“That is what my uncle says,” answered Colin earnestly; “it is what he has striven all along to impress upon our leaders, but without avail.  He has been seeking, too, to show to the Indians themselves the evil of their wicked practices.  He has never been afraid of them; he has always been their friend.  But the day came when they would no longer listen to him; when they drove us forth with hatred and malice; when there came into their faces that which made me more afraid than anything I have ever faced in my life before, Corinne.  We dared not stay.  The chief dismissed us and bid us be gone quickly, whilst he could still hold his people in check.  He did not wish harm to come to us; but savage blood is hard to check.

“We got away from the village, and hoped the danger was over.  We made our way as well as we could towards Montreal.  But our uncle was weak; he had had several attacks of fever.  One day he could not travel.  That night we were set upon by a score of wandering Indians.  They would not listen to our words, We were white men, that was enough.  All white men were their enemies, they said.  They would roast us alive first and eat us afterwards, they declared,”

“O Colin!” cried Corinne, with widely-dilated eyes.

“Yes; I can see their eyes now, rolling and gleaming.  They began collecting light brushwood around the upright stakes they drove into the ground.  They laughed and yelled, and sprang about with frightful contortions.  They were working themselves up as they do before they set to one of their frightful pieces of work.  Our uncle called me to him, and we prayed together.  At least he prayed, and I tried to follow his words; but I could do nothing but watch those awful preparations.  Then suddenly a shout arose from the forest hard by, and the Indians seized their weapons.  We sent up a shout, caring little whether it was answered by English or French.  We knew that what we had heard was no Indian whoop; it came from the throats of white men.

“Next minute a body of Rangers had dashed amongst us.  The Indians fled, scattering right and left like chaff before the wind.  Next minute I distinguished the friendly face of Fritz.  He was kneeling beside our uncle, and asking him tenderly if he were hurt.”

“The same Fritz as saved us in the forest!  Oh, I am glad it was he!”

“So was I; and doubly glad when I found that he knew more about the cure of these forest fevers than even our uncle himself.  The Rangers made a hut for us, and for three days Fritz doctored our uncle, till he was almost well again.  But they would not leave us in the forest, with the bands of treacherous Indians prowling around.  They escorted us to within a short distance of Montreal itself, and Fritz consented to come into the city as our guest; and since he speaks French almost as well as English, he was a welcome guest to all.  He became so much attached to my uncle that he consented to come with