The Refugees eBook

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What had occurred is easily explained.  The watchers in the windows at the front found that it was more than flesh and blood could endure to remain waiting at their posts while the fates of their wives and children were being decided at the back.  All was quiet at the stockade, and the Indians appeared to be as absorbed as the Canadians in what was passing upon the river.  One by one, therefore, the men on guard had crept away and had assembled at the back to cheer the seaman’s shot and to groan as the remaining canoe sped like a bloodhound down the river in the wake of the fugitives.  But the savages had one at their head who was as full of wiles and resource as Du Lhut himself.  The Flemish Bastard had watched the house from behind the stockade as a dog watches a rat-hole, and he had instantly discovered that the defenders had left their post.  With a score of other warriors he raised a great log from the edge of the forest, and crossing the open space unchallenged, he and his men rushed it against the door with such violence as to crack the bar across and tear the wood from the hinges.  The first intimation which the survivors had of the attack was the crash of the door, and the screams of two of the negligent watchmen who had been seized and scalped in the hall.  The whole basement floor was in the hands of the Indians, and De Catinat and his enemy the friar were cut off from the foot of the stairs.

Fortunately, however, the manor-houses of Canada were built with the one idea of defence against Indians, and even now there were hopes for the defenders.  A wooden ladder which could be drawn up in case of need hung down from the upper windows to the ground upon the river-side.  De Catinat rushed round to this, followed by the friar.  He felt about for the ladder in the darkness.  It was gone.

Then indeed his heart sank in despair.  Where could he fly to?  The boat was destroyed.  The stockades lay between him and the forest, and they were in the hands of the Iroquois.  Their yells were ringing in his ears.  They had not seen him yet, but in a few minutes they must come upon him.  Suddenly he heard a voice from somewhere in the darkness above him.

“Give me your gun, lad,” it said.  “I see the loom of some of the heathen down by the wall.”

“It is I. It is I, Amos,” cried De Catinat.  “Down with the ladder or I am a dead man.”

“Have a care.  It may be a ruse,” said the voice of Du Lhut.

“No, no, I’ll answer for it,” cried Amos, and an instant later down came the ladder.  De Catinat and the friar rushed up it, and they hardly had their feet upon the rungs when a swarm of warriors burst out from the door and poured along the river bank.  Two muskets flashed from above, something plopped like a salmon in the water, and next instant the two were among their comrades and the ladder had been drawn up once more.

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