ing; there came back on me the remembrance of all I had suffered,
and I let no sentiment stand between me and my purposes.

"I am the Chevalier de la--" he began.

"If you were King Louis himself, and every man there in your boat a peer
of his realm, you should row a British subject now," said I; "or, if
you choose, you shall have fighting instead." I meant there should be
nothing uncertain in my words.

"I surrender," said he; "and if you are bent on shaming me, let us have
it over soon."

"You shall have better treatment than I had in Quebec," answered I.

A moment afterwards, his men were duly surrendered, disarmed, and
guarded, and the Chevalier breakfasted with me, now and again asking me
news of Quebec. He was much amazed to hear that Bigot had been shot, and
distressed that I could not say whether fatally or not.

I fixed on a new plan. We would now proceed by day as well as by night,
for the shallop could not leave the river, and, besides, I did not care
to trust my prisoners on shore. I threw from the shallop into the stream
enough wheat to lighten her, and now, well stored and trimmed, we pushed
away upon our course, the Chevalier and his men rowing, while my men
rested and tended the sail, which was now set. I was much loath to cut
our good canoe adrift, but she stopped the shallop's way, and she was
left behind.

After a time, our prisoners were in part relieved, and I made the
Chevalier rest also, for he had taken his task in good part, and had
ordered his men to submit cheerfully. In the late afternoon, after an
excellent journey, we saw a high and shaggy point of land, far ahead,
which shut off our view. I was anxious to see beyond it, for ships of
war might appear at any moment. A good breeze brought up this land,
and when we were abreast of it a lofty frigate was disclosed to view--a
convoy (so the Chevalier said) to a fleet of transports which that
morning had gone up the river. I resolved instantly, since fight was
useless, to make a run for it. Seating myself at the tiller, I declared
solemnly that I would shoot the first man who dared to stop the
shallop's way, to make sign, or speak a word. So, as the frigate stood
across the river, I had all sail set, roused the men at the oars, and we
came running by her stern. Our prisoners were keen enough to get by in
safety, for they were between two fires, and the excellent Chevalier was
as alert and laborious as the rest. They signalled us from the f