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Imself. He looked up into the face of Father Courcy. A light of
recognition and gratitude flickered in his eyes. It was like finding an
old friend in the dark. "Welcome!--But the fort?" he gasped. "It is
ours," said the priest. Something like a smile passed over the face of
Pierre. He could not speak