And hardly had the order left his lips before Stark was off upon his mission.
On and on dashed the sledge with its unsuspecting occupants.

They had come forth from Ticonderoga, and were heading for Crown Point.
Stark and his men flitted like shadows along the snowy banks.

The horses paused.

There was something amiss with the harness.

Stark looked at his men, gave a fine English cheer, and rushed forth upon the ice, with a dozen stout followers at his heels.
In a moment the occupants of the sledge saw their peril.