"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."
"And our debt to you is still growing," said Henry. "As for myself, I
think the attack will come to-night, when they deem us disorganized and
beaten down by the storm."
"And so do I," said Adam Colfax. "We have no time to waste."
"May God preserve you," said the priest. "I have no desire to witness
scenes of slaughter but I trust, for the sake of yourselves, for the sake
of Bernardo Galvez, the good Governor General of Louisiana, and for the
welfare of this region, that you may beat them off.
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