Outside the clamor increased.
"Just listen!" cried Heckewelder.

"Did you ever hear the like?
All drunk, crazy, fiendish! They drank every drop of liquor the French traders had.

Curses on the vagabond dealers! Rum has made these renegades and savages wild.

Oh! my poor, innocent Christians!" Heckewelder leaned his head against the mantle-shelf.

He had broken down at last.