That night the young Alphonse D'Erlach might have been
seen stealing cautiously from the quarters of Laudonnierre, and
winding along under cover of the palisades to one of the entrances
of the fortress. He was wrapped in a huge and heavy cloak
which effectually disguised his person. Here he was joined by
another, whom he immediately addressed:

“Bon Pre?”

“The same: all's ready.”

“Have they gone?”

“Yes!”

“Let us go.”

They went together to the entrance. The person whom
Alphonse called Bon Pre, was a short, thick-set person, fully
fifty years of age. They approached the sentry at the gate.

“Let us out, my son,” said Bon Pre; “we are late.”

When they were without the walls, they stole along through
the ditch, concealed in the deep shade of the place, cautiously
avoiding all exposure to the star-light. On reaching a certain
point, they ascended, and, taking the cover of bush and tree,
made their way to the river, and getting into a boat which lay
beneath the banks, pushed off, and suffered her to drop down the
stream, the old man simply using the paddle to shape her course.
A brief conversation, in whispers, followed between them.

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“You told him all?” asked Bon Pre.

“No; but just enough for our purpose. As I told you, he
believes nothing. He is too good a man himself to believe any
body thoroughly bad.”

“He will grow wiser before he is done. You did not suffer
him to know where you got your information?”

“No—surely not. He would have been for having a court,
and a trial, and all that sort of thing. You would have sworn to
the truth in vain, and they would assassinate you. We must only
do what we can to prevent, and leave the punishment for another
season. If time is allowed us—”

“Ay, but that “if!” said the old man. “Time will not be
allowed. Le Genré will be rather slow—but there are some
persons not disposed to wait for the return of the parties under
Ottigny and your brother.”

“Enough!” said D'Erlach—“Here is the cypress.”

With these words, the course of the canoe was arrested, the
prow turned in towards the shore, and adroitly impelled, by the
stroke of Bon Pre's paddle, directly into the cavernous opening
of an ancient cypress which stood in the water, but close to the
banks. This ancient tree stood, as it were, upon two massive
abutments. The cavern into which the boat passed was open in
like manner on the opposite side. The prow of the canoe ran in
upon the land, while the stern rested within the body of the tree.
Alphonse cautiously stepped ashore, and was followed by his older
companion. They were now upon the same side of the river
with the fortress. The course which they had taken had two
objects. To avoid fatigue and detection in a progress by land,
and to reach a given point in advance of the conspirators, who
had taken that route. Of course, our two companions had timed

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their movements with reference to the previous progress of the
former. They advanced in the direction of the fort, which lay
some three miles distant, but at the distance of fifty or sixty
yards from the place where they landed, came to a knoll thickly
overgrown with trees and shrubbery. A creek ran at its foot, in
the bed of which stood numerous cypresses—amongst these
Alphonse D'Erlach disappeared, while Bon Pre ascended the
knoll, and seated himself in waiting upon a fallen cypress.

He had not long to wait. In less than twenty minutes, a
whistle was heard—to which Bon Pre responded, in the notes of
an owl. The sound of voices followed, and, after a little interval,
one by one, seven persons ascended the knoll, and entered the
area which was already partially occupied by Bon Pre. There
were few preliminaries, and Le Genré opened the business.
Bon Pre, it is seen, was one of the conspirators and in their
fullest confidence. He had left the fort before them, or had
pretended to do so. They had each left at different periods.
We have seen his route. It is only necessary to add, that they
had come together but a little while before their junction at the
knoll. Of course, their several revelations had yet to be made.
Le Genré commenced by relating his ill success in regard to the
vessel.

“We must have it, at all hazards,” said Stephen Le Genevois,
“we can do nothing without it.”

“I do not see that;” was the reply of Jean La Roquette.
This person, it may be well to say, was one possessing large influence
among the conspirators. He claimed to be a magician,
dealt much in predictions, consulted the stars, and other signs,
as well of earth as of heaven; and, among other things, pretended,
by reason of his art, to know where, at no great distance, was a mine

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of silver, the richest in the world. Almost his sole reason for
linking himself with the conspirators, was the contempt with
which his pretensions had been treated by his commander, in regard
to the search after this mine.

“I do not see,” he replied, “that this vessel is so necessary to
us. A few canoes will serve us better.”

“Canoes—for what?” was the demand of Le Genevois.

“Why, for ascending the rivers, for avoiding the fatigue of
land travel, for bringing down our bullion.”

“Pshaw! You are at your silver mine again; but that is slow
work. I prefer that which the Spaniard has already gathered;
which he has run into solid bars and made ready for the king's
face. I prefer fighting for my silver, to digging for it.”

