The priest came directly to the boat, in which Henry Ware and Adam Colfax were sitting—­the remainder of the five were in the next boat—­and held up his hand as a sign of recognition and relief.

“Father Montigny!” said Henry.

“Yes, my son, it is I, and I give thanks to Heaven that I have found you in time.”

“What is it, father?” It seemed natural that at this moment Henry should be the spokesman for the fleet.

“A great danger has closed upon you and all here.”

“Alvarez?”

“Yes, he is the master spirit, but back of him are the allied tribes of the south, Creeks, Choctaws, Chickasaws, even Osages from the west, and others, and in addition there are two hundred desperate white men drawn from all nations.  Alvarez has promised to lead them to great spoil and plunder.  He is the buccaneer chief now and they will follow him.  At night-fall they surprised a French trading schooner tied to the shore for safety, slaughtered those on board, and have now drawn the schooner across the mouth of the bayou to shut you in.  The vessel also carries four bronze nine pounders which they will use against you.  Outside in the Mississippi is a great fleet of Indian war-canoes which has been above you in the stream.”

Adam Colfax paled a little.

“It seems,” he said, “that when we thought we were pulling to safety we were merely entering a trap.”

“It was a trap,” said Henry with energy, “but we’re strong enough to break any trap into which we may fall.”

“That’s so,” said Adam Colfax.

“You may ask me how I knew all this,” continued the priest.  “I tell you not what I have heard, but what I have seen.  I was with the Choctaws, and I sought to dissuade them from this campaign upon which they were marching.  I told them that Alvarez was mad with ambition and disappointment, that he had rebelled against lawful authority, that he was an outlaw and buccaneer, and that he could not keep his promises.  My words availed nothing.  I continued with them, hoping still to dissuade them and the other bands that met them, but still I failed.

“I was yet with the tribe when they met Alvarez and the wicked renegade, the one Wyatt, and their men.  Alvarez would have used force, he would have driven me from the camp with heavy blows; even this, the white man who has inherited Holy Church would have done, but the red men, born savages, would not let him.  Although they would not listen to me they let me stay, unharmed.  I witnessed, or rather heard, their attack upon you last night, and their repulse has made them only the more eager for your destruction.  It has also united them the more firmly.”

“When do you think they will attack us, Father Montigny?” asked Henry.

“That I cannot tell.  I heard their plans, and I deemed it my duty to warn you.  A guard, one whom I have converted to our faith, let me slip away and here I am.”