"Do you mean to say that we are plotters?"

"Yes, and the meanest kind at that. You have been stirring up the
Indians and others for some time. You will be surprised, no doubt, to
know that every word that you and Rauchad uttered at your big council
by the Wedneebak was overheard and reported to me. I know what you
said to the Acadians and the Indians who were there that night, and how
you cursed King George. You planned to wipe out the Loyalists, though
that was easier said than done."

Flazeet and Rauchad stared dumbfounded at the speaker. Their rage was
changing now to a nameless fear. They thought of that night by the
Wedneebak when they imagined that only those concerned in the plot were
present. Had they been betrayed by one of their number? they asked
themselves. They could not believe it, for they had kept in close
touch with all the men ever since. There must have been spies
surrounding them that night, and this thought sent cold chills up and
down their spines, causing their faces to turn a ghastly hue.

Davidson noted their confusion, and smiled. He knew that they were
greatly puzzled, and it pleased him. The Acadians and Indians were
deeply impressed, and showed it by the expressions of fear and awe upon
their faces. Their respect for the King's purveyor had always been
great, but they considered him now as more than human. That he knew of
every word which had been spoken at their council by the Wedneebak, was
beyond their comprehension. That they were completely cowed, Davidson
knew. He turned to the Indians and addressed them in their own
language. He told them how their false leaders had led them into
trouble, and caused them to rebel against King George's people. But if
they were willing to behave themselves, he would let them go. He