faith is a
virtue, charity is no less so." Then, speaking in English: "Which is
Captain Savage?"

"Ephraim Savage of Boston."

"And Master Amos Green?"

"Amos Green of New York."

"And Master Tomlinson?"

"John Tomlinson of Salem."

"And master mariners Hiram Jefferson, Joseph Cooper, Seek-grace Spalding,
and Paul Cushing, all of Massachusetts Bay?"

"We are all here."

"It is the governor's order that all whom I have named shall be conveyed
at once to the trading brig _Hope_, which is yonder ship with the white
paint line. She sails within the hour for the English provinces."

A buzz of joy broke from the castaway mariners at the prospect of being
so speedily restored to their homes, and they hurried away to gather
together the few possessions which they had saved from the wreck.
The officer put his list in his pocket and stepped across to where De
Catinat leaned moodily against the bulwarks.

"Surely you remember me," he said. "I could not forget your face, even
though you have exchanged a blue coat for a black one."

De Catinat grasped the hand which was held out to him.

"I remember you well, De Bonneville, and the journey that we made
together to Fort Frontenac, but it was not for me to claim your
friendship, now that things have gone amiss with me."

"Tut, man; once my friend always my friend."

"I feared, too, that my acquaintance would do you little good with
yonder dark-cowled friar who is glowering behind you."

"Well, well, you know how it is with us here. Frontenac could keep them
in their place, but De la Barre was as clay in their hands, and this new
one promises to follow in his steps. What with the Sulpitians at
Montreal and the Jesuits here, we poor devils are between the upper and
the nether stones. But I am grieved from my heart to give such a
welcome as this to an old comrade, and still more to his wife."

"What is to be done, then?"

"You are to be confined to the ship until she sails, which will be in a
week at the furthest."

"And then?"

"You are to be carried home in her and handed over to the Governor of
Rochelle to be sent back to Paris. Those are Monsieur de Denonville's
orders, and if they be not carried out to the letter, then we shall have
the whole hornet's nest about our ears."

De Catinat groaned as he listened. After all their strivings and trials
and efforts, to return to Paris, the scorn of his enemies, and an object
of pity to his friends, was too