But I contrived to maintain my composure, and I said: 'What do you make of it, O Sagamore ?' And he spat out a word I did not clearly understand----" "Amochol ?" "Yes--it sounded like that.

What did he mean, Euan ?" "I will presently ask him," said I, thoroughly alarmed.

"And in the meanwhile, you must now be persuaded to remain at this post.

You are contented and happy here.

When we march, you will go back to Schenectady or to Albany with the ladies of the garrison, and wait there some word of our fate.
"If we win through, I swear to you that if your mother be there in Catharines-town I will bring news of her, or, God willing, bring her herself to you." I rose and aided her to stand; and her hands remained limply in mine.
"I had rather take you from her arms," I said in a low voice, "-- --if you ever deign to give yourself to me." "That is sweetly said....