But such thoughts were driven from his mind by a big figure that loomed before him and a hearty voice that saluted him.
"Day dreaming, Master Lennox ?" said the voice.

"One does not have much time for dreams now, when the world is so full of action." It was none other than Master Benjamin Hardy, portly, rubicund, richly but quietly dressed in dark broadcloth, dark silk stockings and shoes of Spanish leather with large silver buckles.

Robert was unaffectedly glad to see him, and they shook hands with warmth.
"I did not know that you were in Albany," said young Lennox.
"But I knew that you were here," said Master Hardy.
"I haven't your great resources for collecting knowledge." "A story reached me in New York concerning the gallant conduct of one Robert Lennox on the retreat from Fort Refuge, and I wished to come here myself and see if it be true." "I did no better than a hundred others.

How is the wise Master Jonathan Pillsbury ?" "As wise as ever.

He earnestly urged me, when I departed for this town, not to be deceived by the glamour of the military.