"But why did you not shoot him the day he led the mutinous men?" I queried. "If the man had done me so much harm—"
"Peace, lad," commanded the old man firmly, but kindly. "I am older than you, and such things I have learned to leave to a higher hand than mine own. Never fear, this man will meet his punishment as God wills, in God's own good time. Mind you not what the Scriptures say—"
"Aye, well enough," I broke in heatedly, thinking on my first meeting with the man. "But if the time ever comes when I stand against him again, I will strike with no flat blade then! And besides," I added shrewdly, "methinks there is more to the tale than you have told."
Radisson smiled. "Aye, lad, much more, but the time is not come for the telling, spitfire!"
"But, sir," cried out Ruth suddenly. "how is
