He slept that night with his comrades on the deck of the _Frontenac_, and the next morning he found a strong wind again blowing.
In time they approached Quebec, and saw the increasing signs of population that betokened proximity to what was then in the eyes of North Americans a great capital.

On either shore they saw the manor houses of the seigneurs, solid stone structures, low, steep of roof and gabled, with clustering outhouses, and often a stone mill near by.

The churches also increased in numbers, and at one point the _Frontenac_ stopped and took on a priest, a tall strongly built man of middle years, with a firm face.

De Galisonniere introduced him as Father Philibert Drouillard, and Robert felt his penetrating gaze upon his face.

Then it shifted to Willet and Tayoga, resting long upon the Onondaga.
Robert, knowing the great power of the church in Canada, was curious about Father Drouillard, whom he knew at once to be no ordinary man.