Ay! fighting—no digging;” said Le Genré and he was echoed
by other voices. But La Roquette was not to be silenced. His
opinions were re-stated and insisted upon with no small vehemence,
and the controversy grew warm as to the future course of
the party—whether they should explore the land for silver ore,
or the Spanish seas for bullion.

“Messieurs,” said one named Fourneaux, “permit me to say
that you are counting your chickens before they are out of the
shell. Why cumber our discussion with unnecessary difficulties?
The first thing to consider is how to get our freedom. We can
determine hereafter what use we shall make of it. There are
men enough, or will be enough, when we have got rid of Laudonniere,
to undertake both objects. Some may take the seas,
and some the land; some to digging. Each man to his taste.
All may be satisfied—there need be no restraint. The only matter
now to be adjusted, is to be able to choose at all. Let us not
turn aside from the subject.”

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These sensible suggestions quieted the parties, and each proceeded
to report progress. One made a return of the men he
had got over, another of the arms in possession, and a third of
ammunition. But the question finally settled down upon the fate
of Laudonniere, and a few of his particular friends, the young
D' Erlach being the first among them. On this subject, the conspirators
not only all spoke, but they all spoke together. They
were vehement enough, willing to destroy their enemy, but their
words rather declared their anger, than any particular mode of
effecting their object. At length Fourneaux again spoke.

“Messieurs,” said he, “you all seem agreed upon two things;
the first is, that, before we can do anything, Laudonniere and that
young devil, D'Erlach, must be disposed of; the second, that this
is rather a difficult matter. It is understood that they may rally a
sufficient force to defeat us—that we are not in the majority yet,
though we hope to be so; and that a great number who are now
slow to join us, will be ready enough, if the blow were once struck
successfully. In this, I think, you all perfectly agree.”

“Ay—ay! There you are right—that's it;” was the response
of Le Genré and Stephen Le Genevois.

“Very well; now, as it is doubtful who are certainly the friends
of Laudonniere, it is agreed that we must move against him
secretly. Is there any difficulty in this? There are several ways
of getting rid of an enemy without lifting dagger or pistol. Is
not the magician here—the chemist, La Roquette?—has he no
knowledge of certain poisons, which, once mingled in the drink of
a captain, can shut his eyes as effectually as if it were done with
bullet or steel? And if this fails, are there not other modes of
contriving an accident? I have a plan now, which, with your
leave, I think the very thing for our purpose. Laudonniere's

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quarters, as you all know, stand apart from all the rest, with the
exception of the little building occupied by the division of Le
Genré, with which it is connected by the old bath-room. This
bath-room is abandoned since Laudonniere has taken to the river.
Suppose Le Genré here should, for safe-keeping, put a keg of
gunpowder under the captain's quarters? and suppose farther,
that, by the merest mischance, he should suffer a train of powder
to follow his footsteps, as he crawls from one apartment to the
other; and suppose again, that, while Laudonniere sleeps, some
careless person should suffer a coal of fire to rest, only for a moment,
upon the train in the bath-house. By my life, I think such
an accident would spare us the necessity of attempting the life of
our beloved captain. It would be a sort of providential interposition.”

“Say no more! It shall be done!” said Le Genré. “I will
do it!”

“Ay, should the other measure fail; but I am for trying the
poison first;” said Fourneaux, “for such an explosion would send
a few fragments of timber about other ears than those of the captain.
He takes his coffee at sunrise. Can we not drug it?”

“Let that be my task;” said old Bon Pre, who had hitherto
taken little part in this conference.

“You are the very man,” said Fourneaux. “He takes his
coffee from your hands. La Roquette will provide the poison.”

“When shall this be done?” demanded Le Genré. “We can
do nothing to-night. It will require time to-morrow to prepare
the train.”

“Ay, that is your part; but may not Bon Pre do his to-morrow?
and should he fail—”

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“Why should he fail?” demanded La Roquette. “Let him
but dress his coffee with my spices, and he cannot fail.”

“Yes,” replied Bon Pre, “but it is not always that Laudonniere
drinks his coffee. If he happens to be asleep when I bring
it, I do not wake him, but put it on the table by his bedside, and,
very frequently, if it is cold when he wakes, he leaves it untasted.”

“Umph! but at all events, there is the other accident. That
can be made to take effect at mid-night to-morrow—eh! what
say you, Le Genré?”

“Without fail! It is sworn!”

Their plans being adjusted, the meeting was dissolved, and the
parties separately dispersed, each to make his way back, as he
best might, so as to avoid suspicion or detection, to Fort Caroline.
They had scarcely disappeared when Alphonse D'Erlach emerged
from the hollow of a cypress which stood upon the edge of the
knoll where their conference had taken place.