We have been in the forest since the sortie when we cut our way out.

We met you the next day with half a dozen Indians at your heels.

We know nothing save what you have spoken of treachery and massacre.

Can it be true that the French permitted such abominations?
The forest was ringing with the Indian war whoops and the screams of their wretched victims!" A shudder ran through Pringle's frame.
"It is too true," he said; "it is horrible--unspeakably horrible! Yet we must not blame the French too much.

They did what they could to prevent it.