed the hut, knowing that only two or three could fall before they were under the shelter of the walls; but even a large force of Indians was unwilling to take the chance. "Father," called the Captain, "it may be better for you to take the doorway. Mademoiselle and I will watch the forest." "Very well, M'sieu." The exchange was made rapidly. "Will you look out at the sides, as well?" Menard said to her. "Keep moving about, and using all the openings. There are too many chances for approach here." "If I see one, shall I shoot, M'sieu?" He smiled. "You had better tell me first." She stepped briskly about, peering through the chinks with an alert eye. Menard found it hard to keep his own watch, so eager were his eyes to watch her. But he turned resolutely toward the woods. "M'sieu!" she whispered. They had been silent for a long time. "To the left in the bushes! It looks like a head." "Can you make sure?" "Yes. It is a head. May I shoot?" Menard nodded without looking. She rested her musket in the opening between two logs, and fired quickly. "Did you hit him?" "Yes, I think so." She was breathless with excitement, but she reloaded at once. A moment later Menard fired, and then the priest. "On all sides, eh?" the Captain muttered. He called to the others: "Waste no powder. Shoot only when you are sure of hitting. They will fall back again. Two dead Indians will discourage the wildest charge." The firing went on at intervals, but still the warriors kept at it, creeping up from bush to bush and tree to tree. Menard's face grew more serious as the time went by. He began to realize that the Long Arrow was desperate, that he was determined on vengeance before the other chiefs could come. It had been a typical savage thought that had led him to bring Menard to this village, where he had once lived, rather than to the one in which the chief held greater permanent authority; the scheme was too complete and too near its end for delay or failure to be considered. Still the attacking party drew nearer, swelle
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