“What?” asks M. Radisson, glancing sharply at me; for we were both thinking of that night attack.

“They haven’t left the island,” repeats Gillam.

“Ten lies are as cheap as two,” says Radisson to us.  Then to Gillam, “Don’t let your people leave the island, or they’ll meet my forces.”

“Two,” says Gillam.

“If you don’t wish the Fur Company to discover you, don’t fire guns!”

“Three,” says Gillam.

“That is to keep ’em from connecting with those inlanders,” whispered Godefroy, who knew the plays of his master’s game better than I.  “We can beat ’em single; but if Ben joins the inlanders and the Fur Company against us——­”

Godefroy completed his prophecy with an ominous shake of the head.

“My men shall not know you are here,” M. Radisson was promising.

“One,” counts Gillam.

“I’ll join with you against the English ships!”

Young Gillam laughed derisively.

“My father commands the Hudson’s Bay ship,” says he.

“Egad, yes!” retorts M. Radisson nonchalantly, “but your father doesn’t command the governor of the Fur Company, who sailed out in his ship.”

“The governor does not know that I am here,” flouts Ben.

“But he would know if I told him,” adds M. de Radisson, “and if I told him the Company’s captain owned half the ship poaching on the Company’s preserve, the Company’s captain and the captain’s son might go hang for all the furs they’d get!  By the Lord, youngster, I rather suspect both the captain and the captain’s son would be whipped and hanged for the theft!”

Ben gave a start and looked hard at Radisson.  ’Twas the first time, I think, the cub realized that the pawn in so soft-spoken a game was his own neck.

“Go on,” he said, with haste and fear in his look.  “I promised three terms.  You will keep your people from knowing I am here and join me against the English—­go on!  What next?”

“I’ll defend you against the Indians,” coolly capped M. Radisson.

Godefroy whispered in my ear that he would not give a pin’s purchase for all the furs the New Englander would get; and Ben Gillam looked like a man whose shoe pinches.  He hung his head hesitating.

“But if you run up a flag, or fire a gun, or let your people leave the island,” warned M. Radisson, “I may let my men come, or tell the English, or join the Indians against you.”

Gillam put out his hand.

“It’s a treaty,” said he.

There and then he would have been glad to see the last of us; but M. Radisson was not the man to miss the chance of seeing a rival’s ship.

“How about that Canary taken from the foreign ship?  A galleon, did you say, tall and slim?  Did you sink her or sell her?  Send down your men to my fellows!  Let us go aboard for the story.”

CHAPTER XI