As there was a French-Canadian among those who surrounded me, who had just made an end of my friend, I said, 'Lavigne, you are a Frenchman, you are a man, you are a Christian.

For God's sake save my life! For God's sake try and save it! I give myself up; I am your prisoner.' McKay, who was among this party, and who knew me, said, 'You little toad, what do you do here ?' He spoke in French, and called me 'un petit crapaud,' and asked what I did here! I fully expected then to lose my life.

I again appealed to Lavigne, and he joined in entreating them to spare me.

I told them over and over again that I was their prisoner, and I had something to tell them.

They, however, seemed determined to take my life.