The men cheered them lustily and complimented them without reserve, so that before their service was over their faces were glowing with delight.
And yet Adrienne's heart was uneasy, and full of longing to hear something of Rene de Ronville.

Surely some one of her friends must know something about him.

Ah, there was Oncle Jazon! Doubtless he could tell her all that she wanted to know.

She lingered, after the food was distributed, and shyly inquired.
"Hain't seed the scamp," said Oncle Jazon, only he used the patois most familiar to the girl's ear.

"Killed an' scelped long ago, I reckon." His mouth was so full that he spoke mumblingly and with utmost difficulty.