Had it not been for panic, they might have paused to note how few were those new foes in number, and how small even the united body was as compared with their own numbers; but they fled, as Stark had foretold, like hunted hares, and the white men were left upon the lake face to face, with dead and dying Indians around them.
An enormously tall man leaped up from behind the rampart of sledges, and came forward with outstretched hand.

He was a man of magnificent physique, with a mass of wild, tangled hair and beard, and black eyes which seemed to burn like live coals.

His features were rugged and rather handsome, and his nose was of very large proportions.
Stark took a step forward and shook the outstretched hand.

He knew this man, from descriptions received of him during their months of wandering.
"You are Captain Rogers ?" "Robert Rogers, of the Rangers, at your service," replied the other, in a deep, sonorous voice, which seemed to match his size; "and this is my brother Richard," as another fine-looking man approached and held out his hand to their deliverers.

"And right glad are we to welcome such bold spirits amongst us, though who you are and whence you come we know not.