Shortly after the river ice broke, Yellow Hair was taken ill.
For more than a week his liberty had been much curtailed in spite of his continued success as a fort hunter. He had been kept under lock and his meals had been served by a sly-footed voyageur of malicious aspect. Yellow Hair had seen nothing of Father Marc for several days and though he suspected that the Mighty Monk would not be long in using his influence to raise the siege, he could not help worrying.
Walls had always annoyed him and a lock on the door was insupportable. To his clear mind the facts added up to injustice. He had given his parole long months before. The conditions had been very plain. If he behaved himself well, if he made no attempt to escape, if he hunted for the fort and returned punctually, and if he made
