"I always go alone, and my canoe isn't so very little, as you see.

I carry in it a change or clothing, provisions, and gifts for the Indians." "But no arms," said Henry who had been looking into the canoe.
"No arms, of course," replied Father Montigny.
"You are a brave man! About the bravest I ever saw!" burst out Tom Ross, he of few words.
Father Montigny merely smiled again.
"Oh, no," he said, "I have many brethren who do likewise, and there are as many different kinds of bravery as there are different kinds of life.

You, I fancy, are brave, too, though I take it from appearances that you sometimes fight with arms." "We have to do it, Father Montigny," said Paul in an apologetic tone.
The priest made no further comment and, taking him to the shore, with much difficulty they built a fire, at which they prepared him warm food while he dried his clothing.

They had no hesitation in telling him of their errand and of the presence of Alvarez and his force on the river.

Father Montigny sighed.
"It is a matter of great regret," he said, "that Louisiana has passed from the hands of my nation into those of Spain.