But was not he himself likewise a traitor?
Ought not he to have alarmed the town first before he tried to find his father?
Had Dormy Jamais warned the Governor?
Clearly not, or the town bells would be ringing and the islanders giving battle.

What would the world think of him! Well, what was the use of fretting here?
He would go on to the town, help to fight the French, and die that would be the best thing.

He knelt, and unclasped his father's fingers from the handle of the sword.
The steel was cold, it made him shiver.

He had no farewell to make.

He looked out to sea.