“i’ll be shot if i go to such a hole for the best bourgeois in the country,” said he in reply to françois’ question.

“you’ll be dismissed the service if you don’t,” remarked massan with a smile.

to this gaspard vouchsafed no reply save a growl that, to say the best of it, did not sound amiable.

“well, i think that we’re all pretty much of one mind on the point,” continued françois; “and yet i feel half ashamed to refuse after all, especially when i see the good will with which messieurs stanley and morton agree to go.”

“i suppose you expect to be a bourgeois too some day,” growled gaspard with a sneer.

“eh, tu gros chien!” cried françois, as with flashing eyes and clinched fists he strode up to his ill-tempered comrade.

“come, come, françois; don’t quarrel for nothing,” said massan, interposing his broad shoulders and pushing him vigorously back.

at that moment an exclamation from one of the men diverted the attention of the others.

“voilà! the canoe.”

“ay, it’s monsieur stanley’s canoe. i saw him and monsieur morton start for the swamp this morning.”

“i wonder what dick prince would have done in this business had he been here,” said françois to massan in a low tone, as they stood watching the approach of their bourgeois’ canoe.

“can’t say. i half think he would have gone.”

“there’s no chance of him coming back in time, i fear.”

“none; unless he prevails on some goose to lend him a pair of wings for a day or two. he won’t be back from the hunt for three weeks good.”

in a few minutes more the canoe skimmed up to the wharf.

“here, lads,” cried mr stanley, as he leaped ashore and dragged the canoe out of the water; “one of you come and lift this canoe up the bank, and take these geese to the kitchen.”

two of the men instantly hastened to obey, and stanley, with the gun and paddles under his arm, proceeded towards the gateway of the fort. as he passed the group assembled on the wharf, he turned and said—

“you’ll come to the hall in an hour, lads; i shall expect you to be ready with an answer by that time.”

“ay, ay, sir,” replied several of the men.

“but we won’t go for all your expectations,” said one in an undertone to a comrade.

“i should think not,” whispered another.

“i’ll be hanged, and burnt, and frozen if i do,” said a third.

in the meantime mr stanley walked briskly towards his dwelling, and left the men to grumble over their troubles and continue their debate as to whether they should or should not agree to go on the pending expedition to the distant regions of ungava.