y-hooded figure which bent over him.

"I left all that I love rather than yield to you," he cried, "and think
you that you can overcome me now?"

The Franciscan started back at the words, and his hard suspicious eyes
shot from De Catinat to the weeping girl.

"So!" said he. "You are Huguenots, then!"

"Hush! Do not wrangle before a man who is dying!" cried De Catinat in a
voice as fierce as his own.

"Before a man who is dead," said Amos Green solemnly.

As he spoke the old man's face had relaxed, his thousand wrinkles had
been smoothed suddenly out, as though an invisible hand had passed over
them, and his head fell back against the mast. Adele remained
motionless with her arms still clasped round his neck and her cheek
pressed against his shoulder. She had fainted.

De Catinat raised his wife and bore her down to the cabin of one of the
ladies who had already shown them some kindness. Deaths were no new
thing aboard the ship, for they had lost ten soldiers upon the outward
passage, so that amid the joy and bustle of the disembarking there were
few who had a thought to spare upon the dead pilgrim, and the less so
when it was whispered abroad that he had been a Huguenot. A brief order
was given that he should be buried in the river that very night, and
then, save for a sailmaker who fastened the canvas round him, mankind
had done its last for Theophile Catinat. With the survivors, however,
it was different, and when the troops were all disembarked, they were
mustered in a little group upon the deck, and an officer of the
governor's suite decided upon what should be done with them. He was a
portly, good-humoured, ruddy-cheeked man, but De Catinat saw with
apprehension that the friar walked by his side as he advanced along the
deck, and exchanged a few whispered remarks with him. There was a
bitter smile upon the monk's dark face which boded little good for the
heretics.

"It shall be seen to, good father, it shall be seen to," said the
officer impatiently, in answer to one of these whispered injunctions.
"I am as zealous a servant of Holy Church as you are."

"I trust that you are, Monsieur de Bonneville. With so devout a
governor as Monsieur de Denonville, it might be an ill thing even in
this world for the officers of his household to be lax."

The soldier glanced angrily at his companion, for he saw the threat
which lurked under the words.

"I would have you remember, father," said he, "that if