One by one his comrades, even younger than himself, departed and joined the army hastening forward toward the throbbing guns.

Spirited and proud, restive under comparisons which he had never heard but always dreaded to hear.

Henry Fairfax begged his mother to let him go, though still she said, "Not yet." But the lines of the enemy tightened ever about Louisburg.

Then came a day--a fatal day--fraught with the tidings of what seemed a double death.

The wife of Colonel Henry Fairfax was grande dame that day, when she buried her husband and sent away her son.