He bowed courteously, yet with a certain stiffness.
"Mam'selle," he said, "with pleasure I do your bidding. My name is Lachlan McDonald, and I am a Scotsman, a Frenchman, and an Indian, a Prince of the Muskogee Nation, a Chief of the Family of the Wind. I entered your garden thinking to be of service, because I heard a clash of swords and saw you bending over a fallen man. I regret that my interference was untimely, and I bid you good evening."
He bowed again and, stepping swiftly backward, was lost in the gloom of the canes.
