Randall Parrish never disappoints his readers. Every story he writes is better than those that have gone before. In "Beyond the Frontier" he is at his best. The scene is along the trail from Quebec to For St. Louis (Starved Rock) on the Illinois River when La Salle and Tonty were blazing the way for civilization. It is a stirring story of love and frontier warfare, told in Parrish's best style.
ur interests are the same so far as the journey goes. I would reach St. Louis; so would you. Because we may have different ends in view, different causes to serve, has naught to do with the trail thither. There is not a man who knows the way as well as I. Four times have I traveled it, and I am not a savage, Monsieur--I am a gentleman of France."
"And you pledge your word?"
"I pledge my word--to guide you safe to Fort St. Louis. Once there I am comrade to Sieur de la Salle."
"Bah! I care not who you comrade with, once you serve my purpose. I take your offer, and if you play me false--"
"Restrain your threats, Monsieur Cassion. A quarrel will get us nowhere. You have my word of honor; 'tis enough. Who will compose the party?"
Cassion hesitated, yet seemed to realize the uselessness of deceit.
"A dozen or more soldiers of the Regiment of Picardy, some couriers du bois, and the Indian paddlers. There will be four boats."
"You go by the Ottawa, and the lak