Pleasant odors of the wild came to him, and now he felt the sting of imprisonment there among the rocks.

He wished they could go at once on their errand.

It was a most unfortunate chance to have been found there by the Indians and to be held indefinitely in siege.

The flooded river would have borne them swiftly in their canoe toward the St.Lawrence.
"Mourning, Robert ?" said Willet who noticed his face.
"For the moment, yes," admitted young Lennox, "but it has passed.

I wanted to be going on this lively river and through the green wood, but since I have to wait I can do it." "I feel the same way about it, and we're lucky to have such a fort as the one we are in.