Fritz had decided to push back to Fort Edward, and so to Albany, the quaint Dutch settlement which had been the basis of recent operations, being the town nearest to the western frontier at this point.

There they would be certain to get news of what was going on in the country, and for a short time it would be pleasant to dwell amid the haunts of men, instead of in these remote fastnesses of the forest.
"I hope we shall meet again," said Colin, as he held Fritz's hand in a last clasp.

"I am not altogether French.

I find that I can love the English well.

Quebec will be my home before long.