As she did so Perrot glanced down at her feet, and then, with a touch of humour, said: "Pardon, but you have lost your slipper, ma'm'selle ?" He foresaw the little comedy, which he could enjoy even in such painful circumstances.
"It must have dropped off," said Jessica, blushing.

"But it does not matter." Iberville blushed too, but a smile also flitted across his lips.

"If you will but put your hand into my waistcoat here," he said to her, "you will find it." Timidly she did as she was bid, drew forth the slipper, and put it on.
"You see," said Iberville, still faint from loss of blood, "a Frenchman can fight and hunt too--hunt the slipper." Suddenly a look of pain crossed her face.
"Mr.Gering, you--you did not kill him ?" she asked.

"Oh no, mademoiselle," said Iberville; "you stopped the game again." Presently he told her what had happened, and how Gering was rousing the town.

Then he insisted upon getting on his feet, that they might make their way to the governor's house.