And in return she was to carry away mink, otter and beaver skins.
Breton had been left behind by the Chevalier, who had joined a scouting party up the river.

Love and anxiety had made the lad thin.

Any night might bring disastrous news from Three Rivers, the burning of the settlement and the massacre.

Such speculation counteracted his usually good appetite.

So Breton mooned about the wharves day by day, always looking up the river instead of down.
To-day he lingered to witness the debarkation.