It was a chance shot, for the light was bad and Bucklaw was already indistinct.
Now the man dropped on his knee and felt Iberville's heart.

"Alive!" he said.

"Alive, thank the mother of God! Mon brave! It is ever the same--the great father, the great son." As he withdrew his hand it brushed against the slipper.

He took it out, glanced at it, and turned to the cloaked figure.

He undid the cloak and saw Jessica's pale face.