"I will go and tell my tale in the ears of my countrymen," said Charles, with steady voice but burning eyes, "and then I will go forth and fight the French, and slay and slay till they be driven from off the face of the western world!" The fever had left Charles now.

Some of his former strength had come back to him.

But his brother looked at him often with wondering eyes, for it seemed to him that this Charles was a new being, with whom he had but scant acquaintance.

He could not recognize in this stern faced, brooding man the quiet, homely farmer and settler whose home he had shared for so long.
Their new comrades were glad of the rest afforded them by the necessity of waiting till Charles should be fit to move.

They had been travelling for many months, and the shelter of a roof--even though it was only the roof of a shed--was grateful to them.
Fritz and Charles took a strong mutual liking almost from the first.