But don't forsake the boy--don't let him fall alive into the hands of the Indians; kill him yourself sooner.
And now fare well, and God bless you both: for I think that on this earth we shall meet no more." "Nay, why think that ?" cried Roche eagerly; "stranger things have happened before now than that we should all live to tell the tale of these days." Pringle shook his head; whilst Fritz wrung his hand and said: "At least remember this: if you should wish to have news of us, ask it of Rogers' Rangers, who are always to be heard of in these parts.

If we escape, it is to Rogers we shall find our way.

He will be glad enough to welcome us, and from any of his Rangers you will hear news of us if we ever reach his ranks." There was no sleep for the fort that night.

Indeed the hot summer nights were all too short for any enterprise to be undertaken then.
The glow in the western sky had scarcely paled before there might have been seen creeping forth through the battered gateway file after file of soldiers, as well equipped as their circumstances allowed--silent, stealthy, eager for the signal which should launch them against the intrenched foe so close at hand.
But alas for them, they had foes wily, watchful, lynx-eyed, ever on the watch for some such movement.

Hardly had they got clear of their protecting walls and ditches, when, with a horrid yell, hundreds and thousands of dusky Indians leaped up from the ground and rushed frantically towards them.