He liked his refined and sensitive face and his correct language and accent.
"I should fancy, my young friend," he said, still smiling, "that the debt of gratitude is wholly mine.

I am Pierre Montigny, and, as you perhaps surmise, a Frenchman and priest of the Holy Church, sent to the New World to convert and save the heathen.

I belong to the mission at New Orleans, but I have been on a trip, to a tribe called the Osage, west of the Great River.

Last night my canoe was damaged by the fierce storm and I started forth rather rashly this morning, not realizing the extent to which the canoe had suffered.

You have seen and taken a part in the rest." "You were going back to New Orleans alone, and in a little canoe ?" said Paul.
"Oh, yes," replied Father Montigny, as if he were speaking of trifles.