They are brave men, and true of heart.

This John Wayland is of that race." And she rested one hand lightly upon my arm.
The motion, simple as it was, angered him.
"You ask why I sought quarrel," he said sternly.

"'T was because I suspected this uncouth hunter had wronged you.

Now I understand 't was of your own choice.

I wish you joy, Mademoiselle, of your new conquest." I felt the girl's slight form straighten, and saw his bold eyes sink beneath the flame of her look.
"Captain de Croix," and every sentence stung like the lash of a whip, "those are cowardly words, unworthy a French gentleman and soldier.
Did you leave all your courtesy behind in Montreal, or dream that in this wilderness I should cringe to any words you might speak?
You wish the truth; you shall have it.