"I am not frightened any more," she exclaimed, her voice trembling
a bit. "When St. Pierre comes, I shall tell him everything. And
then you may ask the questions, and he will answer. And he will
not cheat! He will play square. You will love St. Pierre, and you
will forgive me for what happened behind the rock!"
She made a little gesture toward the door. "Everything is free to
you out there now," she added. "I shall tell Bateese and the
others. When we are tied up, you may go ashore. And we will forget
all that has happened, M'sieu David. We will forget until St.
Pierre comes."
"St. Pierre!" he groaned. "If there were no St. Pierre!"
"I should be lost," she broke in quickly. "I should want to die!"
Through the open window came the sound of a voice. It was the
weird monotone of Andre, the Broken Man. Marie-Anne went to the
window. And David, following her, looked over her head, again so
near that his lips almost touched her hair. Andre had come back.
He was watching two York boats that were heading for the bateau.
"You heard him asking for Black Roger Audemard," she said. "It is
strange. I know how it must have shocked you when he stood like
that in the door.
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