After so much peril in the forest they would be glad to be in the open and with their own kind again.
"Look, Robert," said Willet, "don't you know them ?" "Know whom ?" asked young Lennox.
"The officers of this camp.

The lads in the brave uniforms.

If my eyes make no mistake, and they don't make any, the fine, tall young fellow standing at the edge of the water is our Philadelphia friend, Captain Colden." "Beyond a doubt it is, Dave, and right glad am I to see him, and there too is Wilton, the fighting Quaker, and Carson also.

Why this is to be, in truth, a reunion!" Willet put his hands to his mouth trumpet fashion, and uttered a long, piercing shout.

Then the five advanced and marched into the camp of their friends, where they received a welcome, amazed but full of warmth, Grosvenor, too, being made to feel at home.
"Have you dropped from the skies ?" asked Colden.
"Scarcely that," replied Robert, laughing with pleasure, "but we've been shot out of the forest, and very glad we are to be here.