If he remains in the
ship we must board it. With our one little craft there in the St.
Charles we will sail out, grapple the admiral's ship, and play a great
game: one against thirty-four. It has been done before. Capture the
admiral's ship and we can play the devil with the rest of them. If not,
we can die. Or, if Gering lands and fights, he also must be ours.
Sainte-Helene and Maricourt know him, and they with myself, Clermont, and
Saint Denis, are to lead and resist attacks by land--Frontenac has
promised that: so he must be ours one way or another. He must be
captured, tried as a spy, and then he is mine--is mine!"
"Tried as a spy--ah, I see! You would disgrace? Well, but even then he
is not yours."
Iberville got to his feet. "Don't try to think it out, Perrot. It will
come to you in good time. I can trust you--you are with me in all?"
"Have I ever failed you?"
"Never. You will not hesitate to go against the admiral's ship? Think,
what an adventure! Remember Adam Dollard and the Long Sault!"
What man in Canada did not remember that handful of men, going out with
an antique courage to hold back the Iroquois, and save the colony, and
die? Perrot grasped Iberville's hand, and said: "Where you go, I go.
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