THE MEETING Only four or five men, besides themselves, were left in the great room of the Inn of the Eagle.

The looks they gave the three were not hostile, and Robert judged that they belonged to the party known in Quebec as honnetes gens and described to him already by de Galisonniere.

He thought once of speaking to them, but he decided not to put any strain upon their friendliness.

They might have very bitter feelings against Bigot and his corrupt following, but the fact would not of necessity induce them to help the Bostonnais.
"I thought it would be best to go to bed," he said, "but I've changed my mind.

A little walk first in the open air would be good for all of us.
Besides we must stay up long enough to receive the seconds of de Mezy." "A walk would be a good thing for you," said Willet--it was noteworthy that despite his great affection for the lad, he did not show any anxiety about him.
"Your wrist feels as strong as ever, doesn't it, Robert ?" he asked.
Young Lennox took his right wrist in his left hand and looked at it thoughtfully.