They had their gay blades in New York and Albany and even a few in Boston of the Puritans, but he had not seen anybody like de Mezy.
"It is such as he who are pulling down New France," murmured Father Drouillard.
A moment or two later the priest said farewell and departed in the direction of the cathedral.
"There goes a man," said Willet, as he looked after the tall figure in the black robe.

"I don't share in the feeling of church against church.
I don't see any reason why Protestant should hate Catholic and Catholic should hate Protestant.

I've lived long enough and seen enough to know that each church holds good men, and unless I make a big mistake, and I don't think I make any mistake at all, Father Drouillard is not only a good man, but he has a head full of sense and he's as brave as a lion, too." "Lots of priests are," said Robert.

"Nobody ever endured the Indian tortures better than they.

And what's the figure over the doorway, Dave ?" "That, Robert, is Le Chien d'Or, The Golden Dog.