ard a similar report.
With such a clue even a mere child of the pale faces could have
followed the trail, and after some time, with Heaven's blessing, I was
rewarded by finding out that the prisoners were brought here."

"Then they are both safe?" said the baron, eagerly.

"Yes, she is by this time far on the way to one who will befriend her."

"And he?"

"The great chief of the pale-faced warriors has sent him far away to
the fort on the great river where the sun goes down."

"Do you mean to say he went to General Montcalm?" inquired the baron,
eagerly. But Amoahmeh, fearful lest she might have said too much,
hurriedly drew the veil over her face and only replied, "What should
Gabrielle know of him?"

"Well, well," said de Valricour, "I will question you no more, though
how you ever came in here and she got out is a mystery to me. But I
have other matters to see to, so farewell for the present."

Two little scenes that had taken place within the walls of the fort on
the preceding night accounted for the mystery. The clock had not long
struck an hour after midnight, when one of the soldiers, who had just
been relieved, entered the guard-room well-nigh covered with snow from
head to foot, and looking as pale as death.

"You found it cold enough out there to-night, comrade," said one of the
men, roused by his entrance; "if it goes on like this we must get
half-hour reliefs again, or some of us will be found frozen to death on
guard, like poor Jean Maret was last year."

"Cold!" ejaculated the sentry, "I don't care for cold, and I would as
soon die of frost as see again what I've seen to-night."

"What! the black ghost?" inquired the other, but with bated breath.

"Black! I should think not, I've heard of that; but if ever there was
a white ghost in the world I've seen one to-night, flying along over
the snow where any human being would have floundered over head and
ears, and at last it went over the edge of the fosse, where the fall
would have broken any mortal's neck to a certainty. But lo! before I
could look round, there it was again flitting right past me in a whirl
of snow, and with a blast that swept me clean off my feet."

"Why didn't you send a bullet through it?" said his comrade.

"Through it! Yes, that's just it. Any bullet but a silver one made
out of a crown piece cut crosswise would only go _through_ that sort of
thing. Who ever heard of killing a ghost? Well, I only came to this
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