One of them, Donaldson, was a big, slow-spoken, middle-aged farmer, the same who had been with Bacon in the fight at Occaneechee Island.

He just cried to his wife to expect him back when she saw him, slung on his back an old musket, cast a long leg over his little horse, and was ready to follow.

The other, the Frenchman Bertrand, was a quiet, slim gentleman, who was some kin to the murdered D'Aubignys.

I had long had my eye on him, for he was very wise in woodcraft, and had learned campaigning under old Turenne.

He kissed his two children again and again, and his wife clung to his arms.