I would give a great deal to find a certain person, and after the
attack on the cliff, and what Pierre said, I thought--"
He hesitated, and Jeanne gently drew her hands from him.
"I thought that you might know him," he finished. "His name is
Lord Fitzhugh Lee."
Jeanne gave no sign that she had heard the name before. The
question in her eyes remained unchanged.
"We have never heard of him at Fort o' God," she said.
Philip shoved the canoe more firmly upon the shore and stepped
over the side.
"This Fort o' God must be a wonderful place," he said, as he bent
over to help her. "You have aroused something in me I never
thought I possessed before--a tremendous curiosity."
"It is a wonderful place, M'sieur Philip," replied the girl,
holding up her hands to him. "But why should you guess it?"
"Because of you," laughed Philip. "I am half convinced that you
take a wicked delight in bewildering me."
He found Jeanne a comfortable spot on the bank, brought her one of
the bearskins, and began collecting a pile of dry reeds and wood.
"I am sure of it," he went on. He struck a match, and the reeds
flared into flame, lighting up his face,
Jeanne gave a startled cry.
"You are hurt!" she exclaimed.
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