"These Le Moynes!" he said: under his breath.

Then aloud: "The lady first, monsieur." "So," answered Iberville.

"And Bucklaw--the devil, Bucklaw ?" "If you mean the rogue who gave you these," said Perrot, touching the wounds, which he had already begun to bind, "I think he got away--the light was bad." Jessica would have torn her frock for a bandage, but Perrot said in his broken English: "No, pardon.

Not so.

The cloak la-bas." She ran and brought it to him.