The shame, the horror, the disgrace of it is that we owe these horrors to the white sons of France, who hound on the savages to make these raids, and stand by to see them do their bloody work!" The two strangers exchanged glances--meaning glances--and one of them laid a hand upon Humphrey's shoulder, looking earnestly into his eyes the while.
"Is it so in very truth?
So have we heard in whispers, but it was a thing we could scarce believe.

We have travelled far from the lands of the south to join our brethren of the English race.

We heard rumours of wars cruel and bloody.

Yet it seemed to us too strange a thing to believe that here, amid the hostile, savage Indians, white man could wage war with white man, and take the bloody heathen man as his ally, instead of the brother who bears the name of Christ!" Humphrey looked with some wonder and fascination into the face of the youth who spoke.

It was a refined and beautiful face, notwithstanding the evidences of long exposure to sun and wind.