"What priest?" inquired Van Corlaer, and as he looked around his eyes
fell on the cassocked figure at the other table.

"Monsieur Corlaer," spoke Father Jogues, "I was but waiting fit
opportunity to recall myself and your blessed charity to your memory."

Van Corlaer's baffled look changed to instant glad recognition.

"That is Father Jogues!"

He met the priest with both hands, and stood head and shoulders taller
while they held each other like brothers.

"I thought to find you in Montreal, Father Jogues, and not here, where
in my dim fashion I could mistake you for the chaplain of the fort."

"Monsieur Corlaer, I have not forgot one look of yours. I was a great
trouble to you with, my wounds, and my hiding and fever. And what pains
you took to put me on board the ship in the night! It would be better
indeed to see me at Montreal than ever in such plight again at Fort
Orange, Monsieur Corlaer!"

"Glad would we be to have you at Fort Orange again, without pain to
yourself, Father Jogues."

"And how is my friend who so much enjoyed disputing about religion?"

"Our dominie is well, and sent by my hand his hearty greeting to that
very learned scholar Father Jogues. We heard you had come back from
France."