One of them, I mind, wore a rusty cuirass of chain armour, which must have been one of those sent out by the King in the first days of the dominion.

They gave me a drink of rum and water, and in a little I had got over my worst weariness and could speak.
"The Cherokees are on us," I said, and I told them of the army we had followed.
"How many ?" they asked.
"Three hundred for a vanguard, but more follow." One man laughed, as if well pleased.

"I'm in the humour for Cherokees just now.

There's a score of scalps hanging outside, if you could see them, Mr.Garvald." "What scalps ?" I asked, dumbfoundered.
"The Rapidan murderers.

We got word of them in the woods yesterday, and six of us went hunting.