You may want to go yourself soon."
Helm burst out laughing, but quickly growing serious said:
"Has Beverley been such a driveling fool as that? Are you in
earnest?"
"He killed two of my scouts, wounded another, and crossed the
Wabash in their canoe. He is going straight towards Kaskaskia."
"The idiot! Hurrah for him! If you catch your hare you may roast
him, but catch him first, Governor!"
"You'll joke out of the other corner of your mouth, Captain Helm,
if I find out that you gave him aid or countenance in breaking his
parole."
"Aid or countenance! I never saw him after he walked out of this
room. You gave him a devil of a sight more aid and countenance
than I did. What are you talking about! Broke his parole! He did
no such thing. He returned it to you fairly, as you well know. He
told you he was going."
"Well, I've sent twenty of my swiftest Indians after him to bring
him back. I'll let you see him shot. That ought to please you."
"They'll never get him, Governor. I'll bet high on him against
your twenty scalp-lifters any day. Fitzhugh Beverley is the best
Indian fighter, Daniel Boone and Simon Kenton excepted, in the
American colonies."
On her way home Alice met Father Beret, who turned and walked
beside her. He was so overjoyed at her release that he could
scarcely speak; but held her hand and stroked it gently while she
told him her story.
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