Colonel de Courcelles frowned.  There was a humorous inflection in Colden’s tone that did not please him, and the young officer’s words also had a strong element of truth.

“It’s not a time to talk about houses and forests,” he said, somewhat haughtily.  “We have here a formidable force capable of carrying your fort, and, for that reason, we demand your surrender.  Indians are always inflamed by a long and desperate resistance and while Captain de Jumonville and I will do our best to restrain them, it’s possible that they may escape from our control in the hour of victory.”

Young Colden smiled again.  With Willet at his right hand and Robert at his left, he acquired lightness of spirit.

“A demand and a threat together,” he replied.  “For the threat we don’t care.  We don’t believe you’ll ever see that hour of victory in which you can’t control your Indians, and there’ll be no need for you, Colonel de Courcelles, to apologize for a massacre committed by your allies, and which you couldn’t help.  We’re also growing used to requests of surrender.

“There was your countryman, St. Luc, a very brave and skillful man, who asked it of us, but we declined, and in the end we defeated him.  And if we beat St. Luc without the aid of a strong fort, why shouldn’t we beat you with it, Colonel de Courcelles?”

Colonel de Courcelles frowned once more, and Captain de Jumonville frowned with him.

“You don’t know the wilderness, Captain Colden,” he said, “and you don’t give our demand the serious consideration to which it is entitled.  Later on, the truth of what I tell you may bear heavily upon you.”

“I may not know the forest as you do, Colonel de Courcelles, but I have with me masters of woodcraft, Mr. Lennox and Mr. Willet, with whom you’re already acquainted.”

“We’ve had passages of various kinds with Colonel de Courcelles, both in the forest and at Quebec,” said Robert, quietly.

Both De Courcelles and Jumonville flushed, and it became apparent that they were anxious to end the interview.

“This, I take it, is your final answer,” the French Colonel said to the young Philadelphia captain.

“It is, sir.”

“Then what may occur rests upon the knees of the gods.”

“It does, sir, and I’m as willing as you to abide by the result.”

“And I have the honor of bidding you good day.”

“An equally great honor is mine.”

The two French officers were ceremonious.  They lifted their fine, three-cornered hats, and bowed politely, and Colden, Willet and Robert were not inferior in courtesy.  Then the Frenchmen walked away into the forest, while the three Americans went inside the palisade, where the heavy gate was quickly shut behind them and fastened securely.  But before he turned back Robert thought he saw the huge figure of Tandakora in the forest.

When the French officers disappeared several shots were fired and the savages uttered a long and menacing war whoop, but the young soldiers had grown used to such manifestations, and, instead of being frightened, they felt a certain defiant pleasure.