Stanchly he struggled on, his weight upon Perrot, till presently he leaned a hand also on Jessica's shoulder-she had insisted.

On the way, Perrot told how it was he chanced to be there.

A band of coureurs du bois, bound for Quebec, had come upon old Le Moyne and himself in the woods.

Le Moyne had gone on with these men, while Perrot pushed on to New York, arriving at the very moment of the kidnapping.

He heard the cry and made towards it.