De Repentigny had honor and truth in him, and could be entirely
trusted if he promised to serve a friend. But Bigot dared not name
to him a matter of this kind. He would spurn it, drunk as he was.
He was still in all his instincts a gentleman and a soldier. He
could only be used by Bigot through an abuse of his noblest
qualities. He dared not broach such a scheme to Le Gardeur de
Repentigny!
Among his associates there was but one who, in spite of his brutal
manners and coarse speech, perhaps because of these, Bigot would
trust as a friend, to help him in a serious emergency like the
present.
Cadet, the Commissary General of New France, was faithful to Bigot
as a fierce bull-dog to his master. Cadet was no hypocrite, nay, he
may have appeared to be worse than in reality he was. He was bold
and outspoken, rapacious of other men's goods, and as prodigal of
his own. Clever withal, fearless, and fit for any bold enterprise.
He ever allowed himself to be guided by the superior intellect of
Bigot, whom he regarded as the prince of good fellows, and swore by
him, profanely enough, on all occasions, as the shrewdest head and
the quickest hand to turn over money in New France.
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