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"
Your
pardon
,
monsieur
,
"
rejoined
the
Frenchman
,
suffering
a
slight
color
to
appear
on
his
dark
cheek
.
"
There
is
a
vast
difference
between
understanding
and
speaking
a
foreign
tongue
;
you
will
,
therefore
,
please
to
assist
me
still
.
"
Then
after
a
short
pause
,
he
added
,
"
These
hills
afford
us
every
opportunity
of
reconnoitring
your
works
,
messieurs
,
and
I
am
possibly
as
well
acquainted
with
their
weak
condition
as
you
can
be
yourselves
.
"
"
Ask
the
French
general
if
his
glasses
can
reach
to
the
Hudson
,
"
said
Munro
,
proudly
;
"
and
if
he
knows
when
and
where
to
expect
the
army
of
Webb
.
"
"
Let
General
Webb
be
his
own
interpreter
,
"
returned
the
politic
Montcalm
,
suddenly
extending
an
open
letter
towards
Munro
,
as
he
spoke
;
"
you
will
there
learn
,
monsieur
,
that
his
movements
are
not
likely
to
prove
embarrassing
to
my
army
.
"
The
veteran
seized
the
offered
paper
,
without
waiting
for
Duncan
to
translate
the
speech
,
and
with
an
eagerness
that
betrayed
how
important
he
deemed
its
contents
.
As
his
eye
passed
hastily
over
the
words
,
his
countenance
changed
from
its
look
of
military
pride
to
one
of
deep
chagrin
:
his
lip
began
to
quiver
;
and
,
suffering
the
paper
to
fall
from
his
hand
,
his
head
dropped
upon
his
chest
,
like
that
of
a
man
whose
hopes
were
withered
at
a
single
blow
.
Duncan
caught
the
letter
from
the
ground
,
and
without
apology
for
the
liberty
he
took
,
he
read
at
a
glance
its
cruel
purport
.
Their
common
superior
,
so
far
from
encouraging
them
to
resist
,
advised
a
speedy
surrender
,
urging
in
the
plainest
language
as
a
reason
,
the
utter
impossibility
of
his
sending
a
single
man
to
their
rescue
.
"
Here
is
no
deception
!
"
exclaimed
Duncan
,
examining
the
billet
both
inside
and
out
;
"
this
is
the
signature
of
Webb
,
and
must
be
the
captured
letter
.
"
"
The
man
has
betrayed
me
!
"
Munro
at
length
bitterly
exclaimed
:
"
he
has
brought
dishonor
to
the
door
of
one
where
disgrace
was
never
before
known
to
dwell
,
and
shame
has
he
heaped
heavily
on
my
gray
hairs
.
"
"
Say
not
so
,
"
cried
Duncan
;
"
we
are
yet
masters
of
the
fort
,
and
of
our
honor
.
Let
us
then
sell
our
lives
at
such
a
rate
as
shall
make
our
enemies
believe
the
purchase
too
dear
.
"
Boy
,
I
thank
thee
,
"
exclaimed
the
old
man
,
rousing
himself
from
his
stupor
;
"
you
have
,
for
once
,
reminded
Munro
of
his
duty
.
We
will
go
back
,
and
dig
our
graves
behind
those
ramparts
.
"
"
Messieurs
,
"
said
Montcalm
,
advancing
towards
them
a
step
,
in
generous
interest
,
"
you
little
know
Louis
de
St.
Véran
,
if
you
believe
him
capable
of
profiting
by
this
letter
to
humble
brave
men
,
or
to
build
up
a
dishonest
reputation
for
himself
.
Listen
to
my
terms
before
you
leave
me
.
"
"
What
says
the
Frenchman
?
"
demanded
the
veteran
,
sternly
;
"
does
he
make
a
merit
of
having
captured
a
scout
,
with
a
note
from
headquarters
?
Sir
,
he
had
better
raise
this
siege
,
to
go
and
sit
down
before
Edward
if
he
wishes
to
frighten
his
enemy
with
words
.
"
