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CHAPTER XI. 



"^ELL, PieiTo, isn't it time Mr. Groves 

 • 7 should turn up .-^ " asked Paul, as he 

 JQ noticed his companion heaping fresh 

 '' logs on the fire, and making sundry 



arrangements that manifested his in- 

 tention to bestow himself beneath his 

 buffalo robe, and become oblivious to the 

 world around. 

 ** O/i, inais non, Alonsieur Paul, perhaps he find von 

 Indian village, then he shall stay there till deniain. 

 Monsieur Groves he very good chasseur, suppose he 

 no come by to-morrow night, then we go look. 

 Now it time for the sleep. Bon soir, Dwnsienr',' and 

 without further parley the Canadian crept beneath 

 his many coverings, and before five minutes had 

 /elapsed gave audible proof that he had wandered 

 into sleep-land. Though his head was still running 

 on the strange story that Lefranc had told him, our 

 young friend was not long in following his example. 

 At first he had some idea of remaining awake to 

 welcome his friend Groves ; but that gentleman's 



