D’ri’s narrative was the talk of the garrison.  Those who heard the telling, as I did not, were fond of quoting its odd phrases, and of describing how D’ri would thrust and parry with his jack-knife in the story of the bouts.

The mystery of that plunge into darkness and invisible water was a trial to my nerves the like of which I had never suffered.  After they had pulled his Lordship out of the grave, and I knew there would be no more fighting, I began to feel the strain he had put upon me.  He was not so strong as D’ri, but I had never stood before a quicker man.  His blade was as full of life and cunning as a cat’s paw, and he tired me.  When I went under water I felt sure it was all over, for I was sick and faint.  I had been thinking of D’ri in that quick descent.  I wondered if he was the man who had got away and gone down the slide.  I was not the less amazed, however, to feel his strong hand upon me as I came up.  I knew nothing for a time.  D’ri has told me often how he bore me up in rapid water until he came into an eddy where he could touch bottom.  There, presently, I got back my senses and stood leaning on his broad shoulder awhile.  A wind was blowing, and we could hear a boat jumping in the ripples near by.  We could see nothing, it was so dark, but D’ri left me, feeling his way slowly, and soon found the boat.  He whistled to me, and I made my way to him.  There were oars in the bottom of the boat.  D’ri helped me in, where I lay back with a mighty sense of relief.  Then he hauled in a rope and anchor, and shoved off.  The boat, overrunning the flow in a moment, shot away rapidly.  I could feel it take headway as we clove the murmuring waters.  D’ri set the oars and helped it on.  I lay awhile thinking of all the blood and horror in that black night-like a dream of evil that leads through dim regions of silence into the shadow of death.  I thought of the hinted peril of the slide that was to be the punishment of poor courage.

D’ri had a plausible theory of the slide.  He said that if we had clung to the sides of it to break our speed we ’d have gone down like a plummet and shattered our bones on a rocky shore.  Coming fast, our bodies leaped far into the air and fell to deep water.  How long I lay there thinking, as I rested, I have no satisfactory notion.  Louise and Louison came into my thoughts, and a plan of rescue.  A rush of cavalry and reeking swords, a dash for the boats, with a flying horse under each fair lady, were in that moving vision.  But where should we find them? for I knew not the name of that country out of which we had come by ways of darkness and peril.  The old query came to me, If I had to choose between them, which should I take?  There was as much of the old doubt in me as ever.  For a verity, I loved them both, and would die for either.  I opened my eyes at last, and, rising, my hands upon the gunwales, could dimly see the great shoulders of D’ri swaying back and forth as he rowed.  The coming dawn had shot an arrow into the great, black sphere of night, cracking it from circumference to core, and floods of light shortly came pouring in, sweeping down bridges of darkness, gates of gloom, and massy walls of shadow.  We were in the middle of a broad river-the St. Lawrence, we knew, albeit the shores were unfamiliar to either of us.  The sunlight stuck in the ripples, and the breeze fanned them into flowing fire.  The morning lighted the green hills of my native land with a mighty splendor.  A new life and a great joy came to me as I filled my lungs with the sweet air.  D’ri pulled into a cove, and neither could speak for a little.  He turned, looking out upon the river, and brushed a tear off his brown cheek.

“No use talking” said he, in a low tone, as the bow hit the shore, “ain’ no country luk this ‘un, don’ care where ye go.”

As the oars lay still, we could hear in the far timber a call of fife and drum.  Listening, we heard the faint familiar strains of “Yankee Doodle.”  We came ashore in silence, and I hugged the nearest tree, and was not able to say the “Thank God!” that fell from my lips only half spoken.