was suspended at his breast, Montcalm sternly demanded—
"What means this! does not my son know, that the hatchet is buried between the English and his Canadian father?"
"What can the Hurons do?" returned the savage, speaking, also, though imperfectly, in the French language. "Not a warrior has a scalp, and the pale faces make friends!"
"Ha! le Renard Subtil! Methinks this is an excess of zeal for a friend, who was so late an enemy! How many suns have set since le Renard struck the war post of the English!"
"Where is that sun?" demanded the sullen savage. "Behind the hill; and it is dark and cold. But when he comes again, it will be bright and warm. Le Subtil is the sun of his tribe. There have been clouds and many mountains between him and his nation; but now he shines, and it is a clear sky!"
"That le Renard has power with his people I well know," said Montcalm; "for
