Perhaps it is just as well that you are going to New Orleans, since Bernardo Galvez, the Spanish Governor, is a man of different temper, young, enthusiastic, and ready, I think, to listen to you." While the priest was talking by the fireside Shif'less Sol, Long Jim, and Tom Ross slipped away.

They hauled his canoe out on dry land, and with the tools that they had found on "The Galleon" quickly made it as good as ever.

They also quietly put some of their own stores in the canoe, and then returned it to the water.
"O' course, he won't go comf'tably with us in our boat to New Or-lee-yuns," said Shif'less Sol.

"He'll stick to his canoe an' stop to preach to Injuns who mebbe will torture him to death, but he has my respeck an' ef I kin do anything fur him I want to do it." "So would I," said Jim Hart heartily.

"I'm a pow'ful good cook ez you know, Sol, bein' ez you've et in your time more'n a hundred thousand pounds uv my victuals, an' I'd like to cook him all the buffaler an' deer steak he could eat between here an' New Or-lee-yuns, no matter how long he wuz on the way." "An' me," said Tom Ross simply, wishing to add his mite, "I'd like to be on hand when any Injun tried to hurt him.