"I thank these gentlemen most gratefully for their courtesy and chivalry, but I think we must be returning to the fort.

It may be that the shots will have been heard, and that soldiers may be coming in search of us already.
"We shall not forget your kindness, sir.

I trust the day will come when we may be able to requite you in kind;" and he held out his hand, first to Stark and then to Fritz.
Corinne had looked a little mutinous at first; but when her brother spoke of a possible sortie across the water from the fort, her face changed.

Perhaps she was not quite so confident of the chivalry of the French soldiers as she had been of that of the Rangers.
"Perhaps it is best so; yet I should have loved to scour the forest with Rogers' Rangers.
"Are you the great Rogers himself ?" she asked, turning to Stark, and then letting her glance wander to Fritz's fine face.
"No, Mistress Corinne; Rogers himself is away farther afield," answered Stark.

"This is Fritz Neville, and I am John Stark, whom he honours with the title of his lieutenant." "Fritz Neville--John Stark," she repeated, looking from one to the other, a smile in her frank, sweet eyes.