CHAPTER XI

TRAITORS IN THE CAMP

Madame La Tour greatly enjoyed Raoul's relation of his Boston

experience.

"You see, virtue is not always merely its own reward," she said,

smiling proudly upon her nephew. "It is sometimes well rewarded in

other ways. Be ever ready to champion the weak and the innocent,

Raoul. They are God's children, and you are doing His work when you

take their part against the wicked and cruel people, of which, alas!

there seems to be too many in this world."

The summer passed into autumn, and the autumn into winter, without

bringing anything of special moment into the lives of those at Fort La

Tour, save somewhat disquieting rumours of the intentions of Charnace.

It was said that he had gone to France to obtain the revocation of La

Tour's commission as Lieutenant-General of Acadia, and authority to

take him prisoner, and send him back to be imprisoned in the Bastile.

Now Charnace was known to have great influence at Court, and in those

days, when the French kings so lightly valued their possessions in

America, and did pretty much what those who had most influence over

them advised, there was no telling how far Charnace might succeed in

his hostile plans.

Accordingly La Tour set himself to prepare for the danger then

threatening him, while his good wife prayed that, in some way, further

conflict might be averted.

With the coming of spring, the news was confirmed by the appearance of

Charnace in the ship _St. Francis_ and his sending a messenger to

demand La Tour's surrender.

To this La Tour defiantly replied that he would not give up either

himself or his fort, so long as he had a pound of powder left; and

Charnace, not being ready for an attack just then, withdrew to the

Penobscot, where he had a fort of his own, to prepare for another siege.

Great was the concern now at Fort La Tour, whose commander bestirred

himself in every way to meet the crisis. Unfortunately, circumstances

were not in his favour. His trading had not prospered of late, and he

had been compelled to mortgage his fort and all his real and personal

property to a merchant in Boston as security for a large loan, in order

to meet the demands upon him, and now he required a larger supply of

ammunition, and, if possible, some more men. In this emergency he

decided to make a flying trip to Boston in quest of both, trusting to

get back ere Charnace reappeared.

Ere he left he called his wife, Raoul, Joe Takouchen, and Jean

Pitchebat to him, and explained his purpose.

"I know it's a risk," he said, "but there seems no help for it.

Without powder we cannot hold the fort, but with a good supply of it we

can beat off this villain Charnace. Constance, I leave you in command.

You, Raoul, will be her lieutenant, and you, Joe and Jean, her

right-hand men. I know that I can trust you all to the uttermost."

And, having thus spoken, he was about to dismiss them, when Madame,

whose beautiful countenance had of late worn an anxious expression, for

she fully realized the danger, said softly--

"Charles, let us kneel down and ask for God's protection from the

enemy, for without His blessing your best plans will be of no avail."

So they all knelt, while Madame prayed with profound fervour for divine

help, and, when they rose, her face had regained its wonted serenity.

Raoul felt quite flattered at being joined with his aunt in the charge

of the fort. It seemed, in some sort, a recognition of his being more

than a boy, and he vowed in his heart that he would show himself worthy

of the confidence reposed in him.

Followed by his wife's prayers, and the anxious thoughts of the

garrison, La Tour set sail for Boston.

He had not been gone long before a startling discovery was made by

Raoul. Although the majority of those connected with the fort were

Huguenots, the remainder were Catholics, and for their benefit La Tour

tolerated the presence of two Jesuit priests named Miraband and Oriani.

Towards these men Raoul held feelings of cordial dislike. They had

done their best to change his faith, using in vain the sly and subtle

methods for which their Order has ever been notorious, but, instead of

winning him over they had only aroused his antagonism.

Now it chanced that Raoul had been out shooting in the afternoon, and

was returning to the fort, when, being weary, he sat down in a snug

nook near the Falls to rest, and, before he knew it, was asleep.

Presently he was awakened by the sound of voices engaged in earnest

talk, and, peeping through the thick foliage which hid him completely,

he saw Miraband and Oriani.

Suspecting that this secret meeting meant some mischief, he felt no

scruples about playing the part of listener.

The first few words confirmed his suspicions, and as they went on, his

heart grew hot with indignation and wrath, for it became clear to him

that these men, who had been so well treated at Fort La Tour, were in

reality Charnace's spies, and had been keeping him informed of all that

took place.

"The villains!" muttered Raoul under his breath. "They deserve to be

hung, even if they are priests. I must let Aunt Constance know at

once."

He did not stir until the two wicked plotters had finished their

conference and gone off, and then he made all haste to the fort.

Madame La Tour was not entirely taken by surprise at his information.

She herself had mistrusted these Jesuits, and had even warned her

husband against them, but he had laughed the matter off, saying she was

mistaken.

Now, she sent for her trusty Joe and Jean, to whom Raoul re-told his

story.

They were mightily enraged at this treachery, and cried out for the

hanging of the spies in the gate of the castle; and had La Tour himself

been present, this would undoubtedly have been done, despite their

sacred calling, which they had so dishonoured.

But Madame was too tender of heart to take such extreme measures. Good

reason as she had to hate the whole Jesuit body, apart from the

villainy of these two members of it, she shrank from following the

advice of her counsellors, and to their frankly-expressed disgust did

no more than to summon Miraband and Oriani before her, upbraid them

with their treachery, adding some bitter words as to their being wolves

in sheep's clothing, and then ordered them to be set adrift in a light

canoe.

"Betake yourselves to your employer," she said with withering scorn,

presenting a splendid picture of righteous indignation, as she towered

above the cowering priests. "He is fit company for you. You have no

right amongst honest men."

Raoul saw them into the canoe. He heartily agreed with Joe and Jean

that the punishment was altogether inadequate, but he was too loyal to

his aunt not to carry out her bidding; and as the Jesuits, who had

wisely kept silence through it all, paddled off, he called after them:

"You've got off with your lives this time. But if my uncle ever

catches you, it will be different."

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