"He and Governor Brigdar have been among M. Radisson's enemies. Young
Captain Gillam says there's a sailor-lad working on the docks here can
give evidence against M. Radisson."

"Can you guess who that sailor-lad is, Rebecca?"

"It is not--no--it is not Jack?" she asks.

"Jack it is, Rebecca. That reminds me, Jack sent a message to you!"

"A message to me?"

"Yes--you know he's married--he married last year when he was in the
north."

"Married?" cries Rebecca, throwing up her hands and like to faint from
surprise. "Married in the north? Why--who--who married him, Ramsay?"

"A woman, of course!"

"But--" Rebecca was blushing furiously, "but--I mean--was there a
chaplain? Had you a preacher? And--and was not Mistress Hortense the
only woman----?"

"No--child--there were thousands of women--native women----"

"Squaws!" exclaims the prim little Puritan maid, with a red spot
burning on each cheek. "Do you mean that Jack Battle has married a
squaw?" and she rose indignantly.