A great joy surged above the grief in Philip's heart. He could not speak, but pressed Pierre's hand harder, and looked into his glistening eyes.
Pierre's next words broke his silence, and wrung a low cry from his lips.
"M'sieur, this man Thorpe--Jeanne's father--is the man whom you know as Lord Fitzhugh Lee."
He coughed violently, and with sudden fear Philip lifted his head so that it rested against his shoulder. After a moment he lowered it again. His face was as white as Pierre's after that sudden fit of coughing.
"I talked with him--alone--on the afternoon of the fight on the rock," continued Pierre, huskily. "He was hiding in the woods near Churchill, and left for Fort o' God on that same day. I did not tell Jeanne--until after what happened, and I came up with you on the river. Th
