"
He nodded heavily, "The Senecas are still in camp?"
"Yes, monsieur. We can attack to-night."
But he turned away. "Montlivet, your wife is in the Seneca camp."
I looked at him coldly, I think, though I remember that I clutched his
shoulder.
"Monsieur, you mistake. My wife went east."
He tried to draw me aside, but I resisted him stolidly. I eyed him
searchingly, angrily, but he could not look at me. "Listen," he
begged, and he spoke very slowly and tapped my arm. Yet I was
understanding him perfectly. "Listen, Montlivet, there is no mistake.
When Father Carheil told me that there were Hurons in Starling's escort
I sent Ottawas in pursuit. I have heard from them. Starling's party
went east till they were out of sight of the garrison. Then they
turned west and joined Pemaou. It was by Starling's direction. The
Ottawas would have objected, for I had ordered them to travel east, but
they were overpowered. It is supposed, since they traveled in this
direction, that they went to the Seneca camp. But that may not be
true."
"It is undoubtedly true," I said.
Cadillac pushed me out of earshot of the men. "Montlivet, you cannot
understand. Listen to me."
I tried to shake him away.
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