"Who goes there?" came the sharp challenge of a French sentry.

The soldiers were silent as dead men.

"France!" answered Colonel Fraser in the same language.

"Of what regiment?"

"The Queen's."

The sentry was satisfied. To the Queen's regiment, stationed at Cap
Rouge, belonged the duty of convoying provisions down to Quebec. He
did not further peril what he believed to be a French transport by
asking for the password.

Jeannette breathed. So low had she sunk that she would have used her
language herself to get the Highland colonel past danger.

It was fortunate for his general that he had the accent and readiness
of a Frenchman. Again they were challenged. They could see another
sentry running parallel with their course.

"Provision boats," this time answered the Highlander. "Don't make a
noise. The English will hear us."

That hint was enough, for an English sloop of war lay within sound of
their voices.

With the swift tide the boats shot around a headland, and here was a