At last a smile came, to grow stronger.

The grip about the shoulders tightened, suddenly to give way to a whanging blow, as Batiste, jovial now, drew away, pulled back his shoulders and squared himself as though for some physical encounter.
"Ah, _oui_!" He bellowed.

"_Oui, oui, oui_! _Bon_--good! Ba'teese, he un'stan'.

Now what you want me to do ?" "Take this bunch of men and turn to at clearing away this wreckage.
Then," and he smiled his confidence at Renaud, "make your plans for the building of a saw-shed.

That is--if you really want to go through with it ?" "Ah, _oui--oui_!" The Canadian waved his arms excitedly and summoned his men.