I have reason to think he was in communication
with them before he came,--which is no credit to a white man.
Dubisson, my lieutenant, tells me that a Huron told his Indian servant
that pictures of the prisoner drawn on bark had been scattered among
the Indians for a fortnight past. The story was roundabout, and I
could not run it down. But it makes me watchful.
"So this is where we stand. I must give this man Starling a letter to
you. The letter will be official, and will direct you to deliver your
prisoner into Starling's hands. If he finds you, you have no choice
but to obey; so, if you think from your further knowledge of your
prisoner that it is unwise for these two men to meet, it is your cue
not to be found. I leave it with you.
"There is, of course, great doubt whether this will find you. You
asked me about Onanguissee so I infer that you will stop at the islands
at the mouth of La Baye, and I shall send the Indian girl directly
there. I shall suggest to Starling that he hug the coast line, and
search each bay, and if he listens to me, the girl should reach you
well in advance. But it is all guess-work. Starling may have spies
among the Indians, and know exactly where you are.
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