And presently he said: "It was in '57, Loskiel, when I first laid eyes on you." "What!" "I am more than twice your age.

You were then three years old." In my astonishment it occurred to me that instead of twenty-two I was now twenty-five years of age, if what the Mohican said were true.
"Listen, Loskiel, blood-brother of mine, for you shall hear the truth now--the truth which Guy Johnson never told you.
"It was in '57; Munro lay at Fort William Henry; Webb at Fort Edward; and Montcalm came down from the lakes with his white-coats and Hurons and shook his sword at Munro and spat upon Webb.
"Then came Sir William Johnson to Webb with half a thousand Iroquois.
And because Sir William was the only white man we Delawares trusted, and in spite of his Iroquois, three Mohicans offered their services--the Great Serpent, young Uncas, and I, Mayaro, Sagamore of the Siwanois." He paused, then with infinite contempt: "Webb was a coward.

Nor could Sir William kick him forward.

He lay shivering behind the guns at Edward; and Fort William Henry fell.

And the white-coats could do nothing with their Hurons; the prisoners fell under their knives and hatchets--soldiers, women, little children.
"When Montcalm had gone, Webb let us loose.